mydaddysjag
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Since I was 41 weeks, and already had some health issues, my doctors decided that it would be best to induce me yesterday. I went in at 5am, and they checked me. I was dialated to a 2, and effaced 80%. They started my pitocin, and broke my water at 6am. It took two different doctors to get my water broken, and when they finally did, it was just a very "mild" slow leak. My contractions started, and as planned I labored naturally. That lasted for a few hours, then we decided I needed something for pain. I just couldn't handle the Pitocin contractions with the breathing and coping techniques I learned in class. Somewhere around this time, my blood pressure started climbing rapidly, so they did some blood work and sent off a urine specimine to check for E-Clampsia (not sure of the spelling) Luckily, everything came back fine, and although my blood pressure was getting out of hand, all of Coltons stats stayed perfect. They gave me staydol through my IV, which seemed to knock the edge off for about 45 minutes, then contractions were back full force. It was too soon for more Staydol, and I was only dialated to about a 5. At this point, I decided to go ahead with the epidural. We had planned to go without an Epidural as long as possible, and I simply couldn't go without it anymore. Hubby actually cracked a joke about it because I was very opposed to the idea of an epidural through my entire pregnancy. My epidural worked for a few hours, so I was able to get some sleep. That was great, since I hadn't got any sleep the night before.
The epidural finally let up, and I could feel my contractions full force again. Not something we wanted, since I still had a long way to go. The doctors couldn't figure out why my epidural stopped working, but my contractions were so bad I couldn't breath through them, and my whole body was shaking. They gave me a Bolus to try to stop the pain, since my epidural wasn't working correctly. This only worked for about an hour and a half, then the same thing happened again. They called anesthesia to give me another Bolus. Despite the Bolus's, my contractions were still strong, and under a minute apart, but then slowed down, and decreased in intensity for a few hours. I got dialated up to a 9, 90% effaced, and then stopped. After a few hours of no progress (about 13 hours in labor), the doctor said If I didn't make any progress within an hour, we would need to make a decision. My husband and I had my mom leave the room, and we talked about what would be the best for the Baby, and myself. At this point, I was exhausted. During my contractions, I didnt even have the strength to squeeze my labor ball or husbands hand, there was no way I was going to be able to push the baby out. We both cried because I was scared to death of a C section, but decided that If no progress was made in an hour, we would need to do the C section. An hour of more excruciating labor went by, and the doctor came back in to check me. All of a sudden I was being prepped for a C section, and run down the hallway. My mom was going to go in for the C section with me, because my husband was having a very hard time, and we dont think he could have handled it. They gave my mom her scrubs to get changed in to, and told her that they would be back to get her as soon as I was prepped for surgery.
They got me into the Operating room, where there seemed to be 15 people waiting for me, got me moved onto the table, and started my spinal.
For some reason, two different Anesthesiologists (spelling?) couldn't get my spinal to take. I could still feel everything, even after trying to redo the spinal a few times. I had to be put under General Anesthesia for my C section.
The next thing I remember is my mom saying "Don't worry, the baby is healthy and fine, Brian is holding him in the nursery" and that "he is beautiful and 8lbs 5 oz and 22" long." A the time I didnt know what was going on, I woke up in a different room, and my mom was in it for a second, then POOF gone like a dream. Now I know that since I was in recovery and awake, and my mom was in scrubs, the nurse snuck her in to reassure me that the baby was alright, since I was upset and kept asking for him.
I'm still in the hospital, and actually getting ready to breastfeed my little guy, so I'll post pictures later
The epidural finally let up, and I could feel my contractions full force again. Not something we wanted, since I still had a long way to go. The doctors couldn't figure out why my epidural stopped working, but my contractions were so bad I couldn't breath through them, and my whole body was shaking. They gave me a Bolus to try to stop the pain, since my epidural wasn't working correctly. This only worked for about an hour and a half, then the same thing happened again. They called anesthesia to give me another Bolus. Despite the Bolus's, my contractions were still strong, and under a minute apart, but then slowed down, and decreased in intensity for a few hours. I got dialated up to a 9, 90% effaced, and then stopped. After a few hours of no progress (about 13 hours in labor), the doctor said If I didn't make any progress within an hour, we would need to make a decision. My husband and I had my mom leave the room, and we talked about what would be the best for the Baby, and myself. At this point, I was exhausted. During my contractions, I didnt even have the strength to squeeze my labor ball or husbands hand, there was no way I was going to be able to push the baby out. We both cried because I was scared to death of a C section, but decided that If no progress was made in an hour, we would need to do the C section. An hour of more excruciating labor went by, and the doctor came back in to check me. All of a sudden I was being prepped for a C section, and run down the hallway. My mom was going to go in for the C section with me, because my husband was having a very hard time, and we dont think he could have handled it. They gave my mom her scrubs to get changed in to, and told her that they would be back to get her as soon as I was prepped for surgery.
They got me into the Operating room, where there seemed to be 15 people waiting for me, got me moved onto the table, and started my spinal.
For some reason, two different Anesthesiologists (spelling?) couldn't get my spinal to take. I could still feel everything, even after trying to redo the spinal a few times. I had to be put under General Anesthesia for my C section.
The next thing I remember is my mom saying "Don't worry, the baby is healthy and fine, Brian is holding him in the nursery" and that "he is beautiful and 8lbs 5 oz and 22" long." A the time I didnt know what was going on, I woke up in a different room, and my mom was in it for a second, then POOF gone like a dream. Now I know that since I was in recovery and awake, and my mom was in scrubs, the nurse snuck her in to reassure me that the baby was alright, since I was upset and kept asking for him.
I'm still in the hospital, and actually getting ready to breastfeed my little guy, so I'll post pictures later
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