Thursday, May 6, 2010
I woke up early, and feeling energetic, went ahead and got out of bed after Marcus left for work at 6 a.m. Well, sort of. Now, don’t think I got up at 6, more like…I laid in bed for an hour and finally got up around 7 when I couldn’t go back to sleep. After days (actually, about a month) of being down with sciatica and feeling super tired, I was relieved that the sciatic pain was abated this morning. This being the case, I actually picked up the house. I cleaned the kitchen and the dining room table (a.k.a. the depository for the mail and all other stuff that comes through the front door). Guess I was finally nesting. 🙂
So far it was a good day, except I noticed something was new. I was now feeling a new pain I hadn’t felt before. Leading up to this day I had experienced plenty of Braxton Hicks contractions, but this felt…different. This time the pain was more like menstrual cramps in my lower abdomen/pelvic region and tended to radiate to my lower back, like it made a ring around me. It was only minor pain and wasn’t coming and going consistently, so I just assumed it was more BH contractions. Figuring, at best, I was in early labor, I went about my business for the day. Like they tell you to do in early labor. Marcus was at work and I had a massage scheduled in Pearland at 2 p.m. and I was determined to get it. So I drove 45 minutes up to Pearland, thinking I might go visit my sister-in-law afterwards in Friendswood. Well, during my massage the cramps started getting a bit stronger, so I nixed the visitation and decided I’d better just go on back home.
When I got home I just piddled. I couldn’t tell you what all I did, but the cramps were getting much stronger as the day wore on. I even took a short walk with the dog and all that did was make them worse, so I decided to come back home and rest. Finally that evening Marcus came home and I told him how I was feeling. He figured it was just another false alarm like the one on Saturday night, and so he didn’t really take me seriously.
I asked Marcus to start timing the contractions and he did, albeit rather reluctantly. This was more difficult to do than I thought it would be. My contractions would come on subtly, then spike suddenly in intensity and take a steady climb down on the pain scale. They did this most of the night, getting stronger and stronger. I took a warm bath and that didn’t help so finally about 10 p.m. we decided to try and go to bed. It was at this point that I showed him a page on the stages of labor from our birthing class workbook and how I was pretty sure I was in “active labor.” He was not convinced, in fact telling me that it wasn’t going to happen tonight – not one of his better moments.
We continued to time the contractions as best as we could, but they never got closer than 6 mins apart and they were still sporadic, not consistent. Going to bed turned out to be go to sleep for Marcus, time the contractions and endure the pain yourself for a few hours, Jennifer. Honestly, I don’t know how he slept through my groaning, sometimes screaming, in pain every few minutes. Maybe I was kind of like a snooze alarm?
Friday, May 7, 2010
I’ve had about as much as I can take, having been to the bathroom for the 100th time of the night and experiencing worse pain as the night wore on. At this point, Marcus suggested we go to the hospital to get checked out. I, too, didn’t want a repeat of Saturday night, but come on, I had to be in labor. So off we went!
3 a.m. – At the hospital.
We’re here. They give me an actual room – not just an exam room like last time. Now we’re getting somewhere. I get checked and am only dilated to 2 and effaced to 50%. Not much progress since last week. I continue to have screaming fits during my contractions and got a “talking to” from my nurse. She tells me if I don’t calm down and breathe like I was taught in class, I will not progress and will be sent home. Well, that put this chick on a MISSION!
There was NO WAY I was going to endure this pain on a different day. It was going to happen NOW. So, I put on my big girl face, got in a very zenlike state and soon became one with my focal point. An hour later I was checked and what do you know…PROGRESS!! That’s enough to keep me a little longer.
Update from the nurse, she talked to my OB and he says to admit me!
HOLY COW…WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY TODAY!!!!!!
Calling all parents!!
We’re gonna have a baby TODAY!!!!!
I get the first administration of any drug of any kind…Stadol and Phenergen. It takes at least 20 minutes before I feel it. I don’t know why, but boy was I glad when it finally kicked in!
Visit from the OB. He’s going to have the epidural administered before they break my water so I don’t have to feel the huge contractions that will ensue. Thank you, Jesus and get that anesthesiologist on the phone!
Finally, I get the epidural. I have to say, I was not a fan at first. I felt claustrophobic. Completely trapped in my body and it REALLY bothered me that I couldn’t wiggle my toes. I got over it soon enough and asked for my make-up bag. 🙂
Nurse comes in and tells me we’re gonna start pushing soon. WHAT? Call Jenny! Tell her it’s time. (She’s my friend and photographer who took incredible pictures of the birth…after I got some make-up on).
I don’t know when we start pushing, but it doesn’t take long and then…
“Okay, Jennifer, one last push…just a small one…” and squish…then the realization that it’s over, he’s here…then “Waaahhhhaaaaa!!!!” The most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard and then I look up and on my knee is my son…
OH MY GOSH…he’s HERE and he’s BEAUTIFUL!