So I am a big believer in stories - I think that the only way that
stories can really live on is if they are retold so each year on my
children's birthdays - I like to tell their birth stories. It just so
happens that today is such a day.
My Noodle was an easy pregnancy and I was very very excited that she was a girl and I was very very defensive about any "oh you didn't get your boy" cracks. She was meant to be and I knew it and I would not listen to a word edgewise.
We
were getting closer and closer to her due date which was July 14th. I
did teach until the end of the school year and then my oldest (then age
2) and I spent most of the day in our backyard pool. She was due on July
14th and she was looking like a good size baby so my good buddy Dr. (Insert OB's name here) said that we could induce on July 14th.
Mimi
and Papa came over early to stay with my two year old and Husband and I
got to the hospital nice and early. All seemed well, I had my epidural
in and Husband and I were playing cards. Suddenly, I said, "hey I felt that" and then I said, "hey I REALLY felt that - ouch" and so on and so forth. We called the nurses, and called the doctor back in and the anesthesiologist.
The anesthesiologist normally worked in cardio and he sort of shrugged his shoulders
(incidentally - never a good thing for a medical professional to do)
and administered more medicine in my epidural. By now, I am in full
labor and I am feeling EVERYTHING.
Finally, Husband finally has the presence of mind to lean me forward and look at my back and says, "ummm excuse me - her epidural fell out!"
The last dose of medicine that he had given had just soaked my sheets
and I had no epidural, was dilated to like a 7 I think and let me tell
you - that hurt hurt hurt.
Now I know that some people are
natural labor people - great - bully for you - I know myself and had
planned on an epidural. Also what is interesting is that even after
having a shaky epidural experience with my second - you betcha I had one
with my third.:)
As a matter of fact, I have friends that
can attest to the fact that in my childbirth class with first born - I
nearly asphyxiated myself trying to do my breathing which lead me into
my hysterical giggles that I get which then led to a little crying jag - all right in the middle of the class. Anyway - I digress - that is a story for her birth story.
The doctor comes back in and says that he wants to do another epidural - I am in a lot of pain at this point and say, "well sure". Man - sitting up in that bed holding on to Husband and the nurse (who buy the way was one of my Kindergarten students' Moms which was interesting) for dear life while he tried to put that thing back in was - well - tough.
So he gets it going, I lay back, Husband looks sort of haggard and two nurses are standing there chatting. I say to Husband, "Umm honey - I feel funny, I feel REALLY funny." He says, "don't tell me - I think we need to tell them"
Here is what happened next from my perspective, "heeeeeyyyy,
looooook aaaattt thhhaaaattt evvverrryyoonnnneeee isssss
mooovvvvinnnngg reeeeaaalllly faaaast buuuut I feeel reeealllly
slooooowwww."
My blood pressure (which tends to run pretty low normally) dropped dramatically and suddenly this swat team of nurses comes
in, pushes Husband out of the way and there are literally like 6 of
them all standing around my bed. I remember the blond one at the end
looking at me and even though I was feeling so weird I remember my eyes
getting bigger and her asking me what was wrong. I think I said that all
of them were freaking me out by being in there and asked what was the
matter. They basically told me that I had trouble with my epidural and
they were going to have to turn it off and get my blood pressure back
up.
When that crisis was over and the swat team went on to their next mission, Husband and I were left looking at each other, like "what's next?"
Next
thing I know - KK's mom ( the nurse whose name I can't remember now but
I remember the little boy) comes in and says it is time to push. Well I
push not for very long ( and remember - no epidural anymore so I can
feel most of this) and she says, "ok - we have to stop and wait for Dr.
Insert OB's name here.
I said, "oh no - I think you are doing great - let's just go ahead!!!" Well Dr. Insert OB's name here came in, said hello to Husband, says hello to the nurses, doing his doctor thing.
He grins at me, is putting some gloves on and goes to start putting his gowns and stuff on and looks down and says, "HEY!" He
dropped what he was doing - looked at me and said something along the
lines of the fact that they weren't kidding around - I really was ready -
I think I pushed one or two more times and then - there she was.
8
pounds, 3 ounces 5:48 - little baby girl. I watched while they took
her over to the little baby whatever and she stopped crying almost
immediately. My first thought was uh oh and then I looked over and saw
her little skinny arm reaching up for the lights.
She was so quiet and they gave her to me and I don't think I let her go
for a long time after that. She just looked at me like,
"Hi Mommy - I am here - ready to go."
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Another July - another retelling of the Noodle Bear's birth story
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