Hope everyone has great festivities!
The Universe heard my plea for
pregnancy relief and let me tell you, Nature delivered!
Several
hours after my last post I was rudely awoken at 2am by some annoying
cramping. I laid there for a while; quite sure what was happening but
altogether in denial about it. After counting off in my head, I was
pretty sure this was it. I nudged Phil and told him to start writing
down the intervals; they were less than five minutes apart! So after
fretting about who would feed the cat for the next few days, we set
off to the hospital.
The labour room was fantastic; lots of
shuffling room, a giant 'therapeutic' jacuzzi tub, and very private.
Now because I wasn't very far along (only at 5ish centimetres...), I
just got to hang out in there and let my labour progress. So we
waited. And waited. Finally sometime before noon they checked me
again and I was at 7ish. Hurrah! I had gone twelve hours with no meds
and was nearly there! In my mind I had gone over the worst hump and
was getting excited. So we decided to progress the labour farther and
the doctor broke my water. And boy did my labour go! Excruciating,
mind-numbing, soul-splitting, off the Richter scale, having my
insides gravitate towards the core of the Earth PAIN! If it was
physically possible, I would have been climbing the walls. Unbeknown
to me I was screeching into my pillow as the contractions became
harder, longer and more frequent. Now here is where Phil - my rock, my pillar, my manly man, my fantastic, caring loving husband and coach had to leave the room in tears. He later told me that he couldn't bear to see me in so much pain and hid in the washroom to cry leaving my mom to take over the coaching duties temporarily. Like I said; my loving manly man. So, the doctor pretty much ordered me
to have the epidural possibly for fear that I would pass out from the
pain or to stop me from freaking out the other labouring mothers -
you could hear me down the hall... Obviously having no choice in the
matter I had to wait another hour for the anaesthesiologist. Relief
finally ensued at 4pm...
The doctor told us that he would check
in on us in about an hour or two to see if anything had changed from
my now 8cm. I finally got a little time to rest - Phil and I had
been up over twelve hours! As promised the doctor checked me about
two hours later but I was still at 8. We then decided to start up an
Oxytocin drip and see if that would send me to 10 centimetres. Now
because Nature hates me (see previous posts), the Oxytocin did
nothing. But also, the baby was "right transverse" and the head
was stuck in the cervix causing the immense amount of pain and
stalled my labour. So again, Nature hates me. In all his wisdom,
Doctor said "c-section right now" and me being doped up and
exhausted and completely disheartened by the "c-section" part,
agreed and now the room was abuzz as I was prepped for surgery.
Finally at 11:33pm on May 13 my little girl was born; perfect and
pink at 8lbs 1oz.
Photo by Nathalie Poulin
I told you Nature hates me... but maybe not quite so much as I thought.
