I had a doctors appointment on Wednesday the 12th. My amniotic fluid was so low my doctor suspected my waters were broken but just trickling and sent me over to labor and delivery.
The first nurse blew two veins, one in each hand before I asked for a more experienced nurse to put my IV in. The second nurse got it in but my hands killed for the next little while. My contractions started almost immediately and they KILLED. They were close together and really intense. They gave me a drug called Stadol after about 10 hours of these. That took the edge off. For awhile.
My cervix was not dilating or effacing so they inserted a tube into my uterus and blew a balloon up with saline fluid. This would put pressure on the inside of my cervix and encourage it to open up. To get it to pull they tied it to an IV bag which hung down off the edge of the bed. I screamed bloody murder when they put it in and the 4 hours it took to dilate to 3 cm for it to pop out were some of the worst of my life.
24 hours in they started the pitocin. This is supposed to help labor along. It also makes things more painful so I gave in at this point and got an epidural. It was heaven. I told the guy who put it in I loved him.
The epidural wore off several hours later. They had me sit up to try and move the baby down. I screamed and screamed through more contractions and the pressure was terrible. The next dose of the epidural wasn't effective.
After 32 hours and 6 hours with no progression, no food, no water, and me begging for death, they decided to do a c-section.
They wheeled me into the operating room by myself. It was so cold my teeth chattered. They gave me a spinal block in my epidural catheter and I went "numb" from the chest down. I could still feel everything except for sharp pains. They dressed Bryan up in some sterile gear and he joined me. I cried. I had never been so scared in my entire life. I was literally thinking this is it I'm going to die on this table. I couldnt feel the cut but I felt everything else. I screamed more for the next 20 minutes until they told me my son was born. They held him above the sheet and he looked into my eyes and a drop of my own blood fell from his face onto my face. They pulled him back and scrubbed him down. They continued to work on me which hurt so bad I couldn't stand it. Bryan brought Atticus over to me and I looked at him for a minute and then they injected a drug into my iv that made me pass out.
I woke up in a room alone. Bryan came in crying saying that our son was perfect and beautiful. I fell asleep again. My mother came in and said he was beautiful. I fell asleep again. I don't remember how long it took but eventually they brought him to me and I held him.
I said hello Atticus, I'm your mother.
Born 3/14/2014
7lbs 15oz 20 1/2 in
Im pretty sure he's the most gorgeous thing ever created...
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