I have really been postponing the "birth story" post because, to tell you the truth, I am not really happy with the way things turned out. Need less to say, things didn't go as planned and I was having a hard time dealing with it. I am the kind of person that likes to be in control and when I lose that, I don’t really know what to do with myself. A few months ago, I told Jeff that if the Doctor tells me she wants to do a c-section he has to just say no! With that said, here is how it went.
At around 1am on October 26th I woke up with contractions that weren’t painful but were coming every 5-7 minutes apart. With all the excitement of the contractions and knowing my little man would be coming soon, I couldn’t sleep. I got up and made some sandwiches for Jeff, took a shower, cleaned up a little, and watched a movie. At 4:30am the contractions were getting stronger and I called my sister and my mom to see if I should go to the hospital or wait it out. We decided that Jeff and I would get a ride into town with my mom on her way to work at around 7am. I watched another movie and then woke Jeff up. At the hospital I was checked, given a shot of Demerol, and sent home. I was glad to be home and actually got some sleep. At noon the contractions were getting stronger but I wasn’t sure if it was because the Demerol was wearing off or if the contractions were actually getting stronger. I got up to walk around and my water broke. I didn't know what to do. I didn’t want to go into the hospital to be sent home again and I really liked being comfortable at home. I called the hospital to see what they would have me do and they told me to come back in. So, after dillydallying around for a little while I finally went back in at around 3pm. They confirmed that my water actually did break and sent me to the labour room, put me on IV, and started to induce labour (which meant I had to be hooked up to the monitor and couldn’t move around). After that, things moved quickly. The contractions were too much and after 2 shots of morphine I asked for an epidural. As I was sitting on the side of the bed, the needle was about to go into my back when the nurse rushed in and said stop! I was soooo upset! "You can’t just tell them to stop, can’t you see how much pain I am in" I thought. Turns out the baby’s heart rate went down too low and wasn’t going back up no matter what they tried. The Doctor came in and explained this to us and let us know that the baby needed to come out NOW and she couldn’t wait for me to dilate any more. It was time for a c-section. I wanted to cry but I felt disconnected from my body. I wanted to say no but I was in so much pain that I really didn’t care what they did I just wanted it all to go away. I signed the consent form and all of a sudden there were 100 people in my room running around and telling me what to do. I wasn’t really aware of everything that was going on and it even took me a few seconds to respond when someone would ask me a question. We were rushed to the operating room and finally I was out of pain. What seemed like a few seconds later, they were putting a little baby boy on my chest! This was at 6:41pm. I only had a few seconds with my baby before him and Jeff were sent away and I was moved to recovery. I was meet by 3 nurses who did their thing while I shivered uncontrollably (apparently it's because of the drugs). That night was the worst night, I couldn’t move my lower half, I couldn’t stop shivering, I was soooo itchy, and I had a tinny little baby that depended on me. For the first 2 weeks I didn’t believe people when they told me it would get better, but I can honestly say it does. The wounds are healing and I’m starting to feel better and better every day. My little man is the cutest little baby I have ever seen! It’s getting easier to take Archer out in public now and as for feeding, that’s a whole other story.
