Labor & Delivery

On Monday morning at 4:47 am I had a major contraction. A real one this time. Another one followed at 9:15 and then again at 10 and 10:30am. I called the Dr.'s office and they said just to make sure that my water wasn't leaking rather than breaking. So we packed up like we were going to deliver and headed off to the hospital. Sure enough, we were 2-3 cm dilated and my contractions were about 15 minutes apart. So they admitted me to the hospital.

We got to the hospital around 12pm. They wheeled me into my room and set me up with all of the monitors and started me on potussin (I think that's how you spell it) to induce my labor and get my contractions closer together. Once they were closer together and I was really starting to get into a groove I got some meds via I.V. to help take the edge off. We did this twice over a couple hours period of time. The contractions were right on top of each other and they were hurting like nothing I had ever felt before. So I opted in for the epidural earlier on to make sure I didn't die in vain during this process. LOL We then broke out the birthing bar and I proceeded to push for 6 hours. That's right......... 6 whole freakin' hours with no progress. I was toast. I couldn't do it any more. I was spent and I just wanted this process over with. I started to cry.

The Dr. came in and said we had 2 options: option 1 was to continue to push for a natural child birth (which is what we wanted and that he could use the forceps and vacuum on her head to guide her out. (Problem with option #1: I didn't want to push any  more, it wasn't going to be a natural childbirth any more because I had already taken all the meds and I was so tired and in so much pain that the idea of prolonging this seemed like sheer stupidity on my part). However, the Dr. said, he couldn't guarantee that it didn't turn out to be an emergency c-section if he still couldn't get her out. OK so option #1 didn't sound so good. What was option #2 looking like: emergency c-section now! Holy crap......now????!!! NOW!!!!! He said. My heart rate was going up, Sophia's heart rate was going up, I was starting to panic, I had run out of energy, I was now crying and this would be the fastest quickest way to end all of this. (Problem with option #2: Sophia's head was wedged in my pelvis. She was too low for the Dr. to do a traditional c-section. He thought the incision would have to be higher and much longer and probably still have to do an episiotomy to make sure he had enough space to get her out). BUT....... the Dr. said, he couldn't guarantee this one either.WHAT!!! Wait so you give me 2 options and neither are an option. What the FRACK! He said that it would be messy and not ideal either. The scarring would be bad and if he couldn't un wedge her from where she was would would have real problems. Oh my God I am going to die on the operating table having this baby. Holy Crap! (more tears) I looked at Dan and told him I loved him more than he would ever know. I told him he had to decide, that I had already checked out and was too emotional. That I was in no shape to make decisions and that I just wanted it to stop. Please make it stop I begged him. He opted for the c-section.