As the days wore on, each night I say to Ryan, "I think tomorrow might be the day", Ryan would scoff and say, "we're having the baby next Wednesday at the induction." Well Tuesday rolled around and I realized Ryan was right. His mom came up Tuesday night to stay with us to help take care of Brooke while we were at the hospital. Starting around 6 o'clock on Tuesday evening I started having a few contractions every hour. I had talked to my oldest sister earlier in the week about trying to do it without drugs and she gave me the sage advice of . . . "don't be a hero!" I had thought about it all week and I decided that she was right. There was no point in me trying to be a hero and do it without drugs when it is so much easier with it. So I was having about 3 or 4 contractions an hour and at about 9:30 PM on Tuesday night, Ryan suggested we all go to bed since we had our induction scheduled for 10 AM the next day. I thought that maybe once I was lying down the contractions would stop, but that didn't happen. I continued to have about 3 or 4 an hour. Ryan was knocked out next to me and I was never able to fall asleep because I would just be relaxing and falling asleep and I'd have another contraction. At about 1 AM the contractions were getting quite painful so I got out of bed and laid on the couch for a while. I was having to stand up and lean forward during every contraction since the contractions were now centering in my lower back (like last time . . . groan . . . I was hoping for no back labor this time)!
At some point I decided I needed to start writing down the times of my contractions since you are supposed to go to the hospital once the contractions are 5 minutes apart for an hour. I figured I'd wake Ryan up after 40 minutes of 5 minutes apart and we'd count the travel time to the hospital in the hour. So I had a list of times and I had contractions 5 minutes apart for about 30 minutes and then the last 6 contractions had all been 3 minutes apart. I realized I needed to get Ryan up now! So at 3:30 AM I told Ryan it was "go time!" So he got out of bed and we told his mom we were leaving and we headed out the door.
I don't think Ryan obeyed a single traffic law on the way to the hospital and I got a kick out of that since I was pretty much in serious pain at this point. Ryan parked at the main entrance to the hospital and we walked up to the door and realized it was locked. So like a couple of morons we got back in the car and drove to the emergency room entrance. We were walking in and I stopped short of the counter and was leaning against the wall with a contraction and Ryan hustled up to the counter and said "contractions 3 minutes apart". I hadn't realized that Ryan was so tense until he said that and it made me laugh. The lady calmly looked at him and said, "your name please!"
Then this man slowly walks out and says "let me find a wheelchair". I said I wanted to walk and he said they couldn't let me do that. So he's taking his dear sweet time locating a wheelchair and finally finds one and gets me in it and then slowly sashays through the hallways. I'm just wanting drugs and this guy is taking a lifetime. I could tell Ryan was ready to grab the wheelchair and hustle me through the hallways. So we finally got checked in and got in a room and I said "I want to make it clear that I want an epidural as fast as possible!" The nurse grimaced and I said what does that mean? She said it takes a while. That they have to put in the iv and take blood and then it would be 30 minutes. Well I could last 30 more minutes but didn't want to have to wait much longer. So the nurse sticks my right arm with the iv and it doesn't take. So then she comes around to my left and sticks me and doesn't get it. Then she calls a nurse from a different floor to come up and do my iv. Again, Ryan and I are getting aggravated! Finally this other nurse comes in and gets the iv. I guess I should know that 30 minutes in hospital time isn't really 30 minutes. I don't know what the deal was but it took almost 2 and a half hours before they came to give me an epidural. Then they had to stick me twice for the epidural. It just wasn't my day I guess!
Shortly after the epidural my doctor came in since she was scheduled to work that morning which is why I was getting induced that day! So she came in and wanted to break my water to get things going! It was nice to have my own doctor there! So things went pretty quickly after that. They didn't have to give me any potocin so it made me feel good that the contractions were all me . . . even though I couldn't feel them much anymore after the epidural! :) Pushing was much faster this time. I bet I only pushed 8 to 10 times. At the end the nurse said don't push, don't do a thing and she was holding a smock out and shouting at my doctor in the hallway to come in. The nurse put the smock on my doctor and I pushed one time and she was out! I guess Brenna pooped on her way out so when they flopped her up on my tummy she had poop on her feet and the blanket. Ryan said he looked down at the doctor and she had a lot all over her! Yuck! Luckily she didn't swallow anything so her injesting the merconium wasn't an issue (which I read was very common for overdue babies). Unlike Brooke who laid on my stomach and quietly looked at Ryan and I the first time, Brenna was wailing and proceeded to keep at it for about the first hour and a half. We were sure on the name at first but decided on Brenna Christy. She was 7 pounds 13 ounces and 22 inches long and was born at 10:30 AM on Wednesday, October 6th!
Enjoying labor after the epidural!
Daddy being silly waiting for his baby girl's arrival!
I don't know why her skin color looks so weird here!
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