When we got about 20 minutes down the road I started getting SUPER nauseous. I had been timing contractions and they were ALL less than 1 1/2 minutes apart. Oh boy... this is the real thing. So we get to the hospital around 8 am. I get up to the room and they hand me a gown. How in the world I was supposed to get that on while trying to keep from throwing up and contracting I have no idea. I gave it a good shot. But after three contractions and no progress with getting the gown on, I opened the door and gave adam a look. He came over and somehow figured out how that stupid thing went on. I'll never know how he did it, nor did I care. I got in the bed and waited for someone to come check and see if it was labor or not, but nobody came. After about 30 minutes, I sent Adam to go get someone and tell them I was getting sick and needed a trash can. A sweet little male nurse came in and while he was getting together my doggy bag, he apparently realized I was contracting pretty seriously, and he left the room. Immediately, a nurse came in and checked me, but all she said was "We'll go ahead and get you admitted, we are gonna be having a baby today"...um...ok...can't you give me more info than that? How far am I? Is something wrong? Did my water break and I didn't know it? But she was already out the door. Before I could even protest to Adam, at least 8 people walked in the door. 1 was hooking up an IV, 2 were asking me questions (most of which I could not answer between being sick and contracting, so I eventually managed to tell them it was OK for Adam to answer for me), others were bustling about the bassinet getting it ready, and the midwife was asking me what pain medication I wanted. Now, I had planned on trying to have a natural birth. But out of my mouth came the words "anything you can give me". She quickly informed me that all I could have "at this point" was an epidural and if I wanted that we needed to get the anesthesiologist up IMMEDIATELY. I nodded that I wanted the epidural, NOW. So he was paged. Although I had planned to try this process without medications, I was getting so violently ill more and more frequently that I decided I wanted to enjoy seeing my baby and not have to be puking every 30 seconds. I think that's fair.
The anesthesiologist was in my room within 5 minutes. They sent Adam away and left me with just the Doctor and the Nurse to deal with this huge catheter about to be placed in my back. It actually wasn't bad at all. A contraction kicked in as soon as he started injecting, so I was more focused on that and staying still than any pain. The whole process was very smooth and not painful at all. The only thing I felt was the chill of the medication as he injected it. Then I got to lay back down and the nurse checked to make sure the epidural had taken effect, and it hadn't. So of course I freaked out thinking that I was going to have to puke between pushes, but luckily within another 3 minutes I was numb. I still had yet to understand just how close I was to my baby.
While Adam fetched the camera, another swarm of people came into the room. There was a table wheeled in and my midwife informed me she was going to break my water and that as soon as that happened we would probably have a baby very shortly. Very shortly still meant at least an hour to me. No sooner had Adam returned, camera and hair tie in hand, than Mary Ann (my wonderful midwife) broke my water and immediately starting getting gowned up. About 60 seconds later I whispered to the closest nurse that I was pretty sure I was going to use the bathroom on the table. She calmly stated "Oh no, honey, that's not what that is." I thought, Ok, but you really should probably help me to the bathroom real quick woman...I've got some serious pressure going on down there...
Before I could even finish that thought, my stomach did this awkward knotting up thing. Mary Ann looked over and said "It's ok, go ahead and let yourself push". Push?! That's what that was? I didn't push! My stomach pushed! She was immediately at the foot of my bed. Adam was in his designated chair in the corner, not saying a word. I completely forgot he was even in the room! Poor guy. Mary Ann asked him if he wanted to watch or take pictures and he apparently declined. Fine by me, I don't feel like he should be scarred by all that anyway! Mary Ann had these goggles on, like the ones we used to wear in chemistry class. In the reflection, I could see that there was a head...A HEAD! I was too shocked to even understand what was going on. I've watched TLC. I know that you are supposed to be pushing and screaming for hours before you see a head, and there was a head. All I could think to say was "Is that hair I see on that head?" Mary Ann laughed and said "Yup, she's got dark hair! Do you want to feel her?" "No, I can feel her just fine, thanks". Lol. Needless to say I was shocked, and definitely not all there. At 10:44 am, two pushes (in the same contraction, so about 20 seconds) and a shocked momma later, I had my wonderful baby girl on my chest.
I felt only pressure, no pain except that I did tear and I felt that (ow). The worst part of the entire delivery wasn't even the delivery, it was being stitched up afterward. And I had my little princess on my chest so I didn't even mind too much. I was too shocked that she was there that quick and easy. Disgusting, but easy. She was wiped down right there on my chest. Somehow they managed to slip a diaper on her without even taking her off my chest. I got to keep her there, completely content, for 2 hours. They finished up asking me everything they were supposed to ask beforehand and left us alone. It was so surreal! Just five and a half hours ago I was sleeping peacefully and now I had my wonderful little girl.
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