The Story

I can't believe it's all over. I'm sitting in the hospital watching Trevor hold perfection. I have to blog the whole story to remember and because if you're like me, I want to know the grotesque details of other's labor stories.

I started feeling strong contractions Friday night at 9pm. Trevor and I went to a movie so I could get my mind off things and then picked up my mom from the airport around 11pm. I didn't want to overreact, but I didn't sleep a wink and spent most of my time that night in the tub.....freaking out, wondering if it was the "real deal," and hurting. Trevor slept like a baby.

I decided it was go-time about 6am and woke up Trevor. My contractions were still 7-8 minutes apart, but we were almost an hour from the hospital and I didn't want to rush. We got our stuff and went. I was paranoid because contractions started coming faster and got to about 5minutes apart when we got to hospital. I didn't want to check in when we got there because I just knew I'd be one of those first times moms who gets sent away 3 times from triage.

Finally we went in after breakfast around 9am. Sure enough, I was only dilated to a 3 and 90% effaced when we got checked. We spent the next hour "walking" around the hospital and suprisingly, my contractions SLOWED down. When I went back to triage to check them, I KNEW they would show up farther apart and we'd be sent home (even though the pain was worse). Might I add this was NOT real pain. My contractions, to my dismay, showed up about 7 minutes apart. The nurse said I needed to "go to the mall and walk around and have lunch" PLEASE.

I think she saw my dismay and said she'd "talk to the doctor on call." God bless Doctor West who said, since I was being induced on Monday anyway and I was group B strep positive, he would start me on antibiotics and pitocin. I cried I was so happy! The nurse said I could expect a baby around midnight!

Boy was she wrong.

It didn't start out well. The nurses couldn't get my IV in and that killed. THEN, the antibiotics started for my Group B. It is a PAINFUL medication which throbs in your vein as it goes in. The pitocin started around 12:30pm. The first few contractions I was in control. They hurt, but I felt strong.

Around 1:30, they started getting worse. The nurse asked if I wanted an epidural. I told her I was afraid the epidural would wear off since I had so far to go. I couldn't imagine running out at the end. She told me it would be okay to wait a little bit and suggested about 15 minutes since the pitocin was increasing.

Biggest mistake ever.

The doctor came in to break my water about 1:30pm and said "You're already dialated to a six, better get those pain meds." We called for the anestheologist (how do u spell that?), and right after, my pain went from a 7 to a 12. It was the worst thing I have ever felt in my life. The anestheologist took the longest 10 minutes of my life and then proceeded to tell me the epidural would take around 15 minutes to kick in. I have never been so scared in my life. My worst nightmare of the labor going too fast to get an epidural about came true.

The next 4 rounds of contractions were as savage as they came. I was at the point of feeling the "pressure." That pressure on my colon seriously made me feel like my bumhole was RIPPING out. I have never been so scared in my entire life. I was one of those pyscho women on "A Baby Story" I claimed I would never be. Now, it's sort of cool I could experience them just so I learned that natural is nuts (no offense to any of you who went/are going natural). The epidural finally kicked in JUST in time. 9 centimeters. Just as we remembered in the "rush" of things, we had left the camera in the suitcase IN THE CAR. Trevor literally sprinted to get it. The doctor told me NOT to push.

I was so happy post-epidural!

Trevor returned. The bed broke down and at this point, Trevor and I were laughing at how nuts the pain had made me. I told the doctor I was going to push this kid out super fast. The nurse reminded me first time moms often had to push a long time.

I pushed for a total of 15 minutes. After about 10, the doctor had Trevor feel Treyson's head as it crowned and note the very blonde hair. Trevor actually LOOKED AND FELT! The baby's heartrate started dropping as he was stuck on my pubic bone and I DIDNT want to use the vacuum as the doctor had warned. So, I pushed HARD. And, Trevor was pleased to note, there was no poop.

After 15 minutes, 2:45pm, little Trey seriously SLIPPED out. It was SO easy. I was in shock.

Trevor and I immediately looked at each other with the same look of pure terror. Joy, but that sort of shock where you think "Holy shiz, we really did this...that's a REAL baby." Trevor even cut the cord because as he said, "It all wasn't NEARLY as sick as I thought it would be!" I was so proud. Treyson was alert from minute one. He screamed for about 15 seconds and I seriously thought something was wrong because he was so mellow. He has the hugest eyes and just took everything in. I didn't cry which surprised me. I just felt immediate peace. And, I felt like a hard ace because I did it all in about 3 hours!