I opened my computer 4 or 5 days after Gus made his arrival to find the beginnings of a post that I was writing while we were in the hospital. I was writing it to keep myself distracted from the pain of contractions. Here’s what I had:
“Since we last spoke…
I took myself up on the bath. Ryan got it ready for me and I did my best to relax in there for about an hour. Ryan got some things cleaned up and showered then we went up to Mesa Cafe to get some breakfast before we came to the hospital. We had packed all out our stuff and took it with us so that we could go straight to the hospital.
So here we are now, in the hospital and all hooked up. When we got here this morning there was no one else here so we got the “best room” and all kinds of love.
I was feeling more discomfort than I was interested in so I asked for an epidural. That was easier than I thought it would be and honestly, the worst part about it is the catheter. But that just got placed so I’m hoping it will calm down.
My contractions had been coming every 4 minutes before the epidural and have since slowed down to about every eight minutes, but my doc said she’d swing by around lunchtime (any time now) and break my water. Hopefully that will do the trick to get the pace picked back up.
For now we are just hanging out and waiting. More waiting. It does look like my parents will be here in plenty of time for the big show.
I’m getting nervous about pushing. Glad I got the epidural.”
Well once I got the epidural the contractions all but stopped. My doc came and broke my water and after an hour of still nothing much happening, my doc requested I be hooked up to pitocin. Well my nurse didn’t think I’d need much so she started me on the lowest dose. After a bit she upped it then went on a break. The other nurse came in after a while and found that the clamp on the pitocin drip hadn’t been unlocked so I hadn’t been getting any pitocin. She unlocked it and it finally reached me about the time my regular nurse came back to check me. I was fully dilated. She encouraged me to allow my body to just labor for a while and do its thing to work baby down rather than wear me out by having me push.
This worked okay for a while, but there was a window in my abdomen where the epidural hadn’t reached. After enduring it for a while (as it continued to get worse) I asked if we could ask the anesthesiologist to try to adjust it. She was great and came really quickly but was unable to get the drugs to hit that spot, so I was stuck dealing with the pain. May I just say, power to the women who do it completely naturally. That was an uncomfort I just had no interest in. Our nurse came in and checked on me and when she saw that the adjustment in my epidural hadn’t made a difference, she had me try a practice push to see if it was worth having me start pushing or whether it was better to let my body do it’s thing and just suffer the pain. She told me I was a great pusher and after 15 minutes or so of pushing through contractions she called my doc and had her come on down.
I pushed for a total of a little over an hour. Once he got down far enough that it was just a matter of getting his head out my doc massaged and I pushed and we tried really hard to get him out. Ultimately my doc gave me a tiny little snip which was just the ticket to get his head out on the next push. Ryan was there with gloves on to play catcher. He helped turn the baby’s head and tilt him this way and that (as per the doctors instructions) and pull him out. Once his shoulders were out I was invited to reach down and help pull him out and up to me as well.
Once out they look for a nice big screech to indicate he got a nice big breath. He did not oblige so once they got the cord cut they took him to the baby workshop station thing on the other side of the room to help him along. It turned out he swallowed all kinds of amniotic fluid on the way out and his stomach was so full that his little lungs didn’t have space to fill up. They suctioned out his stomach and nose and lungs and after lots of rubbing and stimulation (and after he peed all over the nurse) they finally got him squawking at which point they gave him back to me.
He was swollen, smelly (amniotic fluid smells weird) and really red but he was mine and snuggly and he seemed to like me, so we decided to keep him.
Looking back (and even in the moment) the whole thing was really mellow. It was damn near the ideal situation. My parents made it. Both parents had cameras out and got some amazing pictures and video. Ryan was so much fun to watch. I kept finding myself looking at him while I pushed and trying not to laugh at his facial expressions. He just looked so silly happy and amazed. He was cute. It was really special to have everyone there. They were great company and support.
He weighed in at 7lbs 7oz, was 20.75inches long. When we left the hospital he had only lost 6oz.
He has gotten cuter and cuter every day since.
More to come.