I have a weird fascination with birth stories, and love to read them. Sometimes I even get kind of sad when a formerly pregnant blogger doesn't post their baby's birth story. In order to not disappoint the tens of readers I have here, I've decided to post my very own. Lucky you! Note: we had a pretty easy experience, so the birth story is pretty boring, and I won't be offended if it's TL;DR.
Baby L was due on Friday, May 11th. I went in for my 40 week check up that day, but was disappointed when my doctor told me that there had been no progress from the previous week. I thought I'd just wait it out and see when she would make her debut, but then my doctor told me that I could choose to induce labor if I wanted to. Normally, I believe that babies will come out when they're ready to come out, and I didn't want to jeopardize her health (or mine) by inducing labor when she wasn't ready, but my doctor reassured me that as a second-time mom, it was fine, but if I had been a first-time mom, he'd have waited until 41 weeks. Sounds good to me! I decided that Tuesday would be a good day for a baby, and so we made our appointment for a Monday night scheduled induction at midnight.
Monday night came around, and we dropped P off at my in-laws to spend the night, and drove to the hospital at 11:00pm. Since everything was scheduled, I didn't have to go through triage, but instead our nurse took us directly to our room, where I changed into a super attractive hospital gown (see above) and got hooked up to an IV and monitors. Apparently I was already having regular contractions (that I did not feel at all), which reassured me a little about my decision to induce labor.
I was administered pitocin through my IV, and the nurse constantly checked to make sure my contractions weren't getting too fast and too furious (lol), and at around 4:00am, she decided that I was ready to have my water broken, and called in the on-call doctor to do it. It felt like I peed all over myself and the bed.
After my water was broken, my contractions started coming on stronger and harder. By 5:30 am I was in tears every time a contraction came around, so we decided to go ahead and get the epidural. It was instant pain relief, and also nice to be hooked up to a catheter (lol, TMI?) because I was sick of calling the nurse every 10 minutes to unhook everything and help me get up to go pee. But along with the epidural came really strong nausea, so while I no longer felt the contractions, it wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience.
Around 9:45, my doctor came by, and after checking things, decided that I was ready to push. I was feeling SO sick at this point, but I went ahead and obeyed instructions, which resulted in me throwing up all over myself and my hair. SO GROSS. The nurse commented, "oh, did you have rice noodles for dinner?" after seeing my puked up delicious Vietnamese dinner (which oddly did not include rice noodles, but I was too sick to correct her on the contents of my barf bag).
After only a few pushes, the baby was out at 10:00am, which completely surprised me as I remembered pushing FOREVER with P. Can't complain there! She was immediately set on my tummy for some skin-to-skin contact but I was totally out of it due to my nausea and a pounding headache. I had a brand new baby and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. But she was precious and so tiny (7 lbs 10oz, which is a good sized baby but she just seemed so little and fragile) and I am incredibly thankful for an easy delivery and healthy baby. And.. that's it! Well, I threw up some more after that (and the nurse commented AGAIN on the rice noodles that I did not eat) and was hooked up to both zofran and morphine for the nausea and headache, and neither helped. I felt sooooo sick, but luckily it went away on its own after a day. We came home with baby the next day and everything so far has been a blur of sleep/feeding/changing diapers but I would not trade it for the world.
Happy 2-week birthday today, baby L!