So Wednesday (December 17th) morning I woke up at 4 a.m. because I was anxious and couldn't sleep. I still had a couple hours so I relaxed in the tub and went over everything in my head making sure that everything was ready. I had a scheduled induction because of the gestational diabetes. I was 39 weeks and 3 days along.
Finally Josh and I left and arrived at the hospital at 7:30 am. We visited with Dr. Sanders and then we got all set up in our room. So it turns out the Valley View Medical Center has changed things in the two and a half years since I had Dega. In labor and delivery anyhow. So all the nurses work 12 hour shifts and each nurse has one patient on the delivery side. I think their is only one nurse on the post partum side. So anyways I got all set up with my nurse Michelle. Who was fabulous. For those that have heard my birth story from Dega know that I didn't have an enjoyable experience, to say the least.
By 8:00 a.m. I had my IV all hooked up and the pitocin was started around 8:30. Once the IV was started I could feel the contractions and I really wasn't liking it so I went ahead and got some pain meds through my IV around 9:30. By this time we had already called my mom to see when she was heading up to the hospital because I missed my Dega Bug. While getting all set up I informed my doctor and nurses that I really wanted to have the baby before 8:00 p.m. because Criminal Minds came on at that time and I am an avid fan of that show. They all laughed and my doctor said he figured we might even be finished before lunch.
I was only really dilated to 4 1/2 and still 80%. Well around 11:30ish I decided to get my epidural. It didn't really take effect so while Steve (the epi guy) went to give another epidural we waited and he was going to come back and fix mine and hopefully it would work. While we were waiting my mom left and my so did my nurse. She had to leave for like an hour and Kari took over for her. Well while Kari was there my doctor showed up to break my water.
By this time (like 12:30ish)I was starting to get whiny because it hurt and I wanted my epidural to work. Plus I had to pee, but wasn't able to get up yet. So Dr. Sanders decided to go ahead and break my water and let Kari put in my catheter. So they got all that done.
Well once they broke my water it was literally one contraction on top of the next. And there for a minute Steve was able to re-position my epidural. I think I started to feel it take effect but because the contractions were soo close it didn't have a chance to actually work. So the next thing I know they are saying something about I am ready to push and getting all the equipment uncovered. Michelle had just barely made it back by this time. So it must have been an hour. I motioned to Josh to call my mom and have her come back to the hospital so they could be there when Bristol was born. That was 1:39 pm.
They put my legs in the stirrups and Josh was on one side and the nurses on the other and Dr. Sanders in catching position. Everyone was telling me I needed to push now and it would be quick.
Hell I was still whining waiting for my epidural to work. I was NOT going to push. Okay so they stuck my legs int eh stirrups and I figure I have no choice. Either get the pain over with and push or just prolong it and refuse. As if that would help anyone.
I look over and see an extra guy in the room. Very random I think, then I realize he is waiting for baby to check his lungs and what not. My next thought was fine, I don't want to make this guy wait all day and I turn back to my group of 4 supporters and just start pushing when they tell me. Of course I could feel the contractions, but I just didn't want to push. I was still not sure I was ready to have this baby here. I am not quite sure how many pushes it was exactly, but maybe like 6 to 9. And then I had a baby. He was born at 1:49p.m.
Yeah all that last little bit was in like 10 minutes. Josh got to cut the cord and Dr. Sanders handed me this warm slimy little baby covered in white stuff. He was precious, but I was still kinda waiting for someone to take him to be cleaned. While I sat there just staring at my little boy and just being in the moment Dr. Sanders delivered the placenta and gave me my all of ONE stitch. Seriously just 1. Awesome. I really didn't even feel him stitch me up. So they all went about their business cleaning up and I just got to hold my baby. Josh was right there and on the other side the strange man from the corner had come forward and just put a little hose of oxygen blowing by Bristol's face. He wasn't there that long and honestly I don't even remember him leaving or ever saying anything.
Shortly after my mom got there and Dega was so excited to see Bristol. Right away she just started telling everyone that's Britsol. You couldn't call him a baby, he's just Bristol to her. So while we nursed the little man Josh made his phone calls and texts (sorry if anyone didn't get a call or text, it was kinda crazy) and my mom called the store to let them all know.
Then they decided to weigh and measure him after a bit.
He weighed 7 pounds 6 ounces and was 19 inches long. Just one pound more than Talladega and the same length.
Dega was right at the nurses feet and stayed as close to Bristol as she could be.
After a while everyone had held him and Josh and the nurse took the baby to go get cleaned up and what a surprise, my epidural had kicked in.
My mom and Dega went home because it had been snowing all day and it was getting later and my mom didn't want to drive on icy roads. So by 5 we were in our recovery/ post partum room and that's when I realized we had gotten NO pictures. Ugh.
The rest of the night went awesome really baby stayed in our room until about 12:30 when he had nursed for the last time that night I was finally convinced to get a little sleep.
The next morning before we went home Josh went to the house and brought Dega back to the hospital so she could spend the morning with us until we were released from the hospital. Which was exactly 24 hours after Bristol was born.
