So I went in on sunday the 10th to be induced because I was only a few days away from being 2 weeks overdue, and I had made NO progress at all. We arrived at the hospital at 10pm to start cervadil, and while filling out paperwork, and answering a million questions I started feeling a few weak contractions, and then a pop. I mentioned I felt a pop, but nothing was coming out so we just assumed it was just a strong kick. In the mean time my good friend Monica who is a Labor and Delivery nurse arrived because she was going to be my extra support person, and possibly my nurse it the maternity ward got busy. The nurse was about to put in the cervadil when she said I would have to lay in bed for 2 hours after she put it in before I could get up, so she asked if I needed to use the restroom. As soon as I moved to get up, I felt like I was peeing myself, and it just kept coming. I said I thought my water broke, and the nurse looked at me like I was crazy until she noticed it leaking everywhere ( my fluid level was still at a 20 at that point which is the most it can be) We called all our family, and settled in for a long ride. I leaked through tons of pads, and at one point I even leaked through the bed onto the floor.
My contractions were 5 min apart right from the get go, and were rather uncomfortable given that my water had broken, but nothing I couldn't handle, just felt like bad period cramps really down low. The worst part was my acid reflux got so bad that I was dry heaving ( this continued through until the end...yuck) This went on for hours. My family arrived at the hospital, and came to see me in my room, my contractions were still pretty mild at this point, I would kinda have to breath through them, but only to make myself more comfortable, not because I HAD to. My midwife came by and checked the position of the baby, and he was very close to being posterior so she decided to do this crazy rolling technique to get him to move. She had me lay on a mat on the floor on my back with a big scarf under me. She stood on one side of the scarf and held the other side and pulled rolling me back and forth on my back. You could actually see the baby turning, it was wild. After that I labored on the ball for a while, and then decided it was time to get some sleep. Everyone left, and Nick and Monica and I got a few hours of rest. I was able to sleep in between contractions very well. The next morning I labored around my room for a while, and they were feeling more intense, but still only 5 min apart. My midwife decided I should go for a walk, but just then baby's heart rate dropped, so I had to postpone my walk and labor in bed for a while. After a few hours of monitoring and no heart rate drops, they let me go for a walk. We did lap after lap, coming back every 30 min to get monitored again. Nothing was making my contractions come any closer together, but they were slowly getting more intense. We decided to try pumping to see if that would help, and after a few hours of that, and no progress I was feeling tired. We decided it was time to do some pitocine, and let me rest a little while. I got a little rest, and then things started to get really crazy. My contractions started getting closer together, but baby's heart rate kept dropping randomly, it didn't seem to happen with strong contractions so we knew it was not the pit. It was only when I would get into certain positions, which made laboring even harder because I couldn't use all my different labor position techniques to help me. Monica was such a huge blessing, she helped me so much through the whole time. Nick was also incredibly amazing, I couldn't have gotten through it without him, I know I was worried going into it that he would not be a very good support person, but he was the best one ever! I felt very helpless and hopeless many times throughout my labor, and Nick did an awesome job keeping me positive, and showing his love.
I started really feeling the urge to push, and couldn't control it any longer so my midwife checked me and I was only at a 6, after some coaxing from everyone, I decided it was best for me and baby to take a small dose of pain killer in my IV to help me relax a little through the contractions so I wouldn't push. My contractions were VERY painful at this point, and coming very close together. Monica ended up having to leave because she had to work the next day and she had been there with us the whole time, I am soooo thankful for the time she was there. The nurse that came to replace her was also very nice. Soon I was feeling the urge to push again, Sherry checked me and I was at an 8, but she let me do some small pushing just when I felt the need, and before you knew it I was at a 10, but I still had a small lip of cervix left which she massaged around the baby's head every once in a while until it stayed. I ended up pushing for 3 hours. They all said I had really good pushes, and I was moving the baby a lot every time, but for some reason he kept moving back to where he started. I was sooooo tired by the end I kept yelling that I was exhausted, and I couldn't do it, and that she was stuck in there. My midwife decided that I needed and episiotomy, she ended up having to cut 3 times and then finally out he came. I was not able to have him on my chest right away because there had been meconium in my water when it broke, and it had been 24 hours. DH didn't even get to cut the cord :( But they got him to my very quickly, and it was the greatest feeling in the whole world to have him in my arms. It was a very rough labor, and it didn't go at all how I planned, but I would do it again in a heartbeat to have this little boy.
After the delivery My face was so swollen I couldn't recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. The next day I felt like I had been hit by a bus, and everyone said I looked like it to. My chest hurt from dry heaving for 24 hr, my face hurt from all the swelling, my throat hurt from the breathing and vocalizing. My crotch hurt from all the stitches. I was a mess. I'm feeling so much better now, and all my swelling has gone away. My stitches are still a little sore, but feeling better every day. Baby Charlie is doing great, he is eating like a champ, and is a very easy baby.
Pic of me all swollen...
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