We got to the hospital at 4:30am on
.Wednesday for induction. I was so
excited/nervous that I had only gotten
about 3 hours of sleep. They put me on
pitocin around 5:00am or so and steadily
increased the dosage as the day wore on.
At first I didn't even feel the
contractions, and later on they felt like
gas pains, and then menstrual cramps.
They were never bad enough to require any
kind of pain medicine... I actually
watched tv calmly the whole day. They
turned the pitocin off around 4:30pm to
allow me to eat and (hopefully) rest.
After 12 hours of the drug, I had made
zero progress. The doctor told me to
expect another long day tomorrow. I
managed to get another two hours of
sleep.
They turned the pitocin back on at 1:00am
on .Thursday. The contractions were
immediately just as strong as they were
the previous day. I had much more trouble
managing through them. The pitocin drip
was only turned up a certain amount,
because the doctor was not due to arrive
until 8:00am or so to break my water. By
5:00am, I was having full-blown painful
contractions about 1-2 minutes apart.
They didn't slowly rise and fall in
intensity - they hit me hard and fast. I
felt the pain all throughout my stomach,
back, and bottom. I couldn't get
comfortable sitting, standing, or lying.
The nurse offered me pain medicine more
than once,. But I was afraid that my
labor would slow down if I accepted. I
told her I would try to hold out for the
doctor to arrive. They checked my
progress and I was now dilated to 4
centimeters, completely effaced. The
nurse offered me a heating pad (didn't do
squat for the contractions, but felt good
inbetween) and a birthing ball (felt like
I was sitting/rocking on a knife during
contractions). I got back into bed and
she checked me again. I had dilated
another centimeter and was now at a 5.
She again offered pain medicine to me, and
by this time I was so beside myself in
misery that I accepted.
20 minutes later the epidural was in and I
was finally able to relax. At one point I
rolled over in bed towards my husband, and
the nurse noticed that I had bled on the
pad that was underneath me. She checked
me *again* and I was already 7
centimeters! I started to feel like I
needed to poo, and asked her if it was
okay if I tried to use the restroom before
we started pushing. She told me that she
didn't want me using any of my pushing
muscles without the doctor nearby, and
paged him to alert him of my progress. He
arrived and broke my water (i was at an 8
by then) and told me we'd begin pushing
soon.
After my water was broken, I felt like
(tmi) I was "prairie dogging", and asked
the nurse if i'd semi-pooed. She looked
and told me no, and I argued with her that
I *really* had to go. She checked me and
I was completely dilated. She and another
nurse propped my legs up and had me
"practice" pushing through one
contraction. Pushing when you can't feel
anything is .W.E.I.R.D! I was completely
calm during the entire process and felt no
pain or discomfort at all. When that
contraction was over, they started
prepping for the birth. From the
beginning of that "practice push", I
pushed for exactly 10 minutes before my
daughter was born. We were shocked at
just how quickly she came out, especially
since we were expecting another long day
of labor.
I tore pretty badly - down each side and
through the middle. It took the doctor
about half an hour to stitch me. I was
annoyed, because I had hoped to take my
time with the pushing to allow my body
time to stretch. Because I wasn't
expecting the pushing stage to be that
short (and because I couldn't feel
anything) I pushed just as hard as the
nurses and doctor told me to, and I
attribute that to my tearing. I don't
think there was any reason to rush the
pushing - the baby's heartrate was fine
throughout the entire labor.
Alyvia is beyond beautiful. She's taken
wonderfully to breastfeeding, although
we're having trouble with latching on
properly. My nipples are very sore, but I
plan to stick with it and have faith that
we'll both learn what's comfortable.
And to make a long post even longer -
pictures!
Moments after the birth:
nursing my little one:
sleeping at the hospital:
at home! Her onesie was sooo big on her,
and we had to put no-scratch mittens on
her hands to keep her from clawing at her
face: