We went home around 9ish and got some things together for the night. Dishes, laundry, that kind of stuff. Around 10, S and I sat down to catch up on some shows on the DVR. Not even 10 minutes after I sat down on the sofa and got comfy, I heard a pop and felt a warm gush. FANTASTIC... My water broke. In the beginning of CSI Miami. Jeesh. :) I looked at S and freaked!
Me: "Ummmm, my water just broke"
S (Very calmly): "Really? Are you sure?"
Me (Standing up to show my drenched pants): "YOU THINK?!?!
S (Still sitting on the sofa, as chilled as can be): "Is the bag packed?"
Me: "No! I was going to do that tonight!!!"
Now that I look back on it, it's actually hilarious how calm S was. I was soooo nervous! I swear if someone could have seen me shaking with nerves, they would have thought I was seizing! I was no lie sitting on the toilet waiting for S to finish packing the bag shaking a mile a minute, grabbing the sink trying to steady myself! I'm SO glad S was there. I would have probably gone into complete panic!
Once S finished packing everything up, he got everything into the truck and came back to get me. I got changed and grabbed my pillow. S walked me down the steps to the truck and we FLEW. :) I think we got there in 15 minutes. (Normally a 25 minute drive). I went to call my parents, S's parents and the hospital to let them know, and S took my phone to make all the calls.
S: "Just sit there and relax. Time your contractions or something."
We got to the hospital, took forever to check in, they admit me... We walked into L&D and they get me into a room right away. They were EMPTY!! (S keeps saying that we started the births of the snow babies!) I get changed, and into the bed while the nurses got everything together. They start my IV (I was GBS+), test my fluid, and ask me a BILLION questions!!
About an hour later, S's and my parents and sister show up. It was great having them all there. I didn't think I wanted them there the whole time, but it was really helpful.
The next 16 hours of labor is a blur to me. I know I didn't sleep much until they gave me medicine. Than was the wonderful time to administer the epidural. I was very glad to see him! But that all changed when he stuck me 3 TIMES to try to get the dumb thing in. I know the first time was my fault. I don't do needles very well. After I got the epi, I didn't want to move. They tried to get me to get on my hands and knees to try to ease the pain on the contractions.
After I got the epi, things started to get a little crazy. With every contraction, Ry's heart rate dropped. My Dr came in to check me (6cm and 50%) and looked at Ry's monitor tape. She wasn't comfortable with how low her heart rate was dropping. She wanted to talk to me about a c-section I didn't want anything to do with it. I asked her how long I could wait to see if Ry could straighten herself out. She said she would give it a little while, but would monitor us closely.
About an hour later, the Dr came in again. I made no progression and I was starting to feel the urge to push. NOT GOOD. The Dr said I had no more time to wait. Ry's heart rate was dropping as low as 50bpm. I was sobbing to my mom and S. I just did not want a c-section. Now that I look back on it, I was stupid for waiting so long. I was thinking about myself more than my child's well being. I signed the paperwork and not even a minute later I was being wheeled back into the OR. The worst feeling about that is that I had to go by myself. S was always by my side when I was in situations like this. He always knows what to do when I'm stressed, scared or worried.
The OR was one of the coldest places I've been. (Inside a building...) This is where I met the best anesthesiologist in the whole world! I wish I could remember his name! He took the place of S as a fantastic supporter. After he re administer the drugs in the epi, I was strapped down to the table, prepped and ready to go. I didn't realize how much danger Ry and I were both in until the Dr told everyone that we had to start NOW. S wasn't even in the room yet. She started cutting. You want to know the worst part?? I COULD FEEL IT!!! I started yelling and hollering. That wasn't a numb tingly feeling, that was a sharp knife cutting pain! I couldn't believe it. I started bawling, and told them to get S in there NOW. My Dr looked at the anesthesiologist and told him to put me under. Ry didn't have the time to sit there and wait. He got another IV going in my other hand, and got the meds going. He was amazing. I remember asking him if he could stay with me the whole time (lol). He sat there and just rubbed my hair while the Dr started cutting again.
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