Before I start the second part of Jason's (yep, little J) birth story, I have to put in two cents about my first Mother's Day. I really didn't know what to expect. I had dreamed about this for so long, becoming a mother and not just watching from the sidelines wondering when (or even if) it would be my turn. I feel so incredibly grateful, fortunate, happy and content. Even as I write this, I'm tearing up with emotion. I've been so blessed to have this little crying, pooping, sleeping miracle enter my life...the best Mother's Day gift ever.
Ah, so, now, where was I...Oh, yeah, the contractions! At 4 am, the doctor came in to check my progress and announced that I was 4 cm dilated. Hooray -- progress! At that point, my contractions were incredibly painful and coming 1-2 minutes apart, so I gave in and decided to take the epidural. They moved me from the "laboring" room to the "delivery" room and called the anesthesiologist, who luckily was able to come fairly quickly.
The epidural was a godsend, but unfortunately, I wasn't progressing and it took me another 12 hours to dilate to 10 cm. During the wait, I developed a fever of 101.4 (I swear it was because I had had no food or water for over 24 hours) and so they started me on antibiotics. So, at this point I had the epidural, penicillin (since I was Group B Strep positive), antibiotics and the saline IV being pumped into my body.
In the meantime, I was also dealing with the most incompetent nurse ever, who ended up burning me with hot compress. When she had changed the penicillin bag, she forgot(?) to dilute the medication and when it went in, it felt like my entire hand and arm was on fire. So, in her pathetic attempt to alleviate the pain, she put a hot compress on my hand which left a big red burn. One of the other nurses noticed the burn and thought it was an allergic reaction to the IV and they spent 10 minutes debating whether or not to move the IV to my other hand. I nearly flipped my lid and told them that they could NOT move the IV. At some point during the argument, they agreed that it probably was not in my best interest to move the IV.
So, here I am at 4pm and they decide that I'm ready to push although I'm not fully 10 cm AND the baby is still at +1 (hasn't completely dropped). After one hour of pushing, the delivery team tells me that if I don't start making more progress, they may have to resort to a c-section. Not something you want to tell a woman after 29 hours of labor...If I wasn't so deliriously tired, I think I would've said some not so choice words. However, at this point, some very wise individual (can't remember who) decided that I needed to lower my epidural and they halved it. Once that happened, I could actually feel exactly where to push (I know this may sound odd, but it's sort of like a poop that's stuck), so after another 2 hours of pushing, our baby boy, Jason was brought into this world with a very loud cry!
Battle wounds included: one small hemorrhoid, one small tear, and a burn from a hot compress. Overall, the battle was well worth it and I can honestly say that I'd do it all over again!
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