Miss Brooke Alysa’s birth story:
I called the on-call doctor at the hospital, who happened to be the doctor I met with when my doctor was on vacation during week 37, and she said that since I was Group B Strep negative and low-risk that we could take our time coming in if we wanted. I wasn’t having any contractions so we took advantage of our last bit of time as just Katie and Robert and showered, cleaned, and made cookies 🙂 (which turned out to be a wonderful idea – nurses and doctors loved us!) We dropped Stout off at Scott and Melissa’s house, swung by Chick-Fil-A for my last meal for a potential long time, and made our way to the hospital.
We got checked in around 1pm and got all set up in our labor and delivery room.
They got me hooked up with an IV and since I still wasn’t really contracting on my own, and was still at 2cm dilated, they went ahead and got me started on a low dose of pitocin (the man-made version of oxytocin, which is the chemical the body makes to start contractions) to get things going.
There are a lot of gross things that are involved with child birth, and I was lucky enough to not see or feel a lot of the grossness, but I will say that when my water broke, it was more like a ‘leak’ that kept leaking. All. Day. I have never been so grossed out. I’d be sitting in the hospital bed (and they make you completely undress except for the hospital robe…) and feel gushes every so often, and it seriously grossed me out so bad. This picture below is not one of pain – its of being disgusted with the water gush…so. yucky!
Moving on – They upped the pitocin every so often and around 4pm, I was contracting regularly and getting uncomfortable, so I went ahead and told the nurse that I’d like to go ahead and get the epidural. I had to wait an hour for the epidural so they could pump enough fluid into me so that my BP would stay normal once they hooked up the medicine, which took 45 minutes. The anesthesiologist came in at 5pm and I am SO glad I didn’t want any longer than 4pm to ask for the epidural – I was writhing in pain on the bed, as the contractions were on top of one another with what seemed like a 10 second break in between each, and the pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt. The best I can chalk it up to (for the ladies anyway) is severe menstrual cramps that come in waves. I was doing all I could to breathe through the pain and was focused solely on breathing and working through each contraction. Once Dr. Patel (the anesthesiologist) came in, he got me hooked up with the epidural. I told him he could not have a cookie until he made my pain go away. I wasn’t kidding.
I wasn’t afraid of getting the epidural, I figured I could endure a few minutes of being uncomfortable if it meant that I wouldn’t feel the contractions anymore. It was tough, sitting there, trying to be as relaxed as possible, while still feeling the terrible contractions and breathe through them while he was putting a needle in my back, and it took about 10 minutes, but we got it done, and 5 minutes after that, I was pain free! It was glorious! At that point, I think I was somewhere around a 3 or 4cm dilated and completely effaced, so now it was just a waiting game.