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!