Baby Bear’s birth story continues today. Not into babies..skip this post and know that I can workout in 1 week meaning we’ll have some great fitness posts soon.
We arrived back at Winnie Palmer at 6:30am on Sunday, May 31. I knew that my OB was at the hospital that day, so with the events of the day before I felt like it was a good idea to go back in and check everything out.
The wait at triage was MUCH less and within 30 minutes we were having our contractions monitored. After 30 minutes my wonderful doctor came to check on me and we were 5 centimeters! We were going upstairs baby! My contractions were still irregular, but my dr felt it was best to be admitted and get this baby moving along!
We waited about 2 hours for a labor and delivery room to be ready and made it upstairs around 10:30. Before we went upstairs a nurse came a told me that my platelets were low. Platelets need to be 90 for an epidural and mine were 87. They said they would redraw when we went upstairs. I clearly remember saying, "Oh well if I can't get an epidural, we'll be ok"...ha! HA! ha...HAHAHAHA!
|Are you really flexing honey?|
Once upstairs we started Pitocin around 11:15 and by 11:45 my dr came and broke my water. This party was getting started. I was having contractions, but they were still not terribly painful. I asked my wonderful nurse if I should sit on the exercise ball to help things along and she agreed. She went to get the ball cleaned up and ready and that’s when it happened.
IT. FELT. LIKE. MY. BODY. WAS. BEING. RIPPED. IN. HALF.
The world went from “let’s get on our sweatyband and listen to Pandora” to me gripping the side of the bed wondering how I could make it stop. Oh hey contractions. That’s what you feel like. You feel like a bad word that I don't want to write on my blog. The contractions hit me fast and they kept coming. I’m thinking we were like 90 seconds apart.
Around this time the anesthesiologist came in with her paperwork. She said a LOT of things that I’m sure were important but I didn’t hear them. What I did hear was that it was that the lab tech was at lunch and my results weren’t back yet so I couldn't yet get an epidural. I had a preliminary platelet count that was high enough for the epidural, but we weren’t sure that was enough. I guess I looked a little worse for wear and my blood pressure was rising so they called for approval for the preliminary results to get me some help with the pain. In the meantime Kyle patiently let me squeeze his hand and I think I only cursed one time.
Did I get an epidural?
When did Bear arrive?
One more chapter left in our baby story…
Did you get an epidural?
What do you remember about your child's birth?
Love and ouch!
Carissa & Kyle