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Everyone has heard the horrors of childbirth. You will be in pain, you could poop on the delivery bed, you will be so high on painkillers that you could say nearly anything. Well, Murphy hit me when it was my time to have Abigail.
Contractions much lower in my belly than what they told me. Husband took two Tylenol pm an hour and a half before I went into full labor. It took three tries to get my IV started. Two epidurals failed. And my doctor was out-of-town.
I thought my contractions were false labor, since I had the same pain a day before and they went away after a few hours. They were supposed to be happening I the upper part of my belly, they were below my belly button. They were 10-15 minutes apart from 3:30 am Friday, to 11:20 pm Friday.
Perry took Tylenol pm at 10:00. My biggest worry at the time was waking him up and him staying awake long enough to get me to the hospital. Which he did. Thankfully adrenaline is stronger than Tylenol.
After we got checked into the hospital, which was its own mess that I will write about later, they started my IV. Well, they tried to start it. With the first stick, the valve in my hand blew. Try number two, the needle went too far and went below the vein. Third try was a charm. Saline drop started, but no pain meds yet. We had to wait on the anesthesiologist.
He took an hour to get there, then to wait on the medication to be ordered and sent up. All was in place, now just to start the epidural, I gave him two minutes to get it right, it’s how far apart the contractions were. Epidural in, here comes the pain killers…Here comes the pain killers…….I SAID HERE COMES THE PAIN KILLERS! My left leg goes numb, and my contractions ease for only twenty minutes. Only another eight hours before I give birth. I ask the nurses when the full effect was supposed to start. The look of horror and shock for me was not comforting. She called back the Anesthesiologist, he asked me a few questions, stood by through one contraction, and went to go get a different set of meds for the drip. Sets up the drugs, adjusts my epidural tube that he so lovingly placed into my back and left. Now mind you, I have a button that I can press to get a little extra medication if the pain gets too great. I drain both sets of pain medication, feel no relief. The epidural had not been placed correctly. Anesthesiologist comes back a third time, realized what was happening, and gives up on giving me more meds through it. By this time anyway, we are getting closer to birth.
I have been trying to breathe as best as I can. It sounded silly before. Breathe, in and out, simple. I thought so too. My nurse was kind enough to yell at me to stop screaming and breathe. If you do not breathe, your baby does not breathe. I whimper yes ma’am, and breathe, the shakiest breath I had. She yelled at me a lot those few hours.
What do you mean my doctor is out-of-town. She said she would be gone on Friday, not the weekend. Call her, get her here. NEW MEXICO! What do you mean New Mexico? Ok, not a big deal, relax, her office has another doctor who is there. She ended up being wonderful. The first time I saw her, was a short introduction of herself, and a quick exam to see how far along I was. The second time I saw her, Abigail’s head was crowning. I have never seen doctors and nurses suit up so quick. Tarps flying, sheets being laid down, and extra nurses in the room to help give my feet leverage to push.
After an agonizing ten hours of full contractions, and ten minutes of pushing, all the pain stopped. And I heard the most beautiful sound. Abigail was here. I truly felt no more pain, even with what ended up being basically a natural birth. We were both so aware of each other, no grogginess, wide-eyed amazement.
Hi Abigail, I’m your momma.
And then the question. Do you intend on breast-feeding, or formula. I told them I wanted to breast feed.
Call me Bessie.
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