“Denial is not just a river in Egypt” – Isabels birth story!
It was Wednesday 19th September (8 days before my “official” due date) when I woke up and felt like cleaning the entire house. Motivation wasn’t coming to me that often so I figured I would take full advantage! I dropped Miss K off at school and got busy, and I’m talking vacuuming the walls and cleaning inside the air vents. I started to get really annoyed because the baby was bouncing on my bladder and making me pee myself every 5 minutes!
Big T tells me that he is having a work colleague over for dinner, so I need to prepare extra food. I am still ‘peeing’, but carry on cleaning – talking online to the WingMoms who are telling me my water has broken, which of course it hasn’t because I have NEVER felt so good!! Fast forward a few more hours and I entertain the idea that this probably isn’t normal, the baby must be pushing on my bladder but I have a Dr’s apt the next day so it will be ok, even though by this point everyone is telling me that my water is broke. We have our dinner guest and then Big T takes him back to his hotel, via a bar for a drink or 5. While he is gone I get one slightly bigger gush, so eventually at 9pm I make a call to the Dr to find out if it’s ok to wait til the next day for my appointment. She tells me to come straight in – which of course I can’t do because my husband is at a bar and my child is in bed, so I wait for Big T to come home, make Miss K’s lunch for school the next day and finish packing my hospital bag.
I drove myself to the hospital, telling Big T that I will be home in a few hours and to go to bed. When I get there at 10pm they confirm that yes my water has broken (11 hours ago) but nothing much was happening, I was 3cm and not really having any contractions – I wanted to go home but they wouldn’t let me! This was NOT a part of my birth plan!!
The Dr ordered cervadil which she said could take quite a few hours to work and that I would be sent to a room soon – They then proceeded to leave me alone for 4 hours to slowly die of boredom! At 3am I ask if I can pee and go for a walk, when I got off the bed I practically flooded the room so I guess her head got out the way and finally let the rest of the fluid out! I walked for an hour and at 5am was taken to my room.
The nurse checked me, 4cm, then gave me ½ a tablet of cervadil, told me to get some sleep and I would get another tablet in 4 hours and then one more a few hours after that, then they would start Pitocin. Yay a game plan, just not the one that I had envisioned. She turned out the light, told me to get some good sleep and left the room……………not even 5 mins and contractions hit fast and hard out of nowhere! The pain of labour is one thing – but when it comes at you full speed, out of nowhere and doesn’t ease you in gently , there is no way to describe it other than pure torture.
All of a sudden the room filled with nurses rolling me in every direction, giving me oxygen and the dr saying they need to get the baby out NOW! Ohhhhh no that is not going to happen while my husband is sleeping at home! They watch the monitors a little while longer, and thankfully things calmed down enough for me to be checked again. I had jumped from 4 to 7cm in 20 minutes. The epidural was ordered and they told me it would probably slow things down enough to give Big T time to get there – so finally at 7am I called him (don’t ask me why I hadn’t called him before) and told him I was ready to push so he better get on over quickly! He packed up Miss K and got to the hospital, while I was on the phone trying to find someone to come take her while I pushed out this baby! L&D was apparently crazy busy so I was ready to push, the dr was ready to catch and Big T and Miss K were there, but we had no nurses – and apparently I couldn’t have this baby til there were nurses!!!
Finally everyone was ready – with Miss K they had to use the vacuum cup to get her out and then they whisked her away for oxygen so I didn’t get to hold her for 10+ mins – but Isa came out after just a few pushes and was put straight on my chest, and holy crap was she heavy!!
My big girl was 8lb 2oz and extremely dark and hairy. We stayed 24 hours in the hospital but were very ready to get home and start our lives as a family of 4.