Has it really been six weeks? Almost seven, to be exact. I’ve had my head under water for weeks and have not had the time the update the blog. Imagine that! Whew, motherhood. It is beautiful, exhausting, liberating, tireless, exciting and heart warming.
But before we dive into the good stuff about sleepless nights, breast feeding and baby acne…let’s talk LABOR!
I was a week late. Or shall I say, a week overdue. This baby boy was fully cooked! The waiting period was excruciating. However, many first time moms never have their babes on or before their due date. So I kept telling myself that. It was a Thursday night and I was not in the mood to cook. My husband Rick was working late hours before the arrival of our bambino, so he wasn’t burning down the kitchen either. I had mention going to this restaurant we used to go to ALL the time, but had not gone to in probably a year. At this point I was getting suggestions on how to get the labor process moving. I remember someone mentioning to eat eggplant parmesan. As we pull up to the restaurant, guess what was on special for the night? Yep, eggplant parm! Was this a siiiign? I was cramping some before we left, but didn’t want to get excited, since I made an embarrassing phone call to the doctor the week before thinking I was in labor. So I told Rick we were NOT going to call the doctor unless I was holding on to something in excruciating pain. I’m a nut, huh? Or some might say hard headed.
The eggplant parmesan lands in front of me and my cramps are getting worse and worse and happening about every five minutes. I scarf down that nights special and the pain was getting worse. We get home and I am walking around the house having contractions every few minutes. I decide to try and lay down, but the pain was growing. At this point I was holding on to our kitchen counter tops, in pain. I KNEW it was labor. We called the doctor who told us to come on to the hospital. Rick and I were giggling, but also in shock. IT WAS HAPPENING…FINALLY! This was our last car ride as ‘just the two of us’.
We checked into the hospital at 1:30am. I am thinking they’re going to go ahead and get me to a room, when the nurse says I am only 2cm and 80% effaced. She tells me to ‘take a walk’. I am thinking…’you’ve got to be kidding me? I HAVE to be more than 2cm dilated!’. So Rick and I walk the halls, as I grab him every two to three minutes while trying to breathe through the contractions. Within 45 minutes I had dilated from 4cm/ 100% effaced. The nurse says, ‘whoa you’re moving fast…we need to get you to a room!’. As we move to a room my water breaks, which at this point my labor is moving like a freight train that I am begging for an epidural. I was going to try and go natural, but the pain was so severe. Amen to women who can handle it! At this point they have to take your blood before they can give you an epidural. The nurse could not find my vein. It took three different nurses, when one finally got a hold of a vein. I guess working out during pregnancy wasn’t in my favor at that point. They told me since I worked out so much my veins were ropy. On top of that the computer keeps freezing up, so they have to wheel in another computer. I feel like I am in a movie. I swear I could feel his head coming down and I am thinking they aren’t going to be able to give me an epidural in time!! They finally got all the paperwork done, but one more thing, the anesthesiologist is with a patient. I am STILL waiting for some relief! I am almost 8cm dilated, past the point of getting the meds, when I INSISTED I have an epidural! Rick said he’s never seen me talk like that to someone…hell, I am IN LABOR! Needless to say, I finally got the epidural. Whew, it was like a whole new world. It slowed things down tremendously, but it was much needed, in my case.
A few hours passed. I believe 3 hours? I really wasn’t aware of time at this point. All I knew is that our family was coming in one by one saying hello, which was comforting. The doctor came in to say hello and decided to check to see how progress was going. And hello, I am 10cm! Time to push! Even with the epidural (I didn’t get the full dosage) so I could still feel a lot of pressure and was ready to do this. However, every time I pushed the baby’s heart rate kept dropping to 50. Which is not safe. It would then go back up to 150 when I stopped. His head was crowning and I knew I could get this little guy out in less than 10 minutes, but his heart rate continuously kept dropping. All of a sudden the nurses threw me on my side and got his heart rate back up. The doctor said we had to do a c-section. Not the news I wanted to hear. As tears rolled down the side of my face, I knew I had to do what I had to do. Anything do give birth to a healthy baby.
More on the c-section ( which I know sounds so glamorous) in the next blog. Mr. Kash is crying…off I go to motherhood!