So, after my very nice productive evening of cleaning out the closets, I laid down in bed to watch the Departed. Clint got home just about the time that it finished. One of the new contributors to KNRPG sent him a manuscript, so Clint began reading it in bed, as I started to go to sleep myself. At this time it was sometime between 12 and 1 in the morning. At about 2:30 or so, I woke up with this weird sensation that I was wet. Oddly as it maybe I had a dream that I had been swimming, so that's what I thought the sensation was. Got up and went into the bathroom, and that's when I realized, that I was in deed really really wet, because my water had broken. Now, this struck me as odd on several levels. First of all, I knew that I had not began to dilate from my previous doctors appointment, and I had not been having regular contractions. However, I knew that this was my water that had broken. I proceeded back into the bedroom, where a recently fallen asleep Clint laid in the bed. I woke him up and told him that I thought my water had broken. He sat up in bed and said "What?" We go into a 2-3 minute conversation about how I wasn't having regular contractions, but I was pretty sure that this was my water breaking because there was A LOT of it. Called the doctor, explained the same thing, told me to head towards the hospital and they would be waiting. We arrived at 3am on 2.26 and was hooked up to the monitor. It was about this time that I started to have some minor contractions. The nurse checked my cervix, and said that I was barely (if you wanted to say that) dilated to 1cm. However, the test to check to see if you water broke came out positive, so I was admitted.
There is where the fun stuff starts to happen. Because I was not in labor upon arriving at the hospital, we had 24 hours to delivery baby, because of infection and what not. I was started on pitocin as soon as I was in my room. The pitocin did the trick and before do long my contractions were at a study pace. I was put on some pains about 6 or so. This allowed not only myself to relax and get some rest, but it also let Clint get some sleep. Because I knew that I was going to need him later.
When the pain meds wore off, I began to fill some hard core contractions, and worse of all it was back labor. Now, up until this point I was on the no epidural kick. However I could barely breath, let alone move, my OB said that I needed to get the epidural otherwise I was not going to have the strength when it came to the hard stuff. So at 10am, I received my epidural. Oh man! What a huge and I mean huge relief that was. In no time I was feeling great! My contractions were going stronger than ever, and I couldn't feel a darn thing. I was moving at a snails pace to dilate and effacement, but then all of a sudden I jumped from a 4 to a 7 in a matter of thirty minutes. Another huge relief because it was about 3pm. I had been at this for 12 hours. Then just as quickly as it speed up, I stalled at a 9 for about 2.5 hours. Brick Wall. Finally sometime around 6 o'clock I was able to start pushing.
Clint went out to tell everyone that I was going to start pushing and that it shouldn't be to much longer. We couldn't have been more wrong. After 1.5 hours or pushing, we were not making huge progress. I was in tears, losing all hope that I could do this, and was looking at another hour or more pushing. This is when the Dr. suggest doing a c-section. Now I was getting sick with every single contraction, had an oxygen mask on, and crying because I felt like a failure because I couldn't push my son out. Not to mention that it didn't matter how I was lying I was in a lot of pain. I quickly said yes to the c-section because I knew I couldn't push any more. Clint again went out to tel everyone what was going on. I felt bad because my mom and his mom wanted to see me, but I couldn't handle it, I just wanted to have my baby.
It was now after 8 o'clock. Clint was given scrubs to put on, and I was given the meds to completely numb me from the chest down. I was whisked away to the c-section room, scared out of my mind at this point. The lady that was giving me all the pain killers was so freaking nice. She talked me down, and helped me understand what was going to take place. Before long I couldn't feel anything, and Clint was sitting next to my head. I was talking to Clint when I was told that they had started. I was shocked. I could feel pressure and pulling, but that was it. I heard one of the nurses say, "I see a baby hand" and then "He's heads out." Finally I see this tiny baby appear above my head, and I knew that he was mine. Of course I instantly started crying, what proud mama wouldn't right!
Here's where my jealously factor kicked in, because Clint was able to go to the baby warmer and watch them do all the stuff on Dade, meanwhile I'm still strapped to the table having my insides moved around. They finished up the c-section, moved me back to my normal bed, and wheeled me down the hall to my room. Now it was 10 o'clock. All of your friends and family that had been patiently waiting, started to come into the room in groups of 4. Our last visitor for that night left around 11:30 or so.
Clint and I were so mentally and physically drained, that we decided that it would be best for Dade to go to the nursery. I was in no shape to care for him, seeing as I was numb and couldn't move, and Clint was feeling bad from his cold. It was a smart choice on our part, because we both got a really good nights sleep.
Today was spent holding and cuddling our handsome boy! He's such a good baby. Only cries when we change his diaper. He's been sleeping in about 1 to 2 hour time frames and eating about every 4 hours.
Well. . . It's my turn to sit up with Dade during this round of 4 hours, so I better be off. Here's Dade's birth information
Born: 2.26.08 @ 8:59pm
Weight: 8lbs 6.5 ounces
Length: 20 inches.
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I'll try and get some pictures put up here soon!
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