My Labor Story
I always enjoy reading others labor stories, so here is mine. I don't care if you don't read it, because I'm mostly just typing so I don't forget for the baby book.


Friday:

Check in at 7:30pm. The A/C is broke and they tell me that they are unable to start induction til the morning because the OR was closed down due to the A/C.
They attempt an IV 3 times. I hate that I have crazy veins.


Saturday:
6am
After a shower, they start Pitocin.
I am 3 cm. at this point.

Throughout the day, they would "bump" up the pitocin for my contractions to get harder. It would work for 45-90 min, and they labor would slow down again. We played this game on and off throughout the afternoon. Tired and aggravated, I started to think about getting pain meds, but chickened out. I'm afraid of pain meds. So, I just cried.

Dr. Hulse came in at 5 cm. and we decided to break my water after about 20 min. of me crying. I was afraid to get my water broke because it heightens a chance for C-section if my labor kept stopping. After prayer from my friends, I calmed down.

Labor progressed as they kept bumping the pitocin. Finally, I started to get really uncomfortable and started to get a little sick. TEXTBOOK transition! They checked me and I was a 7-8. YAY! Then, the stupid labor slowed down again. I kept asking, "Why am I not in more pain?" I seriously was laughing around, goofing off. This is not normal.

SO....They check me again. I'm a 5!?!?!?! What the @?!:#{E:LK@
I start crying again. WHY IS IT TAKING SO LONG AND WHAT HAPPENED?
Evidently, when Luca came 'down' the pressure caused me to swell and the cervix to close back to a 5. They put ice on me and I just sat and cried some more. It was around 8pm now. I had my friends and David pray for me. I felt better.

Then, contractions came hard. They checked me and I was a 7 again. YAY! Then, like a flash, contractions got harder and my back started to BREAK. Seriously. Yep, break! I screamed and wiggled to try to relieve the pain from my back. I must have said, "MY BACK!" about 50 times. They flipped me over on my hands and knees to try to get him to turn. I screamed the entire time and bit my pillow. Still no pain meds. But, I did tell everyone that I was dying. They reassured me that I wasn't. That kindof made me mad though, 'cause I knew that in fact, I was dying.

The baby turned and they flipped me over. I was an "8." That's it. Going from an 8 to a 9 was bad. But, then came "9"

Yep, I got a bit stuck at "9." I cried and cried and cried for them to let me push, but they said I couldn't, or that my cervix would swell again. Getting to a "10" seemed to take forever and I couldn't wait. They let me do these tiny pushes called, "grunts." And, she said to me, "no cheating!" Since I didn't want my cervix to swell and go backwards again, I didn't cheat and did the grunts. It helped a little, but not enough, you know, since I was dying. So, I got a shot of something in my IV. It was a teeny tiny dose, since the baby was so close, it wasn't safe to get much. At this point I kept telling them, "I'm so angry! I'm so angry!" I was mad because nobody believed me that I "couldn't do it anymore." I was mad they kept saying, "Yes, you can. You're doing it! It's almost over." Whatever. hehehe. I looked up at David like, "Help me!"

Then, came glorious "10." The nurse told me to give a tiny push. hehehe. Little did she know that I'm the best pusher ever! I pushed and she was like, "WHOA! Slow down." I started to freak out and screamed, "I can't! I can't stop." She understood and told me to go ahead. I pushed a really hard push and Dr. Hulse came in. I told him to please hurry up. It sounds rude, but I was nice about it. I got the head out and I said, "Dr Hulse get him out!" But, he didn't. David said Dr Hulse was trying, but Luca wasn't coming out. I pushed again and screamed, "Dr. Huuullllllllllse!" and Luca was born shortly after. I didn't mean to scream his name. I meant to like grunt, but for some reason I needed to push while trying to talk at the same time. hehehe. It was kindof funny sounding.

So, as usual, I blurted out stupid stuff. I'm sure you're not shocked. We got most of it on film, it's cute. But, I won't be posting that. So, no epidural! I was glad that I didn't end up getting it, especially since my back was injured. With an epidural, I would've constantly wondered what happened to my back. Being able to feel everything, I know-Luca was positioned wrong all along. That's why the labor took so long and that's why it hurt so back in the end. He came out a little bruised, but he's fine now.