Week 39 started on Friday the 12th. I was exhausted and frankly over just about everything. My body hurt and I was not hungry in the least, so when I got home from work I sat on the couch and was out cold by about 6:00pm. James has a great time with me considering I am always falling asleep on the couch and this time it was before dinner too. But on the bright side, he never has to compromise on what he wants to watch on TV right? James woke me up a little after 9:30pm to go upstairs and go to sleep. As I was walking up the stairs I felt a rush of fluid and my first thought was “God, of course I just peed in my pants..” Then it hit me that my water broke, I did not pee in my pants (thank goodness, since that would have been a drag!). I got to the bedroom and sleepily told James that I think my water just broke and he jumped up and wanted to know what we should do. I had no idea so I called the hospital to see if we should go in now or still wait until my contractions got to 5 minutes apart. They said to come in now. So we got ready–James really wanted to take a quick shower beforehand and I thought why not? I am not in any pain and well, sure go for it. James was slightly panicked on the way to the hospital asking if I was alright and if I was in any pain–I was not. There was not any traffic on the road at almost 10:00pm on a Friday night but I thought it was funny that James wanted to take the quickest way to the hospital and then realized that he was speeding. I told him that we really were not in a rush since nothing was happening and any chance of infection (due to my water breaking) was still hours off.
We got to the ER entrance (because that is the only door that is unlocked after hours) and turns out if you tell the front desk people that your water broke they speed things along quite quickly! I was asked multiple times if I wanted a wheelchair and to be wheeled down to labor and delivery. Nope, I can walk. I did not even want a wheelchair when I tore my meniscus in my knee and if I remember correctly I may have started to cry when they made me sit in the wheelchair because I was not able to walk-I guess my ego or pride could not handle it then and wasn’t able to handle it this night either. I was going to walk to labor and delivery if it killed me–and turns out it didn’t. When we got to labor and delivery I had to change into one of those amazing hospital gowns, get hooked up to the monitor so that they could see my contractions and baby M’s heart rate, and then I got an IV tube hook up for when I was in active, real labor the nurse said. James and I hung out in the very spacious delivery room from 10:30ish to 4:00am with no change. During this time the nurse told me that if I my contractions did not get more intense (because I could not feel them at all) and they did not get closer together she was going to start the pitocin at 4:00am. Needless to say I started doing just about anything I could think of to get those contractions to kick in. I was doing squats, walking around the room, and finally I decided to go walk the ENTIRE hospital (which took about 45 minutes) and walk up and down the stairs. Can you picture me, massive, in a hospital gown, waddling around the hospital at 2:00am?! It was very quiet and empty and I was laughing to myself the whole time thinking it would be quite the site to see me waddling around the hospital in the dark.
4:00am rolled around and my contractions were still nonexistent on the pain scale and they were still 3 clumped together at 2 minutes apart and then there was a 5 minute gap and then 3 more clumped together. The doctor on call came in and introduced herself–James and I were not a fan of her, but could not place why. She did tell me that once they start the pitocin she would recommend me getting an epidural to dull the pain because the pain gets real intense, real quickly. I told her I wanted to try to do it naturally and her lovely response was, “well, just keep it in mind; most people who do pitocin get the epidural.” Thanks lady. The nurse came in and started the pitocin but promised me that I would not require that much to get them started. She came in every 15-30 minutes after that and added more–so much for not needing too much. She did that for 2.5 hours. I even tried to lie and tell her that they were getting closer together but she could see that they were not on the monitor. Bummer. They were getting more intense but it was not until the last time she increased the pitocin that I REALLY started to feel them. WOWA! Talk about going from zero to 90 in 30 minutes and then increasing to 100% in a matter of minutes. At 7:45am, when I looked at the clock and realized I have been in labor for only 3 hours and 45 minutes and I was in pretty severe pain I started to panic and asked the nurse if I was getting close to delivering Baby M. She did not even bother to check me and told me “Oh honey, you are just getting started. First time moms labor for around 10 to 14 hours.” Sheer panic Instantly shot through me and I thought, how the hell can these contractions get any worse?! I then started to really panic each time I felt one coming, which lead to me hyperventilating, and almost passing out once or twice. They were about 45 seconds to a 1 minute apart and lasted about 1 minute. I told James that I can not do this anymore and I need the epidural if I am going to be in this much pain for the next 5 to 9 hours. So sadly (or luckily, I haven’t totally decided which yet) the anesthesiologist was in the room next to me so he was only going to be a few minutes and then come give me my epidural. The nurse never bothered to check to see how dilated I was and at that point I did not think to ask before I had the epidural put in. And in retrospect I should have made her check, because right after I had the epidural put in (still feeling EVERY contraction) the nurse checked me and told me that it was time to start pushing. WHAT! You said it was going to be HOURS before I had to start pushing, that’s why I started to panic and that’s why I got the epidural. By this time it was 7:50ish and I was still feeling the contractions, although I must admit, I was happy to feel them slowly subside due to the medication. I also knew that MY doctor was on call starting at 8:00am and that she was on her way in to the hospital. So since it was about 5 minutes to 8 and I was no longer in pain, I was going to have MY doctor deliver my baby. So the nurse rolled me onto my side so Baby M’s heart rate didn’t drop while we waited and they called my doctor to see how far out she was. My doctor came into my room very excited to see me and trust me, I was THRILLED to see her as well. I pushed for 20 minutes (pain free minutes mind you) and then BAM! James and I were parents to a healthy, 6 pound 12 ounce, 19.5 inch long baby girl! We were thrilled and could not be happier! She screamed right away and then calmed down when she was put on my chest. She was perfect!!
I do not regret getting the epidural because I was able to wait for my doctor to deliver Baby M, but if I would have known that I was going to have my baby in my arms by 8:20am I would not have gotten the epidural a little before 7:50am. The contractions were not going to get any stronger and I was holding it together until I asked the nurse how much longer this was going to last and besides that, I was completely numb from waist down until 1:30pm that afternoon. The epidural was in me for a mere 20 minutes at a charge of $1,780 (just got that bill) and I was numb for the majority of the day.
But whatever the method, the end result was Madelyn Ann. Born on Saturday, February 13th at 8:20am–totally perfect and amazing! (Thank you Baby M for not arriving on Valentines day!) Interesting side note–James proposed to me on February 13th two years prior to baby m arriving!
Baby M did not have a name until we left the hospital 2 days later. Turns out it is quite hard to decide on a name that will follow this little one around for the rest of her life. In the end we decided on Madelyn because James wanted her name to start with an M (for some reason) and I loved the name Adaline. We compromised on Madelyn.
Are you ready for an insane amount of Madelyn pictures? She had her picture professionally taken at the hospital and some of them were so cute that we had to have them.
Her feet are so tiny!!