On that Thursday morning we had to be at the hospital at 7am. Mike and I were both excited/nervous/scared/tired and didn't know what the day was going to be like. All we both knew is that I couldn't eat once admitted. (For those of you that didn't know me well, the entire time during my pregnancy this was a huge phobia for me that I couldn't eat the entire time I was in labor. It really freaked me out because I love food!) Once we got to the hospital and admitted we were sent to our labor/delivery room. My nurse had me change and she started the pitocin. By 7:30 my doctor had been in and broken my water. Everything was done, now it was a waiting game. Mike waited with me and then within a couple of hours my mom, dad, brother, mother-in-law, father-in-law, brothers-in-law, and sister-in-law had shown up to help us ring in this joyous occassion.
The contractions were feeling pretty good but I was breathing through them and focusing. The nurses kept asking me if I wanted an epidural and I kept telling them not yet. Finally, the anesthesiologist came by quickly just to meet me. He then informed me that he was getting ready to go do a c-section so if I wanted one I either needed to get it now or in 45 minutes. I decided to go with now. The contractions had gotten a lot closer together and I didn't know if I could make it 45 more minutes, especially since I knew he would be detained and really wouldn't be coming until he was done. I got the epidural at 3pm and I was a 4. Progress was moving really slow.
A few more visits from my doctor and nurses and family saying hello. A couple of hours after getting the epidural I started to feel extremely sick. I was shaking, dry heaving, and had sharp pains. I called the nurses who said that Wyatt was turned face up and his head was on my spine blocking the epidural. The anesthesiologist came back in and gave me a shot of something and punched my epidural button a couple of times.
After he did this I started to feel even worse. I literally couldn't control my shaking any more and felt like a drug addict who needed a fix. My jaws were clenched, my hands in balls, and my arms pressed against my chest. My doctor came in and checked me at 10pm and it was finally time to start pushing. I was fully dialated but Wyatt of course was still at a -3 station and wasn't planning on coming out any time soon. The doctor had to use a vaccuum to get the little booger to finally come down and in the process I had an episiotomy. The entire time I was supposed to be pushing I was shaking, dry heaving and generally feeling like I was going to pass out. The nurse kept telling me to grab my legs and I kept telling her that I couldn't because I literally couldn't. I couldn't move my arms out of their position. My jaw and teeth were hurting so badly because it was clamped. The shaking just kept continuing.
Finally he arrived at 11:44pm! Wyatt weighed 8lbs. 2oz. and was 20 inches long. My baby was here. I held him and couldn't believe that he was really here and in my arms. We spent 2 more days in the hospital since he arrived so late in the evening and went home on Saturday, May 23rd. We were so excited to be home and out of the hospital.
Here are some pictures to remember the day!
Right after being born!
With a little more sleep!
I have one of those lovely drugged up looking pictures, except I didn't have a cute baby in my arms yet. It was more of a "Oh Thank Goodness, the pain has gone away!" look. :)
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