I think that if Louise had her way, she would still be in my belly. BUT, the doctors had different plans, and she finally joined the outside world
Wednesday, May 27 at 10:43 pm.
7 pounds 3 ounces
Here's our (easy and quick) birth story in pictures:
We got to the hospital around 1:00 pm on Wednesday to be induced. After the paperwork, initial questions by the nurse and an emergency c-section elsewhere, we finally met the doctor on duty, who I knew! (There are eight doctors at my practice, so you get whoever is on call that day...kind of impersonal, but whatever.) She suggested Pitocin to get things going, and it worked immediately.
At 3:00 pm, she hooked me up with 2 mL (per hour? per 100 mg of water? I have no clue, but it brought back memories of them jacking it up to 10 with Cameron, and I will still only 2cm dilated.)
Anyways, by 4:00 pm, the contractions were strong enough and close enough together that they upped it to 4 and up again to 6 at 5:00. This is when my doctor happened to have his shift, so he came in and was happy with the progress.
Around 6:00 pm, I finally started to get uncomfortable enough to get in the tub. I had scarfed down an Italian sandwich knowing I would be getting an epidural soon (which means no food) and asked for a popsicle (my favorite snack during pregnancy and labor, apparently). The contractions were getting pretty painful, so I called Dr Wilberg back in to check for any progress, and he had the Resident break my water at 7:30 pm. The epidural was immediately ordered, but it felt like it took 283478956 minutes because the contractions instantly got SUPER painful.
I was cursing (Sorry, Dad!) and didn't know what to do to make myself more comfortable. The birthing ball worked the best, but every time I thought I knew what I wanted Chad to do to help, it didn't help anymore. Everyone kept saying, "You're ok. It's going to be ok." And I replied with, "Shut the f*ck up! It hurts so bad!" The nurse kept telling me to breathe, but it made me SO light-headed. The entire time, I kept thinking about all your brave ladies who do this with no pain medicine...I could not handle it!
The epidural finally kicked in, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Chad said the contractions were off the charts on the monitor behind me, but I was more concerned with the basketball game being played on tv...I literally couldn't feel a thing until I felt a little pressure on my hip bones.
A little after 10:00 pm, I told the nurse about the pressure, so she called the Dr Wilberg and the Resident in to check...the Resident's exact words were, "I don't feel a cervix." And, that was that...I started pushing (three sets of three pushes, to be exact) and Louise entered the world quietly and clean at 10:43 pm.
She wasn't crying (which freaked me right out, but everyone kept saying she was fine), and she was totally clean...no white stuff like Cam was covered in when he was born. She was brought right to my chest and just opened her big, blue eyes. She was instantly a sweetheart and hasn't changed a bit since she was born.
I was soooo cold from the epidural
There are literally no pictures from my labor because I was either screaming bloody murder or acting like I had just smoked a huge bowl.
Here she is! Perfect head and all...I love this profile of her, because she still looks the same today!
Amazing emotions...this is why we hire birth photographers!
I love how she grabbed right onto the measuring tape...babies amaze me.
With Cameron, I hemorrhaged a lot (I needed two blood transfusions!), and with Louise, I hemorrhaged again, but not as much. (I didn't need any blood transfusions.) The doctors fixed me up, the nurses fixed up Louise and I thought that everything was too good to be true. I puked a little, I was a little lightheaded, and I was fairly exhausted, but I will not complain about a single moment of this experience. I am the mother I've hated for the past three years....a short and easy labor is nothing to brag about, but it is certainly something to be thankful for. And I am. I have enjoyed these last twelve days 29238947985 more times than I did with Cameron. I have been able to to spend time with Louse. I have gotten out of the house. I have showered. I have been personable. It's a completely different experience, and I am so thankful. Chad was my rock during this...I was so nervous to be induced again, and he made sure that I was calm and that everyone who came into contact with me knew our prior experience. I know I would not have been able to do this without him.