So I have a million stories I could write about...
but I was thinking I never really said much about when Owen was born
On March 13th
9:00 a.m.
I am sitting in the patient room at my obgyn's office, waiting for the dr. to come in.
As soon as she comes into the room, she's says "Wow, Carrie you don't look well"
My face & body were swollen & I had gained about 55 pounds total.
In the few weeks before this visit, I was heading to the dr about twice a week & having an ultrasound every week. I had been on bedrest for a total of about 2 months.
The placenta fluids had been low & my blood pressure was too high. One positive thing, the dr. kept telling us, was that the baby's heartbeat was at a good rate. I kept having to give urine samples and giving blood. It was awful.
So, the dr. continues on, doing the normal routine of checks & pushes on my body.
I was only there for about 10 minutes & she said we are going to induce you in the morning, can you call the hospital at 5:00 a.m. tomorrow morning & make an appt? Well, of course I can and will.
As I am walking out of the patient room, the doctor says,
"Oh C, you can't eat or drink anything after midnight tonight & everything is going to be ok"
I guess she said this to give me a level of comfort I probably needed & the baby was going to be about 2 1/2 weeks early.
So we headed home trying to contact everyone we needed to, telling them the 9 1/2 month wait was over & he'll be here tomorrow, most likely late afternoon.
That evening we load the car up & try to make sure we were ready as much as we thought we could be.
11:55p.m. rolls around & I am drinking & eating as much as I can before midnight strikes.
I scarf down some crackers & eat some cottage cheese along with fruit.
I set the alarm clock & try to go to sleep. I am not sure if it's the excitement, stress, and every emotion you can imagine, dave snoring, but I don't think I went to bed until after 2:00a.m.
The alarm clocks goes off at 5:00a.m. & I call the hospital, I was able to make the appt. for 6:00 a.m. and Dave drives me to Suburban.
Luckily, it is only about 9 minutes from the house so we were one of the first to arrive that morning.
I had pre registered about a month before, so it only took about 35 minutes & we go up to the delivery room.
Once in the room, I change into the hospital gown & I am hooked up to monitors. My delivery nurse, Hilda, comes into the room.
She is this older, larger lady that is very straight forward.
Everything you would expect in a "Hilda".
The pitocin starts to drip & Hilda tells us it will take a few hours for the contractions to start.
Meanwhile my doctor comes in around 9:30 and has a big long plastic stick looking device w/a large hook on the end.
I looked at her with my eyes so wide
"What in the world is that for?"
Well, she says, "I have to break your water."
I never thought about that and NO ONE told me about the plastic hook!! She continued with what needed to be done & luckily it didn't really hurt, just a bit weird. More physcological than anything.
The Pitocin starts to work & the contractions begin. When they started, I was holding onto the bed asking for the epidural. It's not like any pain I have every experienced. It feels like someone is kicking you in your stomach.
Around 11:30, the epidural team came in & I am sitting on the bed sideways with my legs hanging down & my arms draped on Hilda's shoulders.
I told everyone in the room I did not want to see anything! No needles or equipment- it freaks me out & the worse thoughts start running through my head.
So, blah, blah they insert the needle into my back but
my right leg starts to really hurt.
The dr. asked if everything was ok & explained I would have some pain in my back.
I said "No, I think something is wrong, my leg is in extreme pain and is shooting down toward my feet"
She does some other things & I am still hanging out - holding onto Hilda.
She starts talking to me about her love for the Pie Kitchen,(mine too) trying to keep my mind off what's going on behind me.
When you are that pregnant and trying to sit in that manner, it is not a great position to be in.
Then I hear, "C, we are going to have to try the epidural again"
I know Hilda could see the look of horror on my face.
I just told them to please hurry!
Anyway, the second time around worked &
I was just happy to get back into a better position on the bed.
The epidural is the best thing, you don't feel anything from your waist down and your mood is so much better. It just made me feel better all around.
I am lying there watching the minutes go by and it's about 1:00, Hilda comes in & increases the pitocin dosage & checks my bp. Things are going as planned & the family members start to trickle in and out of the room.
3:00 rolls around and I am dilated 10 cm but the baby is not far enough down to come out.
She tells me it may be another 30 minutes and we will get started.
Well 4:00 rolls around & he still isn't in the right position.
Finally close to 5:00- Hilda says we are going to get started
(I think she wanted to get it over with b/c her shift ended at 7-ha)
The leg/feet straps come out and the lights come on.
Hilda is telling me to push, breathe and Dave is holding my hand.
I am pushing, breathing- I know that my face is turning red and I just want it to be over......more pushing, breathing.... at 5:49 Owen came into the world
Now, I know I make it sound easy but truly it really was.....
(sorry to people like Jess L that had to push for over 3
hours and had stage 3 tear)
The delivery was fine and I think Hilda helped out so much.
The part that I had absolutely no warning on was,
when you go home w/the baby & you are still
in pain from what your body has gone thru along w/your meds wearing off.
It's so hard to take care of yourself for the first few days along with an infant & trying to nurse.
If you want to do anything for anyone that comes home with a new baby- take them food - it saved us time and kept us fed!
Anyway, Owen came into the world screaming and the nurses lift him up so Dave can take a photo. They weigh and measure him and place him in my arms.
The doctor continues to do some work on me and I am looking away the whole time.
She asked if I was ok?
I just didn't want to see anything she was doing and wanted to close my legs
Everything was fine, he's healthy & they let about 15 people that were in the waiting room come into the delivery room.
It's such an overwhelming feeling, you've had this baby in your belly for 10 months and now he's here. I was glad he was here and healthy!
We then had to wait for about 3 hours to get moved into a room & I am worried about having Owen back in the room with us & getting something to eat.
The hospital visit was ok- I had a some issues with the nurses.
Here's some examples
*When I got the the room- my epidural had completely worn off & I didn't have pain meds for about 4 hours after that- I was in pain! & they wanted me to get out of bed!
*Then the nurse came to take my blood and missed 3 times! I had been poked enough!!
*The lactation nurse came in with a room full of guys and asked if she could help me and if I had any problems! come on!!
*The took Owen away and didn't bring him back for about 8 hours
*One of the nurses brought rolled him in the room in the middle of the night, at 3:30a.m. said
"I bringing him in here to you" and walked out!
These are just a few crappy examples but I was just happy to go home!
We asked for no visitors for 2 days at home & I think that helped us to get adjusted.
He's been such a good baby - we feel so lucky!!
I do have a different version of what it means to be "tired"
I don't know that I could honestly say I could ever "be ready" to have children.
It takes so much out of you but the it such a good feeling when he smiles or laughs back at you.
I do know it changes the way you look at your life and puts a different prespective the things you do.

