March 16th, 2010 at 5:05 pm our family was blessed with a new arrival. We shall call her "Tid Bit."It went kinda like this:
So I woke up in a FANTASTIC mood- no clue why. Just DID. I played online, dropped the kids off at school, ran to the grocery store, started a pot roast...all before 8 o'clock. Came home to get my shower- and the hot water heater isn't working.
Hmmmm...oh well. Nothing was spoiling my good mood. I took a "pirates" bath, got dressed, kissed the hubs and headed off to my appt.
En route to the doc I started to have some back aches. I shrugged them off because to be honest? I've had back pain the last week and contractions for the last two- so I'm not particularly caring at this point.
In my head I've already decided how the appt. is going to go, and I'm making my to do list for the afternoon. (House cleaning mostly) and planning to repaint my nails that night, etc.
Get there...and the pressure in my lower back is increasing. Hmmm. Hurts a lot actually. Oh well. Again- NOT getting my hopes up... I pee in the cup, tell them I'm still having contractions but no biggy, get wieghed. Tell the nurse about the pressure in my back, and go wait for another 30 min. in the waiting room until an exam room opens up.
They call my name, I go to walk down the hall...and apparently the look on my face concerned my nurse because she asked me
"C- how close are they?
"Me: "what? the back pains- eh, I dunno. It's pretty constant at this point. Didn't think much of it to time it to be honest..."
Nurse: "uh huh--- bottoms off I'm getting the doctor."
Me: "uhh. k"
Doc: "lets check you out- how close are the contractions?"
Me: "haven't really had any today- just that back pain I was telling the nurse about?"
Doc: "you're at a 3- and something is telling me that's not back pain. I want you to head to L & D NOW. I'll meet you over there in an hour or so to check on you."
Me: "do I have time to run to the house and pick up my husband?"
Doc: "I don't want you driving that far. The hospital is across the street so that should be ok. Go NOW. L can meet you there- want us to call him for you?"
Me: "uhhh...no? I can call him."
(at this point I'm scratching my head. It's JUST a backache people! I've HAD labor pains before and this ISN'T labor damnit- quit fucking with my head- teasing me is NOT funny at this point.)
No really- I'm a bit upset because I think going to the hospital is a waste of time. The contractions I'm supposedly having don't feel like contractions to me- it's a constant pain in my back. And if I'm just at a 3 and NOT contracting? Well they are gonna send me home. I'm mad- but I call the hubs anyway and tell him to meet me up there even though I think this is STUPID.
So I get there- get hooked up to all the machines. I'm pissed because it's SUPER crowded and I feel like I'm taking up a bed and wasting everyone's time- just to get sent home. Nurse comes in to check on me after an hour or so and her eyes go wide when she looks at the monitor
Nurse: "You okay honey? you're so...quiet..." (keep in mind i'm still in L & D triage, so there is a lot of moaning and groaning going on around me from other curtained areas)
Me: "I'm okay. So can I go home now?"
Nurse: "sweety- your contractions are 2-3 minutes apart...and look like they are painful as hell... you're not going ANYWHERE. You're having a baby today."
Me: "you fuckin with me?"
Nurse: (laughs insanely) noooo not so much. here, I'll show you what I mean. (rolls me off my back and to my side to help me sit up...watches the monitor- then tells me to stand and walk...) Me: ohhhhhhhhh- yup. that's familiar. So I just couldn't feel them because you guys had me on my back and it's mostly back labor I guess?
Nurse: Yup. (laughs more) we'll get you into a room shortly. Dr. will be here in a few to check on you.
From there it's a bit of a whirlwind...they broke my water at 1- contractions got good but I was okay. Didn't actually WANT the epidural when they gave it to me because I was feeling okay. In pain, but could handle it ya know? But if I didn't get it THEN I wasn't going to...and I'm all about some epidural towards the end of labor. That was around 3:30 or so, and I also got a pitocin drip because I was still at a 4 and doc wanted to get things moving.Sooooo...fast forward to 4:30. I think my epidural has quit working. The contractions are right on top of each other and I can't breath...to top it all off my mother arrives just in time to see me burst into tears and to order my husband to go find the nurse because my epidural isn't working, and if it's not going to work I want the damn needle out of my back NOW. (My call button was broken.)
My mother starts patronizing me so I threaten to hit her if she doesn't shut up because she starts telling me "it can't be THAT bad honey- you aren't throwing things yet or hitting people like I did with you..."
Me: "doesn't mean I'm not fucking thinking it mom. Now quit admiring my restraint and leave me alone already."
Hubs comes back in with the nurse, who is concerned since I think the epi isn't working (we had had equipment problems earlier in the evening) she checks the machine, which is fine, and then checks me.... and promptly busts out laughing.
Nurse: "Honey there isn't a damn thing wrong with your epidural. You're complete...it's time to push... THAT'S why it hurts that bad."
Me: "are you fucking with me?" (note: this is kinda the key phrase all day)
Nurse: (busts out laughing) noooo...and we're close so let me call the doctor.
From there it's just a matter of minutes...it literally went by THAT fast. The nurse had to get onto the hubster because he had me laughing so hard Gabby was thisclose to being born on the floor And, quite literally, my doc walked in in time to catch her.
One push. and my baby was here....and that is almost as surreal as birthing a kid during a hurricane evacuation- now ain't it?
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