Oh yes! Bruno’s Birth Story, Part Deux. (I’m going to talk about the actual birth this time so proceed at your own risk!)
So Click and Clack came to the rescue and fixed the water heater. Then I took a shower.
I called the hospital at 4pm and they said, “Come on down! We’ll see you around 6:30!”
I prepared Hoagey and my last meal as a couple (Tacos of course) and we headed down to the hospital! Woop!
And sat in the waiting room because they had a bit of an increase in traffic since my phone call 2 hours earlier. They said they’d call me when they had a chance to check me in.
So we sat in the waiting room… For an hour. While lots of families came in and talked about their daughters and daughters-in-law and sisters were dilating and 4 cm! And we tried to drown out their chatter and watch Jeopardy on Closed Captioning.
Talk about letting the wind out of your sail. We sat there in that tiny, tiny room getting hotter and hotter and more and more pregnant and crabby for about an hour when Hoagey went out to the registration desk to see what the deal was. “Oh no one told me there was someone waiting to be checked in.” I should be given a medal for not throwing something.
We checked in. Then a nurse came out to say that it was a bit crowded and that it would be a while. I wanted clarification. “An hour? A few hours? Are you going to send us home?” I don’t remember what she said but I remember it didn’t answer any of those questions. But still, we went back into the waiting room where it had reached, no kidding, 150 °F so we went back out to sit in the registration area. I explained, through fought-back tears, that it was too hot in there and like an angel, that nurse came back and put us in a room. Yay!
I remember it was just in time for House to start so we sat back and relaxed. It was a while before we were taken to the 2nd room where we would talk to the doctors and nurses who would actually start the baby-birthing process but it was better than going back home.
We watched a lot of TV.
And then! Good news! We were in a part of the Labor and Delivery ward where people just wait. We were going to move to where you wait and then get examined and wait! Woop!
This next part takes a long time. At 1am we finally get the go ahead to start the induction. Some things that contributed to the delay: Can’t find the ultrasound machine, my blood work was lost or something but then found, lots of other people having babies without medical interventions (show-offs). So part one happened at about 1:30am on 12/30/08 and an unintended result of this was that I started contracting, yay!
Man, I didn’t realize how swollen I was. I did realize how bad my hair was and we could NOT find my hair elastics.
When Hoagey returned from feeding the cats, I did not push a baby out. What did happen was my contractions got much MUCH stronger and very VERY close together. Like they were 1 minute long and 1 minute apart. As in NO down time. And my last examination showed that despite my hours and hours of intense contractions with NO break between them, I was BARELY 1.7cm dilated. My cervix was ‘softening’ but absolutely not thinned out at all. The Doctor pantomimed shoving his finger through his other fist and said he could touch the baby’s head to which I replied, “I’m not thinned out!?!?”
I had hoped to give birth without pain medication mostly because I wanted to have a good solid hour of bonding after he was born and the drugs supposedly make the babies sleepy. Not ever experiencing labor before, however, I understood that it might be more pain than I could handle and we had reached that level, folks, if for no other reason that my body never got a break from the contractions. Unfortunately, my platelets had responded to pregnancy by decreasing in numbers. They had dropped so low that the anesthesiologists would not approve giving me an epidural because of the risk of bleeding into my epidural space which meant I either had to continue in this state of CONSTANT EFFING PAIN or we had to do a Cesarean. This decision was made easier when the doctor explained that while my uterus was contracting, it wasn’t giving the baby what it needs. Continuing the way I was going was risky for the baby and I really didn’t think I could handle the pain much longer and considering I was not opening up or thinning out. At this point, I was relieved that there was actual medical reasons to do a C-section because leading up to that point I was very very against it. I had the dream of the baby being placed on my chest and letting him find the breast and gazing into his eyes while he was alert but those damn contractions. Painful painful contractions that were not progressing me along. I was heart broken and I cried and called my mom who was waiting down the hall and she told me it was okay and I knew it was but I needed to talk to someone who understood. Thankfully my blood count was not so bad I couldn’t get spinal anesthesia. It’s a one time shot and not a continuous flow into the spine as I understand so I was able to be awake for the birth. Hoagey was able to be there with me and in the end we had this perfect, awesome, adorable baby. All the pain and surgery and meconium(ew) were worth it.
Cuz look at him!
My perfect baby