Thursday the 18th of October I woke up pretty sore. My whole body ached and I was having a lot of cramping. I told Brandon I thought that things were starting to move along and that my face looked different; I could swear there was something in my face that just looked different, I could see it and feel it. So shortly after breakfast I went to the bathroom as usual only that this time I found out that I was losing my plug, I found bloody show and the cramping was constant. Armed with all this new information we decided it was best to call the office and find out what they wanted me to do, I was pretty hesitant to do this because I had my scheduled 39 weeks appointment the next day so I thought I could wait, but I was too uncomfortable to ignore it. Just as I thought they had me come in. The Dr. told me that because I wasn’t officially 39 weeks there wasn’t much he could do in order to speed things up, I think he was talking about induction, which wasn’t really my plan so I was ok with that. Then he asked me if I wanted him to check my cervix; it turns out I was 2cm dilated and 80% effaced, then he asked me if I wanted him to strip my membranes, which I had been researching the night before so I told him to go for it and to my surprise it was not painful at all! I had read from a bunch of women how horrible it was to have this done and that it wasn’t worth it so I was a little hesitant to have it done but I am so glad I didn’t go by all those opinions…It did feel strange and a bit uncomfortable but not painful. After that little procedure the Dr. told me that it could cause me to go into labor that same night or not until the following week, because it only works if your body is ready. I didn’t think much of it because in the back of my mind I kept wanting to wait until my mom got here on the 23rd so she could be at the birth but also, since I was so uncomfortable I didn’t care if I had him later that night.
So we went home; we had the car fully packed in case they would have sent us to the hospital; and we made plans to go to Carrabba’s for dinner that night.
I continued to work on a paper that was due the next day and soon realized that I wasn’t feeling so great, so I told Brandon to pass on our dinner plans, and as the day went by my cramping continued and started to slowly increase. Then I completely passed my mucus plug and began timing the contractions, which turned out to be pretty closed together. There I was, trying to write my paper in between contractions, and waiting because I was afraid they would send me back home for lack of progress.
Well, right around midnight and after a glorious shower that felt wonderful over my aching body we decided it was time to go to the hospital, my contraction were coming every 3-4 mins and they were pretty painful by this point.
We rolled into the hospital and I was crying from the pain (and fear) as the escort wheeled me into the maternity building. They checked me out to see where I was, turns out I was 5cm dilated and 100% effaced. They asked me if I was having pain medication and I said yes ASAP! The only problem was that right about that time, there was a C-section taking place and the anesthesiologist wouldn’t be available for a bit.
They took me to my room (I requested room 12) and they hooked up all the monitors and IV’s on me. They had steady monitoring of the baby, the contractions and me. Brandon was with me the entire time and was very supportive. But the pain was getting worse and the Dr. was still in the OR and I was losing it. I have never felt pain like that, and I never thought I would have to because I always knew I wanted to have an epidural. The contractions began to take over my body and they were coming at a furious rate. I was shaking, nauseous and about to pass out, as every one of the contractions came stronger than the previous one. I felt helpless, I was terrified that I was going to miss the window for the epidural because I knew there was no way I could continue to feel that pain and be able to push through it when the time came. While I waited for the Dr. and to get my bag of fluids in they had me go to the bathroom (before I lost all feeling in my lower half) it was horrible, the pain was so intense, I could barely walk. On my way back to the bed I was having a pretty strong contraction and I was holding on to Brandon when I felt this warm liquid make its way down my legs…yep that was my water, it had broken all on its own. I told the nurse and she said not to worry about it and to hurry and make it to the bed. Once I was back in bed all tucked in and full of pain I felt and “heard” this POP and again a bunch of fluid came rushing out of me; my water had broken again?? Turns out that a lot of the times the baby’s head works as a plug if your standing up, so when my water broke the first time Landon’s head plugged it back up but not for too long J. Well, in a way a was happy my body was so ready to have this baby, it had been going through every stage like a pro but after the water incident the contractions got even worse (I didn’t think that was possible) and still no Dr. in sight.
I began to sob, I begged for the Dr. to get in the room, I screamed and demanded the drug!!! I felt so bad… I really didn’t want to be “that” patient but I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t look at Brandon, I didn’t want him to see me like that; I wanted him to help me to get me out of the pain, I was so sad and scared…until they finally got the ok to give me some kind of drug to take the edge off and as soon as that kicked in I wasn’t so scared anymore. I still felt the contractions, but I was somewhat detached from them. It was so strange, I was high and drunk at the same time and when the Dr. showed up to give me the epidural I swear I wanted to hug him. The relief was amazing…I was so happy and still drunk from the other drug so when they left me there to progress I was one happy lady.
I took a little nap and woke up to the room being all set up for a delivery. The nurses were amazing, they kept me informed of everything and they taught me everything I would need to do. They asked me if I wanted the baby placed on my skin right after he is born to which I said yes and I asked If I could actually grab and pull my baby onto my chest. The midwife told me that I could as long as everything was going according to plan and Brandon would cut the cord. The nurse and midwife started to monitor my contractions and told me I should start pushing soon, they checked me one more time to see my progress and to their surprise they could already see the baby’s head! So I started pushing. The pushing felt weird, I had no idea if I was doing it right but they were telling me I was doing a great job. I pushed for 17 minutes and at 8:06 am I was grabbing my little baby boy and placing him on my chest. I couldn’t believe it! I cried and laughed, it seemed so unreal…I was so happy. I still can’t believe I made such a perfect little baby, and I miss him. I miss him in my belly but it is so good to finally meet him and see his face and know his little voice and smell. I am so happy for this, I never thought I would be a mom and I have my husband to thank for this. I love my little Landon I can’t live without him.