So before having a baby, I remember I would hear women talk about their labor stories. These stories began with the usual contractions, included pain which subsided with an epidural and concluded with all horrible memories washing away as they leave the hospital with their bundle of joy. Well my labor story is more detail because I want women to really know what it was like without cutting it short. But don't worry too much, because my story also ends with the cutest bundle of joy!
So it was Sunday night January 10 around 11:30 pm when I started noticing some slight pain in my back rounding up to by lower belly. I started timing these contractions because when you are 39 weeks pregnant, you time everything. They were coming in regularly every 5 to 7 mins apart. Around 12:45 am, I call the doctor to tell her about the pain and she tells Alex and I to go to the hospital. Well around 1 am we check in and find out from the nurse that I was only 1cm dilated. No idea why my doctor has placed me at 3cm the week before. Anyways, they decide to keep me there to start me on antibiotics for this test I had been positive for. Well around 5am my doctor decides to induce me with pitocin and the pain starts kicking in. Around 7am I have my first round of drugs. Now, it's all pretty sketchy after that but Alex has filled in the pieces for me. After I get my IV pain meds, the contractions are coming harder and I'm still at only 3cm so I ask for an epidural around 9am. Then the anesthesiologist comes in and gives me an epidural and asks me my level of pain. I notice that my pain was still there so he starts over and gives me another epidural. The second one takes some of my pain away where I can breathe through the contractions so he leaves and I try to fall asleep. At 1pm the pain started increasing again and the drugs weren't helping so the nurses call the anesthesiologist back in. While waiting for him (which felt like eternity) I had dilated from 5cm to 8cm (without drugs!) and I was in PAIN!! I thought I was going to die and I kept crying out for them to just cut me and take the baby out. I also started having the strong urge to push, which was not good since I had 2cm left. When the doctor finally came back in he gave me two options: 1. hold on for about 20 more mins and hope the baby will come out by then or 2. get his colleague to give me a third epidural with more luck than he was having. I opted for option 1 first but after another contraction, I went for option 2. After all, they were coming every 45 seconds and 20 mins of contractions seemed like a lifetime. The second doctor comes in to give me my third epidural and he mixes some other medicine in which completely numbs me from waist down. If I could have kissed that man, I would have for taking my pain away. After resting and getting from 8cm to 10cm, the nurse asks me to push to help the baby start crowning. Well I pushed my hardest for about an hour and half (after all, I am completely numb and the more pitocin they gave wasn't really helping) but the baby was not moving from my pelvic cavity and her poor heart rate was getting dangerously high. So my doctor said that after all that I went through, it was going to have to be a C-section. My heart sank but I knew whatever was best for her was the most important thing. After that, I was prepped and she was delivered at 5:12 pm. The C-section doesn't get much of a description because it was fairly a smooth run after prepping. The worse part was that I was in the hospital in pain for three days and I now have a 6-week recovery period.
The light at the end of the tunnel is that Alex and I have baby Anaya at home, safe and healthy.
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