year story took place in. 2012.
country birth took place in. united states.
A few minutes into our cookie binging, I felt (and HEARD) a snap! I can only describe it as a rubber band being snapped inside my lower abdomen. I turned to my husband and said "I think she just caught herself on something. It sounded like she broke a bone!" I truly thought Logan had turned somehow to break her clavicle. She had been dropped so low for weeks that I was always concerned about her little head and neck. My husband thought I was just being paranoid so we went along devouring our cookies.
Of course I had to pee, and when I got off of the toilet that's when the water came a flowin'! We were both very excited and just got going. Our hospital bags had already been packed for several weeks. My husband grabbed them and waited for me to get into the car. Well, I wanted to fix my hair. So, I took a few minutes for myself to fix my messy bun (yes. I realize that is ridiculous), put on some fresh powder, and touch up my mascara all while leaking baby juice. We got to the hospital at about 10:45pm and even though I had already sent in my admission papers, somehow they were lost. I had to refill all the paperwork and sit in a puddle in a wheelchair. So glamorous.
I had a few contractions and decided to go ahead and get my epidural before they got any worse. The epidural was the most painful thing I have felt in my entire life. I have a chest and arm full of tattoos and they were cake compared to it. As painful as getting the epidural was, I would say that it was well worth it.
The night was hard because I had never been in a hospital at night before. Also I was just incredibly uncomfortable because my legs were asleep from the epidural. I had to have my husband turn me from side to side many times. This just made me hope that my next baby will start coming in the morning! At about 8am I was given pitocin. I moved along pretty quickly and by 9:25am I was ready to "practice" push. The practice pushing turned into actual "get the baby out" pushing and she arrived at 9:49am.
She couldn't have been any more beautiful. We felt so thrilled and blessed and TIRED.
We did not want any family or friends at the hospital while I was in labor. It made me feel very anxious. I just wanted this experience to be for my husband and me. People may have been upset, but it was about us. We did allow our parents to come visit in the evening after we had been moved to recovery and we all got comfortable with each other.
I am very happy that I went in with an open mind and trusted that the staff would take care of me. I feel like if you write pages of a birth plan, it will only make you have anxiety and take away from moments you should be enjoying. The professionals know what they're doing. :)