So I finally had my baby!
Gideon was born on March 22, 2012 and weighed 6 pounds 10 ounces.
So here is his birth story.
I left out all/most of the icky/tmi parts.
Still, if you are young enough to think that a stork brings babies to parents then you're too young to read this.
I ended up having to be induced on Wednesday the 21st and I actually had no idea that they were actually inducing me that night I just showed up at the hospital to get some medication because I was supposed to be induced on the 22nd and apparently the doctor had scheduled me to be induced that night. Oops.
I hadn't slept the night before because I was anxious about being induced on the 22nd so I spent all day Wednesday trying to wear myself out so I could get a good nights sleep before being induced. I did lawn work, I went grocery shopping, I went out with my husband's step mom, I really burned myself out. So I'm at the hospital and they lead us up to the maternity ward and hand me a gown and I'm like whoa guys, I'm just here for some meds and they're like no you're getting induced. Uh crap.
So here I am being induced with no sleep, no hospital bags, and my husband's best friend sitting in our car waiting for us to drop him off at his house. I think to myself... no problem my husband will just run his friend home, grab my bags, and be back here in an hour and we'll get some much needed rest.
So now they've started me on some medication to induce me (I won't go into specifics since it involves icky parts) and I'm laying in bed trying to get that much needed rest I've been talking so much about. Funny thing though, It's really hard to sleep through contractions. Crap.
Alright it's the next morning and we're calling and texting everyone letting them know we're at the hospital. My IV pitocin was supposed to be started at 7am but they didn't get it started until 9am. The contractions I had at night were like tickles compared to what that crap put me through. They really started getting very strong and I had my husband take a quick video of me saying "this is the last time you will see me smile until the baby gets here." That was accurate.
So the contractions are coming really fast now and so I have a nurse check me. I'm only 2 freakin cm dilated. So I have 8cm to go and I feel like these contractions are going to rip me in half. Being only 2cm we decide not to call our families yet because who knows how long this could take. Also I start begging for pain medication which was something I was hoping to avoid. Unfortunately my sister and my husband both won't let me have the pain meds because they knew I didn't want them. The nurse agrees with them and gives me a exercise ball and some massage oil.
So 2 nights no sleep and insanely painful contractions with no end in sight with only a yoga ball and some massage oil to make me feel better. Really?
Some how the contractions kick it up another notch and manage to get even stronger. Are you freakin kidding me? So its only been maybe 5 minutes since I last asked for pain meds and so I ask again I keep telling the nurse I can't do this, I'm exhausted and who knows how long this will last for. She reasons with me and has me climb back into bed to check me again and I've finally made it to 3cm. She has me roll over onto all fours and then she checks me right away and I'm 5cm. Holy crap. We need a doctor now! Uh, I mean stat!
So pretty soon what seems like every nurse in the hospital is in my room scrambling around. I couldn't see them but I could hear them, I had my eyes shut almost the entire time. Our family still isn't there since we didn't anticipate going from 3 cm to a full 10cm in less then 15 minutes. Uh ouch. So it's just me my husband and my sister and a billion nurses. So as soon as my doctor gets in the room she gives me the okay to push.
Is this going to hurt?
Nope. Pushing with the contractions was one of the most euphoric things I've ever felt. It took all the pain away. Unfortunately my baby was in distress and they needed him out quick. I did about 3 sets of 3 pushes each before they grabbed the vacuum to assist me. This was one of those points where I opened my eyes to look up at my husband. I've never seen him look shocked or scared and the look on his face was a I-just-crapped-my-pants kind of a look. The last set of 3 pushes I finally managed to push my son out.
The doctor cut his cord and sent him off to be checked out to make sure he was healthy because they were concerned that he may have breathed in some meconium.
He checked out fine.