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I had gone on spring break and had everything ready for him to come. My sub plans were ready and I handed off things smoothly, ready to take the week off before he came. As soon as spring break started I was determined to try some of the natural ways to induce and stay active, and figured it couldn't hurt. I had been having some Braxton hicks but nothing more than that over the past few weeks. Each week i had gone into the drs i was measuring big and from the ultra sound they estimated he was about 10 days ahead but they kept my due date. So at this point I was certain he would come a few days early and I didn't want my water breaking in class! I wanted to be well rested and calm when the time came.
So spring break came and went. I was tired and felt sickish. That Tuesday ( his EDD was that sat) I was busy doing stuff and noticed I was having surges that were doing something more than the braxton hicks. The next day at my appointment I decided to let her check me and she said I was at a 2 almost 3 and 90 effaced and was looking really good. All I'd need we're some good contractions. His head was really low and she said he was a good size baby, she thought well over 8 lbs. A few days went by and nothing. Then on sat, his due date, I was having some more. This time they felt stronger and more all around to my back enough that I had to stop and breathe through them. Decided to go on a walk instead of just laying down. After about an hour an half, i told my husband what was happening he called and wanted to be on the phone when another one happened. Well another didn't happen. And nothing happened again for days. I felt like I was going crazy! How did it just stop?
Sunday I lost my mucus plug and was feeling more hopeful things were going some where. Monday I woke up so stressed with work and waiting, knowing I had only 4 more days left and I would have to have this baby or take back my class until he came. His size and my belly size were getting to me too. I called and changed my appointment for that day. Jen W, the midwife took me even though there really weren't spots and was just what I needed. She listened and reassured me that they werent worried about me and everything was ok. Still the time frame was eating at me. Although I had practiced for months and wanted things to just happen Naturally, i knew reality was I only had so much time. I let her check me and she said it looked like I was a 3.5 and still 90 effAced. I let her strip my membranes and set up a time to be induced Friday if nothing happened. Monday came and went and so did tues and wednesday...no contractions.
Each day I practiced my visualizations and continued the natural ways of inducing. I kept telling my body and myself it's ok, he can come. Once i had that friday date and felt like i could relax and be calm. I wanted things to happen instantaneously so badly and didn't want to have to be induced to get my contractions going. But I felt like with my situation as it was, it was the best possible plan b.
Friday came around and still no baby. It was weird heading to the hospital knowing id have my baby. This whole time I had prepared myself to just let things happen naturally. But here we were. Up the elevator to labor and deliver. We checked in and a nurse took us to our room.
It was a big room with a huge window where I could see the temple. I felt pretty calm but mostly excited and a little in disbelief that we were finally going to meet our little baby. What was this day going to have in store for me?
A nurse got my heplock in. It took two times to get it. We completed all the paper work and waited for our midwife. Soon she came and told us that I couldnt be induced that day after all because I was 40.6 week and a 9 on the bishop scale. I had to be a 10 to over rule the 41 week rule. We talked about being induced on Monday because the midwives wouldnt do it on the weekend. I think we just had that feeling it needed to happen because Brice and I pushed it and ask if there was anything we could do. She said we could walk and could come back and check me in 45 mins. Everyone was rooting for us. All the nurses that shift seemed to want us to stay. We walked the three flights of stairs three times.
She came back and checked and he had positioned low enough that it gave me another pt on the bishop scale. She broke my water and we started walking. It didnt take long before the contractions started. It was such a relief in a way to feel them at first because for weeks know Ive been waiting for any sign of labor and a few times I thought I was. But everyone told me that when they happen I will know. Well it was happening and there was no doubt they were contractions. This was it! There was no turning back hah
They slowly built and for four hours I labored. They got closer together and more intense as the time went on. I wanted to lay down and rest or sit on the birthing ball, some place to relax my whole body, but it was extremely uncomfortable to do anything. Sitting, laying, standing..nothing was a good position. I kept wanting to move and try something new but then id find myself standing which was awful. Its a sensation that seems to take over your body and moving any part of body seems to make it ten times worse. All you want to do is freeze and not move a muscle. I felt like I was doing pretty good, well at least thats what the midwife was saying and Brice and it was encouraging to hear.
Finally I sat in the jet tub and that was the best place yet. I stayed there for a good hour and a half I think. The bad part was when they had to come check me and would have to sit on the edge of the tub when one happened and that pressure on my bum only made it that much worse.
After four hours they checked. I was feeling like I wanted to throw up during the contractions and felt hot and dizzy and thought for sure I was starting or in transition. I started at a four before being induced and now was at a 5 plus. From beginning to beginning the contractions were 2-3 minutes apart, with a minute break. Which explained why I really couldnt move to any new place without a plan because I didnt want to have a contraction standing up because that seemed the worst of any place I could be. Brice was so awesome. The midwife joked she wanted to hire him as a dula. Everytime I stated having a contraction I would reach up and brice would hold my hand and remind me of my relaxation strategies until I got through it.
So now that I was only at a 5 plus after 4 hours I started thinking about an epideral. I was torn because I had prepared my mind not to have one, but I was really feeling like I didnt want to keep doing this for who knows how long. I felt like I was already stretching myself thin and was losing my resolve.
I talked to Brice and the midwife about my thoughts in and out of my contractions. I felt bad like I was letting people and myself down, but Brice reassured me that that was not was what it was about. The midwife told me that the epideral could in fact speed me up. I went forward with it and I was surprise how much it didnt hurt. Compared to the contraction I was having during the needle it was nothing. Within minutes it was working and I was resting. At this point I was thinking an epideral was the best thing invented! Ha seriously, it was awesome. Besides the shakes during it, it was super nice and worked beautifully. That was about 9:00. Brice slept and I rested, too excited to sleep.
Three hours later they checked again and I went from a 5 plus to a 9 plus. An hour or so later a 10 with almost 100 percent effaced. All the family were guessing he would be born very soon. But one hour went by, then two, then three. They noticed that I really wasn't having contractions like I did. They watched again. Still nothing really, not enough to get him through the birth canal. Jen talked to me about getting a little pitocen to get them going again. I agreed and went forward. Within minutes they were up and going again. And within in hour they came in and said it was time.
In 50 minutes of pushing, Cade William Timothy was born. His head came pretty fast and all the encouragement from Brice and Jen really helped me feel like I was doing ok although it felt like I didnt know what in the world I was doing. They told me when the contractions were. His head got a little stuck at the end. We have it all on tape which is fun. He was put on me and I got to see his sweet little eyes. He was making little noises that I could hear. Everything was a world wind after that. Brice helped to deliver him and cut his cord. But he came out limp and a little blue so the emergency nurses rushed in. They took care of him and within a few minutes he was good.
They put him on the scale and everyone was shocked the see 10 pounds 11 oz and 21 and a half inches. Jen said when he was coming she just kept getting baby and his belly got a little stuck ah.
Once he was born I kept looking around trying to see him and asking people how he was. It took a good little while until I got to see him which was really weird actually. I was thinking, hey remember me..im the one who made that happen...doesnt that put me somewhere at the top in importance? Seriously! I had to stay and deliver the placenta and get stitched. Fun for me ha I tore a two degree which I guess they said really wasnt too bad for a baby that size and my first.
They cleaned me all up and finally brought him back. Brice handed him to me and I got to breast feed and hold him. He had the biggest checks and sweetest little hair and hair line, perfectly highlighting his face. I couldnt believe he had come out of me. He was beautiful! We love Cade William and am so happy he is part of our family!! He is such a sweet boy and we feel so blessed to have him."