NOTE: I’m fully aware that not everyone cares about the gory details of my baby’s birth (especially you guys out there). But…well..since this is a baby blog, childbirth is a huge part of life and thus deserves a special post all its own. If you like these kinda things, keep reading. If not…well…run! 
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Ok. So in part one, I made it to the hospital.
As I’ve said earlier, I had a typical textbook delivery – OBGYN, hospital, pain meds, etc. To throw all modern day thought to the wind, I didn’t even walk around once arriving at the hospital. I couldn’t. It hurt! I am a complete wuss about pain. Lying there on that bed, with contractions coming now almost back to back, the thoughts of putting my feet on the floor sent thoughts of falling flat on the floor reeling through my imagination.
After a bit of preliminary monitoring, the hospital decided I was definately in labor and they decided to keep me. So…in goes the IV. With all the pain, I was thinking I may have dialated more by this time but I was still at a flat 3 centimeters. (Very disheartening!)
By 5:15 or so, I was all-but begging for nubain, and with great relief, it worked nicely. What wasn’t nice was that nubain only lasts 2 hours. The clock was ticking on my relief and I wasn’t far enough along for the hospital to give their epidural. For “natural” pain relief, I had 2 pillows from home, an MP3 player with indian flute music (and nature sounds) playing, and a squeezy hand ball shaped like a light bulb (complete with cheesy smiley face).
Around 7:30, the nubain was wearing off and the nurse decides to check for dialation again (I’d made it to 5 centimeters!). Whilst she was doing that, my water broke. Now, often I have pondered how it is possible for “water” to “break”. But, lemmetellyou, the moment it…broke…was so weird feeling that I no longer pondered that phrase. To say you feel like you just pottied on yourself does not adequately describe it. So anyway. After that exciting event, the nurse scared me by uttering the often feared words of…
UH OH.
Yes. Uh oh. The baby had a bowel movement in the water and I learned now that 3 extra people would be joining us in the labor room – the respiritory team who would clear out his lungs after delivery and ensure all was A-OK.
And with that, the pain started in full force. I’d always heard that after your water breaks, the pain gets worse – well, yes…I can attest to that. For 30 minutes contractions were now coming back to back, pain (especially in my back – although I didn’t have back labor) was terrible, and I was crying like a baby (because the Nubain was now worn completely off).
And then…in walks my Super hero: The Anesthesiologist. HURRAY! My epidural had finally arrived. Never in my life had I been so happy to see someone with a supersized needle.
At our hospital, no one is allowed in the room during the epidural proceedure (not even dads) so all I had for comfort was nurse Christina and the epidural dude. Oh, and the tears on my pillow.
Sitting up on the side of my bed, I curled my back like a cat and hugged the nurse like she was my long lost sister. And howled like a cat.
In actuality it didn’t hurt near as bad as I had always thought it would, but I was shivering in fear and my body was already weak from handling the contractions.
Finally, it was over. Just before he finished I felt 3-4 electrical jolts go through my right leg, which they said was normal. (Later on it was my right leg that ended up the “deadest”!). After taping the epidural tube up my back and on my shoulder, they helped me lay down and started the full loading dose. And…wonderfully…after 10 minutes, the pain was miraculously gone.
Well. Almost.
There was a portion of my bottom most nether regions that the epidural never deadened. 
I believe that with the baby being so low for so long that those nerves had been cut off and was unable to receive the epidural dosing. Because of that, I felt every push and every inch of the baby emerging…and even the final tear. And it hurt. Bad. But I’m getting ahead of myself…
After the epidural was in, I was able to start enjoying myself and company more – and we had plenty of company that night! Around 20 people joined us at the hospital awaiting the birth, and many trickled in and out of the labor room throughout the night.
Around 9:30 pm, I had hit 7 centimeters and the epidural was wearing off for some unknown reason the nurse couldn’t explain – I was now feeling contractions in my stomach. After “hitting the button for more” (as she described it) the pain still didn’t ease up so they called the anesthesiologist for a bigger bag. It worked but still never deadened me where it counted most in the end!
At that time they also inserted a lushing tube (to thin out the meconium) and an internal contraction moniter – the only accurate way to measure their strength. In their opinion they said the contractions weren’t stong enough according to their machine. The doctor looked at me and said “We’re ging to start the pitocin now.”
Exuse me????
Pitocin is a medicinal drip in the IV that speeds up contractions.
Again….excuse me!!??
“No, you will not.” I said. “There is no imminant danger to me nor my baby. My body is working fine.”
He seemed a little taken aback, but agreed to come back in 2 hours (at midnight) to check my progression.
At 11:30 pm I was at 9 centimeters and +2 station. And by 12:30 am I had reached full dialation an 100% effaced on my own. And I truly felt wonderful!
From 12:30 am to 1:30 am I was allowed to “labor down naturally” with no pushing, no pain. Then at 1:30 am the fun started! The baby was crowning and the pushing began. My husband and my 2 cousins (Carrie & Tammy) were in there as my support team. Pushing came pretty naturally for me as I could feel each contraction start and the method was easy enough. Thankfully I didn’t lose my pre-pregnancy flexibility either, and got quite a few chuckles from the hospital staff as I placed my legs behind my head.
Now. I must say that I am eternally greatful for the pain medication I had during this labor. The pain as the baby’s head emerged was so enormous that I simply cannot imagine what it may have felt like without medication. I have never in my life felt such tremendous pain. All lamaze breathing techniques were lost on me as I started hyperventalating, crying, and screaming.
And then the nurse had the gumption to tell me numerous times not to vocalize. “Stay quiet and Internalize that pressure!” was her phrase of choice. I wanted to hit her.
I finally told her to shut up (but in a nicer way) and thankfully the doctor backed me. I simply could not make it without crying out. It hurt way too bad.
The doctor’s phrase of choice was “Push through the pain and burning”.
I wanted to hit him too.
Oddly enough I didn’t want to hit Kevin. Probably because he didn’t say one word during the whole pushing experience.
After what seemed like an eternity to me – but was actually only 30 minutes – the rest of the baby’s head emerged and I felt like I went into another universe or into the depths of hell itself. After that final push, the head popped out and the body flew out behind him.
Now, I had never thought to imagine what that final stage might feel like – but letmetellyou, a baby’s 19.5 inch body emerging from yours feels akin to all of your internal organs being flushed out of you. It was the most weirdest sensation i the universe.
So there I was, enduring the most horrific pain I’d ever thought possible, feeling like I was in another universe, feeling like I had torn in two (and actually had, I soon learned), and feeling like all of my internal organs had been flushed out of me.
But once I lifted my head and saw my baby laying there on that blue plastic sheet, and heard his first cry, all thoughts of pain were gone. It was as if it dissappeared in one split second.
It was 2:04 am, Sunday morning, May 4, and my long awaited baby Jack was finally here.
The tears I was crying now were happy, joyous tears. “Ohhhh my baby boy..my baby boy..Oh my God, he is so beautiful” were my first words I remember saying. Kevin had the chance to cut the umbilical cord, and since I was now in a very happy state, I screamed in mock pain as Kevin snipped with the scissors. I think it broke his tension as he had yet to say a word or move more than an inch since the pushing began.
Then I heard Jack’s cry. And what a beautiful little cry it was! “Ohhhh I love his voice, listen to his voice!” I was saying to no one in particular.
Everyone was running around the room now in a flurry of activity. The respiritory team had cleared him up, the nurses had cleaned him up, his apgars were being done (results: 8, 9), his weight (6 lbs 11.5 oz) and all of the first-things-first stuff. Kevin got to hold him first – the nurses even abliged Kevin’s request to put Jack’s little feet prints on the front of the blue hospital scrubs he had begged to wear (they weren’t mandantory).
Everything was going by so fast! Relatives were now coming in, cheers were going up, and I was still boo-hooing. Holding Jack for the first time, wrapped up in his little blankie, was the best moment of my life. He was so alert and calm. Some mothers are unfortunate enough not to feel an immediate bond with their baby. I felt the strong eternal bond the moment his little eyes held mine. I was hooked and now deeply in love with the cutest little man in the world.
He was all mine, and (at least for the next two decades) no one will ever take him away from me. He’s mine to cherish, spoil, raise, teach, guide and love. And I’m committed whole-heartedly to him.
