I’ve finally had a bit of time to start writing down the story of how Baby Bo came into this world. When I left off two weeks ago, I was at home waiting for a call from the hospital so I could go in to be induced. I was 41 weeks pregnant and 3cm dilated. My OB said that I probably just needed a little “nudge” so the plan was for them to break my water to try to get things going.
Of course, that was a busy day in the birthing unit and by the evening, I still hadn’t been called in. I tried calling triage around 8pm to find out whether I should expect a call anytime soon or if I should just go to bed as usual. The nurse said that I should go to bed and try to rest and that they’d call me in the night if any space became available.
So off I went to bed.
I didn’t have much luck sleeping, though. Shortly after getting into bed, I started having contractions. And not just the uncomfortable, tightening contractions that I’d been having off and on for weeks. But full-blown, painful, don’t-touch-me-or-talk-to-me contractions. I started timing them and they were pretty consistently 10 minutes apart, lasting for just over a minute. I tried to stay in bed, but it hurt so much. I tried hanging out on the couch, but that hurt too. I tried standing. No way. It all sucked. Around 11pm, the contractions got closer together and were 4-5 minutes apart. I told D that it was time to go to the hospital and jumped in the shower.
The hospital – luckily – is only a couple of minutes away so it was a very quick drive at that time of night. I knew I didn’t want to suffer through too many contractions in the car. So uncomfortable. It was also handy that Littleman was already sleeping at Nana and Nonno’s house because of the planned induction. We didn’t have to worry about calling someone to come and watch him.
We made it to triage and checked in. I was a bit worried that they would think I was being a drama queen, given that I was supposed to be induced. Instead, the staff were all pretty impressed that “the induction” had arrived in labour!
The nurse hooked me up to the monitor right away and the baby’s heart sounded good. Contractions were pretty strong and still around 5 minutes apart. The on-call OB checked me out and I was 5cm dilated and 100% effaced. She told me they’d be admitting me and asked me my feelings about pain relief. I answered, “I want it.”
We had to hang out in triage for a bit while they found me a delivery room and called the anesthesiologist.
When our labour/delivery nurse came for us, I was in the middle of a contraction. I heard her ask D if I could walk to my room or if I would need a wheelchair. He answered that I could walk. I remember grunting and shaking my head: no way. When the contraction ended, I jumped into the wheelchair and off we went. It was probably around midnight by then and it took until 1am before the anesthesiologist was available to do my epidural. The nurse was great and kept having me “breathe through the contractions” which was kind of like hell. I’m actually not sure how people manage without any pain relief. After 4ish hours of horrible contractions, I was miserable and was pretty darn relieved when it was time to get the epidural.
The squeamish fainter in me totally disappears when it comes to epidurals. I guess my intolerance for pain outweighs my fear of needles! I got into position on the edge of the bed and the doctor started his business. They told me to warn them if I was getting a contraction, which, of course, happened exactly in the middle of getting it done. I had to stay perfectly still and “breathe” which was very hard. Finally, it was in and a couple of contractions later, I was pain free.
Now we just had to wait for me to dilate a bit more and we’d be ready to go. I felt pretty good at this point, other than the fact that the epidural made me extremely itchy. Like all over my entire body. It was rather annoying but better than pain!
Stay tuned for the rest of the story – coming soon!