It's been awhile since I have written. I gave birth to my son, Ashton on November 19th. And I was antsy when I blogged twelve days earlier on the 7th. This is what transpired:
November 15: I was scheduled for a non-stress test at the hospital in the morning. I had been told by the doctor that if the baby was stressed, I would be induced at this point. The baby was not stressed and everything was going well.
November 18:
7:45am: Jesse and I arrived at the hospital for our scheduled induction. We were hooked up to the non-stress test. The baby was happy, perhaps too happy to emerge on his
own. The doctor arrived a little later and placed a strip with something called cervadil up against my cervix. The nurse reassured me that I would likely go into labour within the next couple days. I was anxious. I was told to come in to the hospital at the same time in the morning on the 19th if nothing had happened. We went back to my parents and slept (since we live an hour away and my parents live right by the hospital, it seemed like the best place to go)
3:30pm: My contractions were killing me. I couldn't handle the pain anymore after a couple hours so went to the hospital. They gave me morphine and sent me home. We arrived at my parents' with me laughing hysterically.
10:30pm: Jesse and I were playing card games. I started getting contractions again. I was screaming. Whoever said contractions felt like menstrual cramps has obviously never been through it. We went back to the hospital and found out that I was 3cm dialated. They wanted to give me morphine and send me home. I told them I couldn't do this again. They observed that the baby was facing front instead of towards my back and decided to keep me. I went into labour at 11:30pm, had a shower in the birthing room and had some morphine. I slept between the contractions and woke up in awful pain every 3-5 minutes. It was bizarre.
7:30am: This chapter of the birth is hazy. I had doctors and nurses around me. I had an IV, was denied more morphine and given laughing ga
s instead. The gas did not help with the pain but I huffed it because it helped me breathe. They eventually took it away when the tank was empty but I ended up getting it back at some point. They got me in all sorts of positions to turn my baby. They kept telling me that I was only 9.5 cm dialated. I was in the worst pain of my life. I came into this wanting to have a natural epidural-free vaginal birth but at that point, I just wanted my baby out. At one point, they gave me oxygen. I was huffing laughing gas and then I had an oxygen mask in my face. I eventually questioned the oxygen and was told that my baby's heart rate was dropping. Eventually they forced me to have an epidural and they said if things weren't going well, I would have a c-section. I figured that if I had to have an epidural, they may as well just do the section now. I was all about the quickest way out. But they insisted we try more. So I had the epidural and didn't feel a thing. The contractions became less painful and more annoying at the same time after the epidural. I could just feel the pressure and it was harder to push. Eventually they had an obstetrician come in and examine me. She found that my baby was positioned in a weird way still and he was gigantic. I was moved
to the operating room and was given a spinal. The spinal was actually pretty neat and my whole body was numb. It was such a relief! I was prepped for the surgery and Jesse came in. I remember talking the whole time.
November 19, 1:51 pm: I heard a baby crying and the nurse came past with a newborn baby resembling a three month old in size with a full head of hair. I fell in love as soon as they placed him on me. His name is Ashton and he weighed 10lbs 7oz at birth.
Now a month later, Jesse and I have the most amazing baby ever. He's just started smiling already and it's not just gas! He reacts to us. He sleeps at night for up to 6 and a half
hours. He has always been amazing with nursing. I could go on and on. Motherhood is the most amazing thing in the world.
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