At 7:30 am on February 2, we checked into the hospital for the induction that would end, one way or the other, in our second child. I was 40 weeks & 6 days pregnant & more than ready to be done. The start of the induction got bumped back because another patient came in ready to deliver, so we waited around for a bit. My midwife finally got to me a little before 10 & checked me before breaking my water - at that point, I was 5 cm dilated, 80% effaced, & baby was at a -1 station. She said she'd give me 4-6 hours & then make the call on whether or not to start Pitocin. In the meantime, I had orders to start walking the halls. My nurse said she'd hook me up to the monitors periodically to monitor the baby & gave us our first time to come back for a check-in. Off we went... only to get 20 or so minutes in, at which point I paused in the middle of the hallway & wound up leaving a mini-flood on the floor. Oops. The nurse who happened to be closest at the time gave me a towel & sent me back to rock on the rocker in my room. After some rocking & more monitoring, I was determined to keep walking, so we spent the rest of the time doing just that. More people showed up in meantime & I soon had an entourage - the husband, the brother-in-law, & one of our good friends from seminary (who happened to be in her clerics, prompting more than a few looks as she walked the halls with me). I stopped as necessary for monitoring (& just nearly missed the brother-in-law's feet as the water gushed once... poor guy, but the rest of us sure got a good laugh!), but walked as much as I could. Finally, around 1:40, contractions started to hurt & were 2-3 mins apart. They were getting more intense, so at my nurse's urging, I got in the Jacuzzi around 3:00 &stayed there for almost an hour. I thought the contractions were fading out as I sat in the water, although I'd periodically get a contraction that I couldn't talk through, for the most part, I wasn't feeling much, & I was growing rapidly discouraged that I was going to be hooked up to Pitocin once the midwife checked me. With that thought in mind, I got out shortly before 4:00 because the midwife had said she was coming back then, & remembering what Pitocin contractions were like the first time, I knew I wanted an epidural before those contractions kicked in. I asked the husband to go tell my nurse that I wanted to start the IV to get in the fluids necessary for the epidural.
She quickly came in & got me hooked up to the IV, & as she did so, contractions suddenly went from bearable to excruciating - I was on the verge of tears, starting to panic, squeezing the husband's leg during contractions (because it was the closest thing when the contraction started, to his dismay), repeatedly telling him I couldn't do it, & so on. In short, I was NOT tolerating it well, but knew deep down that it had to mean that I was making progress. Sure enough, my midwife finally made it to my room at 4:30, finding me to be at 8 cm dilated & 95% effaced, which was great, but baby was still at a -1 station, which had me disappointed. All I could remember was how long it had taken to push Jacob from a -1 station, & how I didn't think I could do it again. I was begging for the epidural at this point because I couldn't figure out anything that was helping the contractions to be more bearable... thankfully, the anesthesiologist showed up right around 5:00 & got right to work. He was AMAZING & a total rock star with how quickly he got the epidural in place while I dealt with contraction after contraction. They were all guessing I'd made some progress while he placed the epidural, so around 5:15 they checked again & I was 9.5 cm dilated & 100% effaced. I was left to labor down in the hopes that baby would drop down more now that I wasn't tensing up during every contraction. I was in a great mood then because all I was feeling was pressure in the backs of my thighs, so we had a roomful of relatives visiting with us & just hung out until 6:30ish, when my nurse came back to check how I was doing. At that point, she said she only had to reach in less than an inch to touch baby's head, so she had me try a practice push, & promptly said she'd be right back w/ the midwife & birthing table. We started pushing just after 6:40, & at 6:56 pm, after just 14 minutes of pushing, out came "Thing 2," kicking & screaming. I immediately asked what baby was, & the midwife turned baby around so that the husband could see... & the next thing I knew, I heard him cry out, "IT'S A GIRL!" Upon looking at her, the first words out of the midwife's mouth were that she "had to be 9 or 10 lbs," at which point I asked how bad things were down there... to my COMPLETE shock, she reported back a few minutes later that I had two very tiny brush burns that didn't require any kind of repair. Allyson Grace was taken to the warming table, where she had Apgars of 8/9, & she was measured at 20.25" & a whopping 9 lbs, 10 oz, with a 14.5" head. So much for the baby that would be smaller than her brother, as multiple OB/GYNs & midwives had predicted based on feel! She settled down immediately & was quite alert as her brother came in to meet her, followed closely by all of her grandparents, 2 of her aunts, both uncles, & our friend from seminary. We spent just over 24 more hours in the hospital before getting discharged just after 8 pm on Friday, February 3 & going home to start our lives as a family of four. :)
Allyson Grace
02.02.12
6:56 pm
9 lbs. 10 oz.
20.25"
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