Well, a new addition in our family wouldn't be the same without some drama! This pregnancy had been SO incredibly different than the other two! With Maison, I had diabetes, placenta previa, and LOTS of complications which resulted in a exciting ambulance ride and an early delivery, two months early!
With Libby, I had diabetes, with less complications, labored for almost a week, and had her a month early. She had beautiful hair which all fell out due to extreme eczema, and was left with a Donald Trump comb-over for months!
On October 9th I went in for my weekly check-up and was dilated to a 3 and was almost fully effaced. My doctor thought I would be ready for delivery on Sunday or Monday, and if that didn't happen she was going to induce me on the 16th, because the baby according to ultra-sound weighed 6lbs 8oz. Earlier in the week my brother informed me that he had no intention of sharing his birthday with anyone, which is on the 16th. No pressure there! (I think he secretly would have loved to share his birthday, but was unwilling to admit this to his arch nemesis!)
Once the weekend hit, I was feeling a little depressed as my contractions remained irregular and everyone kept calling to check on me! Hasn't anyone ever heard of that old adage about water not boiling when the pot is watched? My mom was calling daily, my brother actually called to check on me, my friends were calling, my dad called, my grama called, got an email from my aunt Cindy, and a lady from the gym I go to even called. I was beginning to feel like it would never happen because everyone, including me, wanted it to happen.
My plan was to mow the lawn on Sunday if nothing happened, but Jason talked me into a lunch date instead. We settled on Olive Garden. I hadn't eaten there in a long time. Of course I ordered the Rosemary chicken with broccoli, served on pasta in a heavy garlic cream sauce. As I sat and fully enjoyed my lunch, I leaned across the table and said, "I shouldn't be eating all of this! I know I will be in the bathroom all night!" Did that stop me? NO WAY! I unfortunately ate the whole thing!
I was looking forward to seeing the kids Monday as they had gone to Indianapolis with my mom for the weekend to visit my dad. They had been gone since early Friday morning. That night around 2:30am I woke up saying to myself, "I knew it! I should have never eaten that food!" So I was in and out of the bathroom for almost an hour. Finally, when I went in to go again, nothing happened. I sat there thinking..."Am I in labor?" I was quite hesitant, and laid back down in bed as I didn't want to go to the hospital just to be sent home because I had to poop! My contractions became more regular, but not very strong. I decided to get up and pack a bag. (You would think with my history, I would have packed a bag a month ago!) So I packed a bag, cleaned up the kitchen and the house, and charged the batteries for the camera. I woke Jason up around 3:45am and told him I think we needed to go. I decided to jump in the shower quick to wash my hair just because it had been a couple of days, and it was nasty. Time I got out of the shower, the contractions were definitely getting stronger! I think we left the house around 4:15am. Before we were out of the development, I realized I had forgotten my pillow, but decided to forgo it.
Jason took the back way to the hospital which included a very dark and windy road on the outskirts of town. The moon was high and full and the deer were out. There I was with one hand on the Oh Crap handle and the other digging into the arm rest, panting like a dog, watching out for deer! After what felt like eternity, we made it to the hospital. We decided to park in the ramp thinking we would avoid having to moving the car later. Jason went to the second level where the sky walk was located, we got the bag, he wheeled me to the entrance...and it was locked! The doors wouldn't be open until 5am. I looked at my watch and we were about 15mins. early. After some hesitation, we headed back to the van and made our way to the emergency entrance. Jason left the van running and we hobbled in. The receptionist got me a wheelchair and up to the 3rd floor we headed. As we headed toward the elevator, Jason slowed only for the rubber handles to pull off the wheelchair and I ran into the wall by the elevator. We got upstairs and at this point, I was really huffing and puffing. They ironically put us in the same room we had Libby in, I got my clothes off, the gown on, laid down, the nurse checked me and I was at 8cm to 9cm. At this point it was about 4:50am. One of the nurses asked Jason to go move the car. So he left quickly. I was in so much pain and knew in my heart of hearts this was going to be al natural! I had one nurse trying to put an IV in, another asking me about domestic abuse, and another trying to hook a monitor up. The nurse gave up on the IV, I quit answering questions because I was screaming my head off, and the other nurse was telling me not to push. At that point, Jason claimed he could hear me screaming all the way down the hallway, came in the room and replaced the nurse, who was laying on me to hold me down, I screamed a little more, got the token "OH SXXT" in, and there she was, followed by my doctor entering the room. She was officially born at 5:02am, only 12mins after we entered the delivery room! I looked over at Jason and he was teary, not because he was emotional after the birth of our third child, but teary because of how much pain he perceived me to be in! (You know it must have been bad if it mades other people's eyes water!)
She looked perfect and just like Libby! She had a tiny bruise by her eye and one on her collar bone, lots of fluid in her ears, and a broken blood vessel in her eye! All due to her prompt arrival. Apparently during "normal" labor, there is time for the fluid to be squished out of all orifices and time for the eyeballs to decompress. There was no time for decomression of any kind! She was much too excited to wait!
All in all everything went fine! I don't know whether to commend women who opt to give birth naturally or question their sanity!