Are you ready for a novel?
I'm going to do my best to let you know what all has happened in the past week. There is so much to tell, so why don't you go and grab a bowl of popcorn and a Coke and come back..
My family made it in around midnight last Tuesday. We all were so tired yet so excited to see each other! I gave them a quick tour of the house ("quick" means a couple hours) and then we all headed to bed. The first day they were in town we decided to just relax and make sure everyone was rested before the real fun began!
Tuesday morning my mom and Paul came with me to my doctor's appointment and the doctor went ahead and stripped all of my mucous membranes and she knew she would see me very soon. We spent the rest of the day resting to make sure I was ready for labor.
Tuesday afternoon came and went..
Tuesday evening came and went..
Wednesday morning was upon us, and since we had a full day of rest with no labor pains, we decided it was time to walk. Before walking I downed 4 oz. of castor oil and hoped that "cleaning myself out" would start some good contractions. We walked through Walmart, the mall, the county fair.. nothing. We came home, rested a few hours, and then we walked to the park- which involved two pretty decent hills to climb. Perfect to break my water, right?!
During our walks I had some really good contractions, some good enough that I had to stop walking and concentrate on breathing. As soon as we would go home the contractions would stop and I was left with twinges.
On Thursday we decided to do some more walking. This time we were going to walk to the hospital which involved, of course, another very big hill. We made it all the way to the top.. nothing was happening.. walked through hilly neighborhoods.. had good contractions that I stopped and squatted through.. nothing happened.
I had drank that awful castor oil, walked the town of Havre, and no water breaking.
On Friday morning I felt large and depressed. Nothing was working and I was allowing myself to feel stressed. 3 weeks of bed rest and walking on pins and needles not knowing if my mother would make it, and here they'd been with me for 3 days and nothing was happening.
Then.. it happened!
No, my water didn't break. The phone rang!
One of the nurses from the doctor's office called and asked if anything had changed. I let her know what all we had done and how nothing was working, and then she said, "So.. if Dr. Lien would break your water today would you do it?"
My heart stopped!
I said of course I would! We set up an appointment for the afternoon and went in.
Dr. Lien came in and was looking a little frazzled. I guess she was having a run in with higher ups and they weren't going to let her break my water over the weekend. Long story. Don't ask. I felt so bummed, but she made sure to tell me that she would fight for me and she usually gets her way.
She went to strip my membranes again, and what do you know? Nothing was holding my sac up anymore. It was literally hanging out and not breaking- that's how thick it was. Go figure. She told me to go to the hospital the next day and see if I was having consistent enough contractions to hopefully induce labor and win the fight!
Saturday afternoon came, I went to the hospital and they checked to see if I was having consistent contractions. Surprise, surprise.. no consistent contractions. I felt so stressed out! Why doesn't anything work?! They had me hooked up for 2 hours, and then out of nowhere Dr. Lien came and checked me. She pretty much said forget it and had the nurse get the "hook" and she broke my water at 2:20 p.m.
Having your water broke is the weirdest feeling in the world! I was literally wetting my pants and had no control! It kept coming and coming and it was crazy.. I was so relieved when she did that. Baby Zoe was finally coming!
Unfortunately I had tested positive for Group B Strep so I had to have an IV for antibiotics. It took the nurse forever for find a vein, and when they did, it had to be right in my wrist. That was probably the most traumatic part of the whole delivery. I felt like I was going to pass out. They asked me if I was going to take anything for the pain and I made sure to tell them no. I was doing this natural, no matter how crazy it seemed to anyone.
After some of the gushing had calmed down I went to the bathroom, stocked up on pads, grabbed my IV pole and we started walking the OB. We walked round and round for probably an hour and a half to two hours and then I had to make myself walk back to my room despite the contractions. When I made it back to my room I started mini walks in between contractions and made myself squat during. Oh. My. Word.
It didn't seem like it took long for the contractions to become miserable, especially in my back, and I knew we were down to business.
I had wonderful coaches helping me breathe, waving magazines fanning me since I felt way too hot, giving me cool cloths, pushing a cool pad against my back, etc. I heard we had a pretty good system going.
One thing I remember is that when contractions came, I needed Paul to squeeze my hand. For some reason feeling the pressure of him squeezing my hand helped me reflect more on that as well as breathing and not so much on the pain. But, in my mind he was never squeezing enough and I was constantly demanding him to squeeze harder. Mom told me eventually that my hand was turning purple and Paul couldn't squeeze anymore. I told her I didn't care and had him start squeezing the back of the arm.
I don't remember a whole lot about what I said or did, but what I've been told has brought a lot of laughs for everyone!
1) For some reason I was very polite.. ?? Everyone said I said please and thank-you's, though they were demanding, I was still polite. Ha!
2) I guess I snapped at Paul once when he was trying to coach me in my breathing. I told him to SHH! and he did, and looked up at my mom and kinda chuckled. I heard him and looked up at him.. Mom said if looks could kill..
3) My mom said that she was trying to help me breathe during one contraction and she told me not to tense my body, I guess it bothered me because I yelled at her saying I'm not tense!!!!! and Mom said, "Yes you are!"
After 12 hours of the worst pain in my life, I am now the mother of a 7 lb 1 oz baby girl who is 19 1/2 inches long. It was totally worth it! I will do my best to keep you all posted with pictures as well as what motherhood is like.
So far, I love it!!