River Birth Story
Due Date: March 25th
Birthday: April 2
And the
story goes…about a month before I was due, the midwives were telling me that I
was measuring a week early. I continued to hear this for the next few
appointments. Spring Break was just around the corner and I started not to feel
good. I just assumed it was signs that I was about to deliver, therefore I took
off two days of school. HR was very confused why I was taking time off and I
told them I was measuring early and expecting to go into labor in the upcoming
days. (Big Mistake = the baby came three weeks later) HR probably thought I was
just trying to get out of work; not true.
A week of
spring break passed and then the week of my due date passed. I went back to the
midwives a week after my due date. At that point I had the choice on whether to
induce or not. Some of the deciding factors included my mother going out of
town, feeling physically past my capacity, predictions of a large baby and
honestly just plain personal anxiety. This whole process was very emotional
because I wanted everything to happen naturally and without interventions.
So after Dave calmed me down, we
decided to be induced the night of April Fool’s Day. We went to Spaghetti Works
for my “Last Supper”. The day felt surreal as I kept in mind that we would no
longer be just two. We went home to pack (for the fifth time). I tried to take
a nap but to no avail. Before we went to the hospital, we stopped at Target and
walked through every toy aisle. Each of us grabbed something from Starbucks and
then we drove to the hospital. I can remember time moving so slowly as we
parked in the parking garage and walked slowly through the skywalk into the
hospital. I kept thinking is this really
happening; is it really the moment I’ve been waiting for?
Every fiber
in my being was excited even just to give the front desk our name. A real
bubbly nurse checked us in and thank the Lord, we got a corner room (aka bigger
room). They took some blood and hooked me up to all their oh so comfortable
gadgets. I had to sleep overnight on Cervidil. It was hard to sleep with the
anticipation of everything, plus I couldn’t move with all the wires. Dave
didn’t get much sleep either.
Morning
came and we had hoped for some dilation because I wasn’t dilated at all.
Unfortunately nothing had happened and they were going to start Pitocin. My all
natural, no intervention birth plan was basically down the tubes. They start Pitocin
at 2ml and then bump it up by twos gradually. I asked the nurse what the
highest level of Pitocin they usually give was and she told me twenty. Well I
didn’t feel anything until 12 which some might consider a good thing. But then
it all hit at once. My mom was going to stop by on her lunch break but when she
got there, I was starting to die of pain.
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