Wednesday, February 4, 2015
We had had a doctor’s appointment that day (I was 3 days overdue and still not having any contractions but the baby still sounded perfect- our doctor said!). We had firmed up our plans to get induced on Friday, February 6. Jimmy hadn’t slept much the night before so at 7:00pm, he said he was going to bed. He went to go get ready for bed and I went and laid down and picked up the book “What to expect when you’re expecting.” I couldn’t believe I wasn’t having contractions and wanted to see what the book said they would feel like. Suddenly I felt fluid leak out of down there (felt like my period had started, which I hadn’t read anywhere of people describing it like that, but that’s the best way to describe it!). I sat up and looked around just as Jimmy was walking out of the bathroom. “What?” he asked. “I think something just happened!” I said. “Are you shitting me?” he asked. Then I got up and ran to the bathroom as liquid started leaking out of me at a rapid pace. “My water broke!” I said.
The next couple of minutes, I think we were both in shock. I still needed to finish packing (always last minute I am!) and I couldn’t get the fluid to stop leaking long enough to get off the toilet. Jimmy and I tried to remember if we needed to go to the hospital or if I needed to wait for contractions. “Well, text someone!” he said. So I called mom who told me the dr would probably want me to come in but that I needed to call them and to use a pad or a towel to keep fluid from leaking everywhere. So I called the hospital and the dr on call said “Did they not TELL you if your water breaks you need to come in immediately?” I mumbled something about how they did I just couldn’t remember. So Jimmy and I finished packing then he took care of the animals to prepare for us being away for a couple of days. As we drove to the hospital, I was really calm… I wasn’t feeling any contractions so besides the fluid leaking out of me, it was like we were headed to a normal appointment. “I feel like I should be writhing in pain or something to freak you out,” I told Jimmy on the way there.
We got to the hospital and Jimmy dropped me off while he parked the car. They took me upstairs to Labor & Delivery (they skipped the “confirmation room” since my water had already broke) and we got settled in. They hooked up my IV and the monitors. I went to the bathroom (this part made me happy… no pooping during delivery! ) but when they put the heart monitor back on for the baby, her heart rate dipped low so from that point on I couldn’t get out of bed. (Hello bed pan!) Then we waited. They started Pitocin right away and soon I could feel contractions. Nothing bad but enough that I couldn’t sleep so they gave me pain meds. I got a picture of Jimmy and mom sleeping on the couch and the chair. Poor things!
The next morning, the Dr on call gave the okay for me to get an epidural. I wasn’t progressing very fast at all. And I couldn’t eat or drink anything so it was popsicles and ice chips. ALL DAY. We got quite a few visitors which broke up the day nicely. Everyone was entertained watching the monitor that showed my contractions asking every once in a while “Can you feel that?”
Toward the end of the day (Thursday) I started asking Jimmy to sneak me in a sprite. He said no. DANG IT. (But I would be thankful when I was dry heaving later!)
Finally, around 10:30pm or so, I was still only at 4cm dialated and my water had been broke for 27 hours. The dr asked me if I wanted to do a c-section and I said yes. (I liked that she didn’t force it on me since neither me nor the baby was in distress) By that point I was pretty exhausted and was ready for it to be done! So they called in the OR team and at 11:15pm, they wheeled me back there. I could only have one person in with me and my mom was pretty upset (“I know you’ll be watching out for your baby,” she told Jimmy as they were wheeling me back, “but please watch out for mine too.”) I remember when they gave me the spinal block that it was an uncomfortable feeling to be completely numb. I didn’t like not having some sort of control. (with the epidural, I could still move my toes a little!) I was trying not to think about the c-section too much b/c I knew I’d get nervous but once they wheeled me into the room, I started shaking really bad. The anesthesiologist (Dr. Khalil) was great and asked me if I was shaking b/c I was cold or nervous. I told him both. I liked that he never told me to “calm down” because I wouldn’t have been able to. We still didn’t know the gender of our baby and everyone in the OR was pretty excited about that. They decided to let Dr. Khalil announce what it was (it was his last night at the hospital before retiring) and he asked me if we had names picked out. I told him yes- Luke and Emily. Jimmy was allowed to come in at about that time and held my hand. When he was holding my hand I could calm down a little but I was still shaking pretty bad. (He would later say that he thought it was the OR team who was pulling at me!)
The dr had said that I would feel some pressure and I did but I kept making myself think about work stuff so I wouldn’t get nervous. I felt pressure and then I heard a cry. Then Dr. Khalil said “It’s an Emily!” (I was pretty surprised at that- I had thought it was going to be a boy!) Jimmy would later tell me that he didn’t understand and didn’t know if it was a boy or girl until he saw our baby laying there!
Seeing my baby girl for the first time!
I remember thinking “that’s a big baby!” and wondering how much she weighed. I felt pretty out of it at that point.
This was her minutes after being born. I don’t think she looks like a newborn… she has been beautiful since birth!
Emily minutes after she was born. Already a beauty!
Jimmy stayed with Emily while I got wheeled into recovery. They covered me with warm blankets and I told the anesthesiologist that I was getting nauseous. (He had warned me it may happen b/c of the movement from the OR room to the recovery room) He got me some medicine and I dry heaved into a bin but then I felt instantly better. They covered me with warm blankets and after a little bit, Jimmy, Emily, and my nurse came down. They asked me if I wanted to hold her but I said no because I felt SO WEAK! I remember thinking how pretty she was. Jimmy asked if he could stay with me but the nurses told him he needed to stay with the baby. (I loved that he asked though and he would later say he didn’t want to leave me there alone!)
They wheeled me up to my room and mom had went and bought us Wendy’s and gotten me a sprite. It was the best food ever. J She stayed around to get our first family picture (and I held her for the first time!) then went home to get some sleep.
I later heard that Jimmy teared up when he was holding Emily and showing her to everyone through the nursery. Just thinking about that now makes me tear up.
We had a lot of people who stuck with us during my 30-ish hours in Labor. My mom, Jimmy’s mom, Jimmy’s dad, Jimmy’s best friends, and our Lake Friends. It was nice having so much support at the hospital! I love this picture that someone took of them getting to see her for the first time from the nursery!
Everyone getting to see EJ for the first time!
The nurses were so great while I was in labor. I ate A LOT of popsicles and they never complained about getting them for me. My mom was very hands on and instead of scoffing at her, they thanked her for her help. They changed my bedpan like it was no big deal and were just great overall. They weren’t as attentive the day after I delivered but they were efficient and answered all of my requests!
There you have it… our first birth experience!