It wasn't very long until we got moved into our delivery room. We made a few phone calls because we wanted our parents at the hospital with us. We figured that since I had dilated 2 centimeters in an hour, we would have a baby by 5 or 6 AM. I was kind of worried about the baby since he was almost 4 weeks early so I wanted my father in law to give me a blessing.
My Mom showed up about an hour later and Marc's parents came in shortly after that. I was ready to have this baby... but I guess he was thinking differently!
When I got checked again, I was to a 6. Exciting!.. I thought. I was ready to get my epidural, but afraid that it would stop my contractions. I asked if they would give me pitocin with it, and the answer was a simple NO. I wanted to strangle the doctor. My OB wasn't on call that night, and I was SO upset that she wasn't. I had just gone to an appointment that morning and she made it clear to me that as soon as I was at a 4, she would give me pitocin to help me. The doctor on call was an older man, which I wasn't happy about as it was.. and this just topped it off.
I told them I was ready for the epidural. Who wants to sit in pain?
My father in law gave me a blessing first because he had to leave soon.
I was SO nervous. More nervous than I ever remember being.. even with my C-section when I had Jackson. We made everyone leave the room so it was just Marcus and I, along with my nurse and the anesthesiologist. The anesthesiologist asked me why my blood count was so low, I didn't know what he was talking about until Marcus reminded me about being anemic. Pathetic. I know. I am not one to remember to take pills and vitamins and crap, so I rarely ever did. I just shrugged my shoulders and said whatever, since I've been anemic with all three of my kids and my epdiurals have gone fine... so on with the show we went.
I was trying so hard to relax but just couldn't. My heart rate went up to the high 120's. I couldn't wait to be done... but was not looking forward to not being able to move. Blah.
*****fast forward a little while*****
Still dilated to a 6... not progressing at all... hadn't felt a contraction in what seemed like forever.
They kept saying the monitor just wasn't picking them up, I kept saying they were wrong because I know that I stopped having them. It was only 6 or 7 by this time and my MIL had to take my FIL to the airport so they said their goodbyes.
I honestly can't remember exactly when this happened but it was sometime after they left...
My nurse came in to adjust my monitors and move me. She made me sit up and I started to lose all of my senses. I haven't ever blacked out before so I had no idea what was going on. All I could think about was the anesthesiologist asking about my blood count... I seriously thought I might be dying.
I couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, and I couldn't talk. I felt like I was being suffocated. I think I started to yell because I was panicking.
She got me laid down and got my blood pressure back up. I was hysterical. I had never felt so helpless of myself! Ugh. For the next couple of hours, I was just completely emotional... I hadn't moved past a 6 and they wouldn't even consider giving me pitocin until 9AM. I had been in labor since 9PM the night before and was just overall exhausted and ready to be done with the whole thing. I didn't feel taken care of by the nurses and definitely didn't feel acknowledged by the doctor. I started to feel discouraged and was really negative. I honestly got sick of hearing myself complain... I can only imagine how Marcus, Cari, and my Momma felt. Sorry guys... :) By the way, I couldn't imagine going through any of it without those 3. They were so much support and didn't make me feel like I was being annoying or ridiculous the entire time. :)
Since I had just gotten my strep B test Monday morning, the results weren't in so they had to give me antibiotics. That is why they couldn't give me pitocin until 9AM. They told me they only had to give me 2 rounds, which would have been done by 7AM, so when they told me they couldn't start the pitocin until 9AM and I saw them hooking up another bag of antibiotics... I was NOT a happy camper. But, I had to get over it. Because I had to stay there until that baby was out whether I wanted to or not! My cute hubby even said he wanted to move me to the U. Hehe. What a sweetie.
The doctor came in and broke my water. He was just absolutely certain that as soon as he broke my water, I would be back in full swing and wouldn't even need pitocin. I thought he was a friggin retard. (Sorry.. just telling you how I felt.) So he broke the water and nothing happened... tic tok...
Finally they came in to start the pitocin. FINALLY!!! I went from a 6 to an 8 in a matter of minutes. I was slowly progressing from a 8 to a 9 and was so uncomfortable. It was around 1PM by this time...
My nurse came in and helped me into the ABSOLUTE WORST position you could imagine. She said it would help me finish dilating. And she was right... It was the worst pain I could ever have imagined. (Keep in mind, I got my epidural at like 6AM...) I completely forgot about "pushing the button" and apparently everyone else did too because it hadn't been pushed for at least 5 hours. I felt like the worlds biggest baby but it was a horrible experience. Poor Marcus didn't know what he could do, and the truth was he couldn't do anything but he felt so bad. Our Mom's just sat behind us... probably snickering at how ridiculous I was being. Haha.
I was finally ready to push and in came the doctor. I wouldn't let Marcus move a muscle. I held onto him so tight. He asked if he could move my leg or something.. I really can't remember what the question was but my response was, "I don't know, don't ask me freakin' questions!" Haha. By this point, our mother's were definitely chuckling. :)
For the last half hour, I kept telling Marcus to give me ice.. hold my hand.. tickle my arm.. and he didn't gripe about it once. He was such a trooper. I'm SO very glad I had such an amazing man by my side through this entire thing!
The doctor could see the head and said "Oh a head full of hair!" I thought he was joking... but he totally wasn't. :)
I pushed for about 5 minutes and at 1:24PM, our sweet baby Jagger was born. I have never went from crying in so much pain to crying in so much happiness so quickly. I just looked at that sweet baby boy and felt the biggest heart warmth. He was finally here. And absolutely perfect in every single way.
I watched Marcus cut the cord and I just looked at them and sobbed. I felt so blessed.
They took him over to his little bed and Marc followed... I watched him cry as he looked at our sweet little man and it made me sob even more.
Marcus came over and hugged me so tight and just kissed me.
I remember feeling so complete.
I think it was so emotional for me because it was finally me experiencing the most magical thing in the world with the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. My best friend in the world. It was nothing short of amazing. I can't even describe it.
We just held him and looked at how perfect he was....
Since he was 4 weeks early, they had the respiratory team in the room to check him out. He was making a whiney breathing sound and because I had a fever during delivery and he now had a fever, off to the NICU for close watch and tests he went... :(
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Sorry... but... to be continued... :) lol
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