I have had a pretty easy pregnancy compared to many people, however the delivery was the scariest experience of my life. The morning of Monday December 13th at 7:15, I had noticed that I had bright red blood, not a lot but enough for me to go once again to the hospital. I called the nurses to give them a heads up that I was on my way again. My contractions started as we were on our way to the hospital, that whole time I was praying that I did not have to do the walk of shame, as I had been sent home twice before. I was chanting "third time's a charm, third time's a charm...". Finally we arrived, the weather was mild but there was snow and ice on the ground. As I was crossing the street from the parking lot into the entrance I stepped on a piece of ice during a contraction and slipped and landed on my right knee. "superstar!!" Now my non-frumpy soon-to-be mommy look went from nice to covered in mud. It look as if my husband was helping a pregnant street person into the hospital. Anyway, worse things could have happened, I know.
When we arrived in the birthing centre, I met with the nurses that I had become familiar with. Once again I was 3cms, I couldn't believe it. I said to them in my nicest voice possible " I'm 4 days overdue, please. please induce me!!" Of course the answer was 'no we'll have to wait and see'. Now I have never been bone protruding thin since high school but I was now tipping and breaking the scales at 192.5 lbs. I'm 5'6" this kid was stretching me to the max. So we waited, I was hooked up to the machines and finally around 10:00 am the nurse checked on me again and I was 4 cms! Thank God, they can't send me home now! Justin called my mother gave her my order for pies, 1 Boston Cream for the nurses and 1 Apple Crisp for me once I delivered the baby.
So, I was admitted and the day and contractions continued. Luckily my doctor was staff that day so I didn't have to explain my pregnancy experience again. However this turned out to be bad luck instead of good. My doctor had never sent me for my 32 & 34 week ultrasounds because she insisted that they were not necessary. Each time I asked her in my previous appointments about the expected weight of my baby, she would say "oh normal size, like 7 lbs".
One of the nurses had suggested that I have an ultrasound while I was being admitted. That suggestion would have paid off however it was vetoed by my doctor. I was in active labour for 14 1/2 hours. I tried every position possible that the nurses suggested, birthing ball, slow dancing with my husband ( I couldn't hold my bladder), lying on my sides ( that didn't work I puked all over Justin) and finally crouch over the bed on all fours, just then a group of carolers strolled by singing Christmas songs (that was worse than the pain).
I did not have an epidural because the pain was something felt I could handle. The woman across the hall from me was whaling (like in some Greek Tragedy) she was only 4cms but she insisted on a drug free birth, I was now 8 and not saying more than "ow, ow, ow" every contraction. Once the nurses told me about her dramatics I started chanting "drug her, drug her!!"
However when I was 9cms dilated and my baby had not dropped to where he should be the doctor strongly suggested that I take the epidural so that it would relax my muscles and help the baby pass through. Even though my contractions were at their strongest point I had to bend to a fetal position, stop pushing and stay still while having a needle in my back. (Easier said then done!)
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