Part 2 of the birth story...
Day 3: So that morning at 6am I found out that the doctor I wanted to deliver Miss P decided to go home. He was sure I wasn't going to deliver in the next few hours and didn't think their was a need to hang around after his shift. Well ... he was right but it still sucked! Anyways the doctor that did take care of me that day randomly happened to be the same doctor I saw at my 38 and 39 week check-ups. This was the doctor I saw when my original doctor was all booked up (snow storms ruin everything!).
So the doctor came in and told me that Miss P was going to be born one way or another TODAY! This is because my water had broken about 18 hours or so ago. They typically do not allow a woman in labor to go more than 24 hours with a broken water due to infection and other complications. Therefore, they checked how dilated I was and I was only about a 3cm! Boo! So they increased my dosage of Pitocin, OUCH! After a few more hours, my epidural was starting to wear off and I was HURTING. I have never ever in my life felt a pain as I did that day! They say a woman forgets...I tell you people I will NEVER in my life forget that pain!
Anyways, around 8am, I was about 9 centimeters dilated! whooo hoo! But my cervix still needed to thin out some more! I was still in a lot of pain so I told the doctors that when it was time to start pushing I needed more pain medication. The person giving me the pain meds said she would give it to me now so that I can relax before I start pushing. I told her I rather be in pain now so that I can concentrate on pushing and not the pain. The dumb lady gave it to me anyways (I was pissed)! I was still happy to have some relief from the pain for a bit though.
So after an hour or so I was thinned out enough to start pushing! My heart was racing and I was so excited it made me nervous! After 3 pushes I realized the epidural had wore off!! Oh my gosh! I was SO mad, I fussed at the nurse who was instructing me to push, but at this point there was nothing they could do.
So this was the point when things get scary and intense (so I was told a few weeks later by Mr. G)...
I have been instructed at this point that I am to push at every contraction for 10 second 4 times each contraction. So at first I was doing good. Odn the good pushes they could see her head but she always went back up in the birth canal. I did this for 2 full hours! Mr. G was so amazing and was such a good coach! He fed me ice chips in between pushes and reminded me that I need to relax no matter how much pain I was in, because when I didn't the babies heart rate would go sky high!
Anyways, so after about an hour and a half I started to get light headed and I was having a hard time concentrating on what was going on. A few times I went cross eyed and everything would fade into black, I think it was from pushing so hard and for so long. The only thing I can remember at this point was nurses started to come in and out of the room and Bobby grabbing my hand telling me it was going to be OK.
Then the doctor and a few nurses came into the room and the put oxygen on me and the doctor told me to stop pushing. I was so relieved to be given a break that I didn't notice 3 more nursing coming into the room and the doctor looking at the monitor papers and whispering something to the nurse. Then he proceed to explain to me ... (well more so to Mr. G) that Miss P's heart rate was dangerously high (250 bpm) and my blood pressure was dangerously low (70/ 50), and that before things got worse I could no longer try pushing and had to have a c-section right away. Oh my heart sank! I worked so hard pushing that I thought for sure my baby was on her way soon.
After the doctor explained things to me and I signed some papers I realized that the c-section at this point was the best thing for me and the baby, but I couldn't help be scared out of my mind!!! I had no clue things were so bad that I had to stop pushing.
From here on out I don't really remember too much but being carted into surgery (according to Bobby not as fast as he would have liked but quickly) My mom came by and told me everything would be alright and she will be praying for me.
As soon as I was all prepped and ready to go Mr. G was allowed in the surgery room. I was really nervous because they had given me medicine for the surgery but I could still feel my contractions and was still in pain. I told them not to start because I didn't think my medicine was working so they gave me 2 more doses. I think I they barely gave me enough because I could feel everything! It was painful and it hurt! So much pressure, pulling, tugging, tools being set on my chest! It was intense!
I have no idea how much time it takes but the doctor told me that she was almost here and for Mr. G to get ready to take photos!!!
When she came out and I heard that first cry... I started bawling!!! I was so happy that she was OK and that it was all over with!
They brought her over to me and I got to kiss her. But because of everything I went through that day, I could not get my eyes to focus on her. I cried even more because my first opportunity to see her and meet my baby girl was ruined because the amount of drugs that were in my system had me in a bit of a shock.
That day was the best day of my life. And I would do it all over again, every contraction, every tear and all these weeks of pain just to have this miracle in my life.
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