I don't remember the ride there. I remember being overwhelmed with pure excitement and being a little scared. Not knowing what to expect. I remember being so excited that I was going to meet my little girl for the very first time.
We arrived around 6am. They checked me, had me undress and put all my clothes into a plastic bag. I put the hospital gown on and we set up shop in our room.
Less than an hour later, I was hooked up to all machines, IV's, etc. Around 7am they started my pit drip. And off we went. All day long. I was having contractions every 2 minutes, but nothing too painful. My doctor came in for the first time around 9:30am. I was still only 1cm dilated (which is what I was when I arrived). Yikes. This was going to be a long day.
They cranked up the pitocin throughout the day. Occasionally, the contractions would be tough, but never to the point of unbearable. Each time the doc would come in, still no progress. Really? I have been having these contractions all day and they have done nothing? Wow.
As the day went on, more and more family gathered in the labor and delivery room. I remember specifically saying I didn't want anyone but my husband in there. What happened? :) Sean was so sweet and sat right beside me all day. We chatted, watched my contractions come and go and started to realize that this little bean wasn't ready to make her debut.
Around 3 my doc came in again to check me. Still 1cm dilated. NO progress. Holy cow. All these contractions for nothing. Doctor seemed to think this little girl had other plans, thus she started talking about plan B for us. Plan B was a C-section. I was immediately upset. I had said all along I didn't want a C-section and here I sit and they are telling me that looks to be my option. I cried. Doctor Neuffer said to give it until 5pm, crank up the pit and we will check again. At that point, if still no progress, we'll be going to Plan B. My nurse was so sweet and kept assuring me that it was going to be okay.
What was funny through all this, was that during the contractions, Saylor just kept getting higher, now lower. You could see her little bottom sticking up near my chest. I guess she decided it was getting tight down there so she was heading the other direction! Crazy girl ;)!
At 5, the doctor and nurses came back in for another check. Yep, you guessed it, still 1cm. After 12 hours of labor, nothing had changed. Doc told me I could continue to labor for another 124 or 48 hours, but she seemed to think we would still have the same end result.
Sean and I talked it over and I cried. Alot. Ha. I was so scared and this just wasn't the way I had planned it. We decided to go ahead with it.
At 5:30 I was heading down the hospital hallway to be prepped for surgery. I headed into the operating room by myself (they won't let your husband in until right before the begin). I was so scared. I went in, had a spinal done (ouch!) and the rest is kind of a blur. I remember lots of needles and talking. Lots of nurses. My husband being brought in and my crying when I saw him. Me getting sick, ha. And most of all I remember that very first cry.
My sweet little angel was born at 6:25 pm. They held her up over the curtain and I saw her sweet face for the first time. She cried right away. Praise the Lord. Sean went with the nurses to get her cleaned off and take her to the nursery while they stitched me back up. Before they left, they brought her over for me to see her face. My world was instantly changed as I met my baby girl for the very first time.
Saylor Alden Branch
11/10/2010 @ 6:25pm.
7 pounds 2 ounces
19.5 inches long
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