Well, I had gotten a message from the OB stating on Friday Aug 1st, stating that she had scheduled the induction for Wednedsay August 6th, and to call her if we have any questions. So, Monday the 4th I called because I was not really sure what she was talking about and was a bit concerned. She realized she didn't mention it to us, but told us that as a backup, if we wanted her to do the induction that she would.
So, since we had our last OB appointement on Thursday 8/7, we changed it to Wednesday to see what we could see.
So we go in, and she does the vaginal, which was less painfull than prior, and tells us that my effacing is almost done, but that I am not dialated, and then says hmm, the baby has not dropped. What?? the baby had dropped last week, and the week before, so what was the deal??? So she takes us into the sonogram room to check him out, and see that he has flipped back into the breech position!!! So, we freaked out a little, and decided to plan to go to the hospital at 6:30 the next morning, and she would give me the Nubain, and epidural and some other medicine to make my uterus relax, and see if she could manually flip the baby. She said to go home and try to relax, and enjoy our last night before becoming parents. If the flipping worked, she would induce labor, and I would have the baby. If not, she would do a cesaerean, and we would be parents within the hour. Exciting times. Really, we were very excited. I was pretty nervous too, because we had not even thought about the possibilty of a c-section. I knew nothing about it. There was a 2 out of 3 chance that the flipping would work, but that she was very skilled at c-sections and to not worry about it. She answered all our questions, and told me it was okay to go home and take a xanax, which I did, twice, and tried to relax. We called all the parents and told them the story, and that they should be at the hospital around 8 or 9. Dad of course, was either too excited to hear what I said or forgetful, because he showed up at the hospital at 7:30 expecting to see a baby. I told everyone at the hospital NOT to let dad find out the name, because he was a snoop and would try to get it figured out by sneaking a peek in a chart, or something. They all agreed, adn we didn't tell them the name anyways...
So, we relaxed that day, and stayed home and held each other alot. Adam was super excited and helped calm me down. I was able to sleep reaonably well, considering what the next day would bring, and we got up at 5:30, showered, and went to the hospital.
We walked into the delivery area (through the heavy double doors) and I immediately saw a room to the left (the first room) with the door open and the lights on and the bed turned down, and thought, ooh, someone is going to be having a baby in that room. I wonder where they are?? Then, we met Pamela (I think was her name) and she was blonde and awesome. She called herself a gypsy!!! hehe She told us hello, and led us into that room. I was scared being so close to the waiting room, but that couldn't be helped. She was very funny, and helped me relax some. Then Jo came in. She was the anesthesiologist. We called her Dr. Feelgood. She told me all about the epidural, and told me what would happen. I needed to sit on the side of the bed, and roll my head down to my chest and lean forward. She would then insert a needle in my back to deaden the area, and then would insert another bigger needle into my spine area, and I needed to stay very very calm. She would then stick a smaller needle through the bigger needle into my spine which would inject the fluid, and the stint would stay there throughout the procedure. I immediatley told them that I was supposed to get the Nubain, and they gave me that and something to help me relax. At that time, Delin arrived bright and bushy tailed, excited about the coming events. She told them the drugs to give me, and they did, and I then began crying hysterically, and all the nurses watched and waited for me to get it together. Adam held me so tight and told me it would be okay, and then all of a sudden I got really quit and leaned my head down and held Adam so close, and let Jo do what she needed to do. She finished and said I did wonderful, of course I was crying again out of relief that it was over, and momentarily I felt more numb on my left side than on my right. The nurses wet a cotton ball and told me to tell them if it felt EXACTLY the same on my chest, as it did when they rubbed it on my tummy and legs. I could feel the pressure, but not the coldness, which I guess was what I was supposed to feel. She rubbed it back on my checst to be sure that the sensation was different, which it was, and I was doing just fine.
Shortly thereafter, Delin came in and was going to start the manual turning of the baby. She tried really hard 3 times, and he would turn about 2/3 of the way and then pop back. She tried on both sides of me, and just couldn't get him to turn. So she told me she was going to do the c-section. They got Adam dressed in the scrubs, and wheeled me down the short hallway to the Operating Room. I was pretty loopy at this point. I mean, I remember most of it. Adam was right by my side the whole time. The dr's had put up this 2 foot curtain in front of me so I could not see what was going on, but Adam kept looking over the curtain and kept me informed. I was concerned I would hear the cutting, but didn't. There was a radio playing music in the backgound, and Adam and sang to each other as the baby was being born. I heard Delin tell me tht she had a leg, and then another leg, and then the head got stuck, but she got it out. And Adam said the umbilical cord was REALLY LONG!! That was kind of funny to me. And then, no crying. "Honey, why isn't he crying?" And he told me they were cleaning him up. And then, "HONEY, WHY ISN'T HE CRYING????" "I don't know. They are working on him, and taking care of him, don't worry." And then, moments later, ahhhh crying. I was scared because it took a bit of time, but alas, I heard his squeaky little cry. It was so refreshing. It was a nice cry I thought. During his birth, we were singing "Love Songs" by Paul McCartney. That was the song we were singing to each other when our little baby Jacob was born. I used to always sing Beatle's songs, and know that whatever was going on in my life would be okay, because I was singing Beatles' songs. And this was close enough!!!
They brought the baby up to my face, and said "here is your baby!" I told the nurse that he was too close to me I couldn't see him! I was wearing my contacts, and couldn't see him inches from my face. But what I didn't know is that they were trying to pose me as I gave baby his first kiss. But they didn't tell me that!! :) Anyways, there are pictures of this! And he was ADORABLE!!
So, they sowed me up, and moved me to the recovery room (#102) right across from the ice machine. A story I will tell you later.
Jacob is beautiful, and I really loved having the C-section, and think I will have another one in the future. Recovery was so much easier!!!
I love my little baby Jacob!!!
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