March 6th, 2013
I was exactly one week past my due date.
For someone who was on bed rest for several weeks because of threatened pre-term labor and then was dilated to 3-4cm for 5 weeks, being past my due date was a sick joke this baby was playing on us. I had asked a facebook poll and got responses to it must be a BOY because he doesn't want to leave you or it must be a GIRL because she is taking her sweet time. I had no feelings either way. My husband was convinced it was Parker from the get go. He would even roll his eyes when we tried to pick a girl name. I spent so many hours trying to come up with a girl name. When all you can do is sit you have lots and lots of free time for thinking.
Ok. Back to story. One week past due date. We left our house at 5:15am to be at the hospital by 5:45am. My induction was set to start at 7:30am. By induction it meant my doctor would come break my water and then contractions would start. At least that is what we were hoping would happen. My doctor arrives promptly at 7:30 (maybe times are fuzzy now) after I am checked in, hospital gown on, a million questions asked, etc..
My water breaking was less than exciting. My water broke with our first and I remember a huge gush of water all over the triage bed. This time I didn't even feel anything. I even asked if he broke it. We were then instructed to begin walking to kick start my contractions. So we walked, and walked, and walked some more. We walked past the room that I spent 24 hours being observed and got steroid shots for his lungs. I was 28 weeks and had dilated to one cm. I saw the nurse who was with me then and stopped to talk to her. She asked how far I was now and when I told her 41 weeks and had to be induced. We laughed.
After walking for almost and hour and a half and nothing going on, Pitocin was started. I have no idea how much she gave me but it took about 2.5 hours to kick in. She was slowly increasing and increasing some more until just before noon I went from having no pain to the most intense contraction yet. This was funny because I had talked to my mom just before all of this and told her nothing was going on so if she wanted to wait to come I understood. Ha! Joke on me.
The next 3 hours I have no concept of time. I just know that I asked for my epidural right when the pain began because I knew it would be quick and I was a 5 right when the contractions began right around noon. Our nurse started getting the room ready, I got my epidural, my mom got there, and our doctor was excited that it finally started.
I progressed fairly quickly to 9 almost 10cm and then I kind of got stuck. My doctor had my lay on my right side and they ended up turning my epidural down a little so I could feel more of the pressure. My doctor said he would rather be patient and just wait for my body to get to the last little bit of cervix gone. I remember I started feeling more and more and told him about three times. He just kept saying, "That is good." or "Ok." and finally I was like I am really feeling it now Dr. Wolfe you better do something and he checked and it was time to push.
I don't know what time I started pushing (mom do you remember?) I do remember that each push they gave me so much encouragement and praise. Each push was like the best push anyone had ever done. We were joking and laughing the whole time. Jason had said all day the baby was going to be born at 3:27pm. The baby was born at 3:23pm. Sorry Jason.
He was screaming, yelling, and throwing a fit. He fits perfect into our family. He was our biggest baby at 7 pounds 13 ounces and 20 inches. He had a head full of dark hair and blonde hair.
Next up...
The kids meet Parker
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