The day I have been waiting for forever has finally arrived! It all began Tuesday morning / Monday night. I went to bed on Monday at around 9:30 and woke up shortly after at about 11:30pm with horrible back pain. It was consistent and throbbing. Having had a Dr's appointment on Monday afternoon and being dilated to 5cm already and 70% effaced I knew what was happening.
I woke Daddy up and told him what I was feeling and that we should probably take Lola to my parents, so she has somewhere to stay while we are in the hospital, and then see how we feel from there and if we should leave for the hospital right then. By the time we got up and ready and to yiayia and grandpa Pat's house it was about 1:30am. Nothing was consistent and my pain was still manageable so we decided to just hang out there for a while. Daddy went back to sleep and I tried too but being so uncomfortable I wasn't very lucky doing so.
I let Daddy wake up on his own since there was no apparent rush and then we went to the park to walk to try and get the contractions to become more regular. While walking at the park for an hour we ran into Daddy's grandpa. Apparently he goes to the park every morning and walks and we just so happened to go at the same time and run into him!!
With as uncomfortable as I was and being so dilated the day before I made a decision to go to the hospital that day no matter what. We have been to labor and delivery before and found out that I was having regular contractions that I just wasn't feeling. I was too scared that was going to be the case this time too and I didn't want to take that risk. Since I know that they starve you once you are admitted to the hospital Daddy and I went for a huge breakfast! Well, Daddy ate a normal amount but mommy scarfed down a ton of food. I didn't know how long your labor was going to be and I was not about to be hungry and weak when I needed to have the most strength ever. So...I ordered an omelet, pancakes, a side of fruit and toast...then washed it down with some yummy orange juice! I was stuffed like a fat rat and now ready to head to the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital at about 12:30 in the afternoon. While I was having contractions they still were not regular and the admitting midwife went back and forth about if she should admit me or not. Since I was not at 6cm and 80% effaced she decided to go ahead and admit us and make me walk the halls to hopefully cause my contractions to become regular.
We walked our first round for 45 minutes and then went back to the room to be monitored for 20 minutes. Thankfully my contractions became consistent and regular. They were about 7 minutes apart at this point so they asked me to walk the halls again to hopefully speed them up. At this point your yiayia and grandpa Pat and Auntie Coco and Uncle PJ came to visit. Yiayia brought Daddy a burger and fries and since I was on IV fluids only I didn't want to be tempted to eat so Auntie Coco and Uncle PJ and I walked the halls together for another 45 minutes. Sadly when we came back for our monitoring my contractions had once again become irregular. I walked one more round in hopes to get them to come back because I really did not want to have to use pitocin but it made no difference.
While being monitored after the last round of walking your heart rate took a little drop so there would be no more getting up and off the monitors. They also switched my monitoring from the traditional belly bands to internal monitoring.
Since labor was not progressing on its own our midwife gave us 3 choices: 1-I could go home and wait to see if they became regular, 2-I could have them break my water hoping that will make my contractions become regular, or 3-push pitocin. There was no way I was going to go home at that point. Given our past with contractions, being 6cm dilated, seeing your heart rate drop, and already having gone through the trouble of being admitted and having my IV put in there was no way I was going home. I really did not want to push pitocin. I have talked to many people who have had labor induced with pitocin who ended up with a c-section and that was the last thing I wanted. I opted to break my water. I was so nervous for them to break my water. I know that when your water is broken your contractions usually start to come closer and more painful and fast. I had still decided to hold off on getting my epidural as I wanted to wait as long as possible before getting it.
At 7:30pm my midwife and nurse came in with what looked like a plastic crochet needle and a bunch of towels and got straight to business. Thankfully it did not hurt at all. It was however the most bizarre feeling ever! It felt like I had peed myself but not just a regular pee, this "pee" lasted forever! I never thought the water would stop but it did...for like 5 minutes before it started again. Did I mention how strange this felt?
We waited a few hours to see if there was any progress in contractions after breaking my water but once again...no luck! I knew at this point they were going to force me to use pitocin. From what I have heard in the past about pitocin is that a lot of times after its administered your contractions come fast...and hard...and you are in a tremendous amount of pain. I decided that this would probably be a good time for me to get my epidural but unfortunately the anesthesiologist was in two back to back emergency c-sections so I had no choice but to wait!
At 2:34 am, and 8cm, she was finally free and able to give me some relief. Shortly after the epidural was in, the staff pushed the pitocin. It was only a matter of time till those contractions finally became consistent and close. All we had to do was wait. At that point the nurses and midwife told me it would still be hours before I would be pushing. We had sent everyone home earlier in the night because we knew it would be a long haul and we wanted them to get some rest. I knew I wasn't going but someone should. We all tried to sleep while we could. I slept for about two hours. Your Daddy had no problem knocking out and sleeping through every nurse check. Coco was like me, she slept a little but awake at every sound.
At around 6:00 am I woke up in complete pain. I knew something wasn't right and I should not be feeling like this. I called the nurse in and explained how I was feeling to her. Another nurse had said that I was probably just feeling pressure as you moved down the birth canal but I was sure my epidural wasn't working like it should have been. After hearing me out about my pain, they checked me to see how far I had progressed. None of us thought there would be much of a change if any at all. Much to our surprise I was at 10cm, 100% effaced and ready to push. Say what!?!?!? I wasn't ready. I had sent everyone home expecting it to be hours and hours and hours more.
Despite my excitement and nervousness my pain was still miserable. I began to cry in fear and nervousness I remembered the girl down the hall earlier in the night screaming like she was being murdered. I told your daddy I was scared and I didn't want to be that girl. I've always sworn I would NEVER scream like that. We begged the anaesthesiologist for something to help with the pain because this epidural thing wasn't working at all. Thankfully our midwife and head nurse saw the pain I was in and convinced the anesthesiologist to give me something to help take the edge off. I guess when you are 100% ready for show time they usually wont give you anything. I begged and pleaded though and swore to push like they have never seen anyone push before.
After both sets of your grandparents arrival at the hospital, I was finally ready to get this show on the road and see the man I had been dreaming of for the last 3 years. Your daddy, Auntie Coco, Yiayia, and Grandma Teresa were all in the room with me. Thanks to my lovely contractions being 5 minutes apart it took about an hour of pushing. As you were crowning all everyone was talking about was how much hair you had and the nurse was making swirl marks in it while you were coming out. Your head was out but we still needed one more push to get the rest of your body out, that however did not stop you from already screaming and letting the world know you were here. After that final push out you came. You were beautiful, even if you were covered in goop. You were wide eyes, full of hair, crying your eyes out, and all ours. Tears ran down my face just like they are running down mine now reliving the moment.
You, Turner Robert, were born at 8:47am weighing 8 lbs even and 21" of pure perfection. That day was the first day of your life and the first day of my new life, you give me a reason to breath, a reason to always fight. The moment Iset my eyes on you I knew you were a gift from god. You were everything I ever wanted and more.
I woke Daddy up and told him what I was feeling and that we should probably take Lola to my parents, so she has somewhere to stay while we are in the hospital, and then see how we feel from there and if we should leave for the hospital right then. By the time we got up and ready and to yiayia and grandpa Pat's house it was about 1:30am. Nothing was consistent and my pain was still manageable so we decided to just hang out there for a while. Daddy went back to sleep and I tried too but being so uncomfortable I wasn't very lucky doing so.
I let Daddy wake up on his own since there was no apparent rush and then we went to the park to walk to try and get the contractions to become more regular. While walking at the park for an hour we ran into Daddy's grandpa. Apparently he goes to the park every morning and walks and we just so happened to go at the same time and run into him!!
With as uncomfortable as I was and being so dilated the day before I made a decision to go to the hospital that day no matter what. We have been to labor and delivery before and found out that I was having regular contractions that I just wasn't feeling. I was too scared that was going to be the case this time too and I didn't want to take that risk. Since I know that they starve you once you are admitted to the hospital Daddy and I went for a huge breakfast! Well, Daddy ate a normal amount but mommy scarfed down a ton of food. I didn't know how long your labor was going to be and I was not about to be hungry and weak when I needed to have the most strength ever. So...I ordered an omelet, pancakes, a side of fruit and toast...then washed it down with some yummy orange juice! I was stuffed like a fat rat and now ready to head to the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital at about 12:30 in the afternoon. While I was having contractions they still were not regular and the admitting midwife went back and forth about if she should admit me or not. Since I was not at 6cm and 80% effaced she decided to go ahead and admit us and make me walk the halls to hopefully cause my contractions to become regular.
We walked our first round for 45 minutes and then went back to the room to be monitored for 20 minutes. Thankfully my contractions became consistent and regular. They were about 7 minutes apart at this point so they asked me to walk the halls again to hopefully speed them up. At this point your yiayia and grandpa Pat and Auntie Coco and Uncle PJ came to visit. Yiayia brought Daddy a burger and fries and since I was on IV fluids only I didn't want to be tempted to eat so Auntie Coco and Uncle PJ and I walked the halls together for another 45 minutes. Sadly when we came back for our monitoring my contractions had once again become irregular. I walked one more round in hopes to get them to come back because I really did not want to have to use pitocin but it made no difference.
While being monitored after the last round of walking your heart rate took a little drop so there would be no more getting up and off the monitors. They also switched my monitoring from the traditional belly bands to internal monitoring.
Since labor was not progressing on its own our midwife gave us 3 choices: 1-I could go home and wait to see if they became regular, 2-I could have them break my water hoping that will make my contractions become regular, or 3-push pitocin. There was no way I was going to go home at that point. Given our past with contractions, being 6cm dilated, seeing your heart rate drop, and already having gone through the trouble of being admitted and having my IV put in there was no way I was going home. I really did not want to push pitocin. I have talked to many people who have had labor induced with pitocin who ended up with a c-section and that was the last thing I wanted. I opted to break my water. I was so nervous for them to break my water. I know that when your water is broken your contractions usually start to come closer and more painful and fast. I had still decided to hold off on getting my epidural as I wanted to wait as long as possible before getting it.
At 7:30pm my midwife and nurse came in with what looked like a plastic crochet needle and a bunch of towels and got straight to business. Thankfully it did not hurt at all. It was however the most bizarre feeling ever! It felt like I had peed myself but not just a regular pee, this "pee" lasted forever! I never thought the water would stop but it did...for like 5 minutes before it started again. Did I mention how strange this felt?
We waited a few hours to see if there was any progress in contractions after breaking my water but once again...no luck! I knew at this point they were going to force me to use pitocin. From what I have heard in the past about pitocin is that a lot of times after its administered your contractions come fast...and hard...and you are in a tremendous amount of pain. I decided that this would probably be a good time for me to get my epidural but unfortunately the anesthesiologist was in two back to back emergency c-sections so I had no choice but to wait!
At 2:34 am, and 8cm, she was finally free and able to give me some relief. Shortly after the epidural was in, the staff pushed the pitocin. It was only a matter of time till those contractions finally became consistent and close. All we had to do was wait. At that point the nurses and midwife told me it would still be hours before I would be pushing. We had sent everyone home earlier in the night because we knew it would be a long haul and we wanted them to get some rest. I knew I wasn't going but someone should. We all tried to sleep while we could. I slept for about two hours. Your Daddy had no problem knocking out and sleeping through every nurse check. Coco was like me, she slept a little but awake at every sound.
At around 6:00 am I woke up in complete pain. I knew something wasn't right and I should not be feeling like this. I called the nurse in and explained how I was feeling to her. Another nurse had said that I was probably just feeling pressure as you moved down the birth canal but I was sure my epidural wasn't working like it should have been. After hearing me out about my pain, they checked me to see how far I had progressed. None of us thought there would be much of a change if any at all. Much to our surprise I was at 10cm, 100% effaced and ready to push. Say what!?!?!? I wasn't ready. I had sent everyone home expecting it to be hours and hours and hours more.
Despite my excitement and nervousness my pain was still miserable. I began to cry in fear and nervousness I remembered the girl down the hall earlier in the night screaming like she was being murdered. I told your daddy I was scared and I didn't want to be that girl. I've always sworn I would NEVER scream like that. We begged the anaesthesiologist for something to help with the pain because this epidural thing wasn't working at all. Thankfully our midwife and head nurse saw the pain I was in and convinced the anesthesiologist to give me something to help take the edge off. I guess when you are 100% ready for show time they usually wont give you anything. I begged and pleaded though and swore to push like they have never seen anyone push before.
After both sets of your grandparents arrival at the hospital, I was finally ready to get this show on the road and see the man I had been dreaming of for the last 3 years. Your daddy, Auntie Coco, Yiayia, and Grandma Teresa were all in the room with me. Thanks to my lovely contractions being 5 minutes apart it took about an hour of pushing. As you were crowning all everyone was talking about was how much hair you had and the nurse was making swirl marks in it while you were coming out. Your head was out but we still needed one more push to get the rest of your body out, that however did not stop you from already screaming and letting the world know you were here. After that final push out you came. You were beautiful, even if you were covered in goop. You were wide eyes, full of hair, crying your eyes out, and all ours. Tears ran down my face just like they are running down mine now reliving the moment.
You, Turner Robert, were born at 8:47am weighing 8 lbs even and 21" of pure perfection. That day was the first day of your life and the first day of my new life, you give me a reason to breath, a reason to always fight. The moment Iset my eyes on you I knew you were a gift from god. You were everything I ever wanted and more.
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