Alright, when I was pregnant, I used to love to read other blogger's birth stories. Somehow, I felt like it prepared me...but really, I knew that there is very little you can do to "plan" the birth of you baby. Whatevs, here it is anyway. I will try my hardest not to get too TMI.
So, lets start the day before, on April 7th. I had a 39 week visit with my doctor. He said everything looked good. I was at a 2, and 80%. That means you could go in 5 minutes or a week and a half. I was progressing a little each week, so at least I was moving in the right direction. I had some protein in my urine and my blood pressure was a little high, which was strange for me. They sent me home anyways. I ended up brining George some lunch at work. A friend texted me for a belly update, so I sent her this wonderful photo. I felt and looked quite whale-ish.
That night, I felt pretty rough. Kind of nauseous and tired and just blah. I think I went to bed fairly early. Around 5:45ish, I woke up starving. Waking up at 5:45 to potty was nothing new, so George didn't really think anything of me getting out of bed. I started to walk to the kitchen and felt a trickle. I was pretty sure that I was peeing my pants, and I was a little upset that it had gotten to this point. As I was scolding myself in my head for not pottying before snacking, I realized that I wasn't peeing. My water had broken. Really quickly, I grabbed a granola bar before waking George up. I was HUNGRY!
My contractions were about 5 minutes apart, but not terrible. I just had to stop what I was doing. I could talk through them, so it was no big deal. George started making breakfast, and I hopped in the shower. The entire time we were getting ready, they were consistently 4.5-5 minutes apart. It was after I got out of the shower that I realized that my amniotic fluid was most likely meconium stained, which bummed me out and scared me a little. Meconium is where the baby passes its first stool while in utero. This can cause serious and possibly life threatening breathing problems if the baby inhales meconium right after delivery.
I dried and straightened my hair, did my makeup and finished packing a few things. It was around 8:00 before we left the house. I was kind of trying to take my time getting ready because I wanted to spend as little time at the hospital as possible. Right after we left the house, I realized I was still starving and made George stop at McDonalds for some yogurt. I had it in my head that I would be laboring for hours and hours, and I knew they wouldn't let you eat at the hospital.
The lady at the drive-thru asked when I was due and, George told her that we were actually on our way to the hospital. She said, "GIRL! Should you be eating??" Then told me that everything was going to be ok, no matter what. It was a sweet little pep talk, but George was so anxious to get me to the hospital that I think he drove off before she was done talking. Ha!
Once we got to the hospital, they made me get in a wheelchair, which is so ridiculous. Sitting still in a wheelchair is the last thing you want to do while in labor. The volunteers that show people around the hospital were all between 80 and 90 years of age. A sweet little man pushed me very slowly in a wheelchair up to Labor and Delivery. I should have been pushing HIM. He walked into the department, pushed me around the corner to the nurses station, then yelled, "This woman is in labor!" Then turned on his heels and left. The doctors and nurses just looked and me, and I told them that I was fine. That was probably the least embarrassing thing to happen to me that day, haha!
I hung out in a triage room for a few hours, they confirmed that the amniotic fluid was meconium stained, and I was at a 3. They were super full that day, so I had to wait for a room to open up. I got an IV and some fluids hung. My blood pressure was high, but not high enough to panic.
Once I got a room, the nurse checked me again, and I was about a 4. I was in pain during the contractions, but it wasn't terrible. It was much more comfortable for me to sit with my legs crossed than to lay back. Those monitors are not comfortable. I wish I would have been more insistent on standing or sitting forward. Every time I would move, the monitor would lose her heart tracing, so I felt like I needed to stay still.
|I had to take one last picture of George and I as a family of two.|
So, by this point, my contractions were painful, but bearable. My nurse checked me again, and I was a 6. My blood pressure was slowly still on the rise, and by this point, it was in the 150's/100's. The OB and midwife had spoken about it, and they decided that I could still stay off of Mag (horrible drug that lowers your blood pressure, but also lowers your strength of contractions). The midwife suggested an epidural. I had originally planned on an epidural all along, but I was pretty pleased with how I was doing without it. She said that the epidural would lower my blood pressure, and I could take a little nap before it was time to push.
I'll stop here for now.