Prequel: From Bed Rest to the Lobby of the Hospital
About 5 minutes later, the lights on the ceiling began to move back and forth, the people in the room became silhouettes and spoke like Charlie Brown (wa wa wa wa) and my mouth felt as if it was full of sand.
On August 9th, I went to my OB for a blood pressure test. My BP had been high for most of my pregnancy and I was being closely monitored for preeclampsia. That day, my BP was extremely high and I was quickly admitted to the hospital at 11:30am. The hospital put me in a holding room and monitored me for about two hours, my BP didnt come down.
My OB called and asked for me to be put into a birthing room. I was induced at 1:30pm with Cervidil. Cervidil gave me really bad cramps which I thought was labor. My husband and I started to count the amount of time between each cramp. When the nurse came to check my progress at 2 am on August 10th, I was surprised to find out that I was only dilated 1 cm and not fully effaced.
At 2:30am, I was given Pitocin to help me along and contractions started about a half hour later. I labored for about 2 hours and still didn’t want an epidural. I asked for something to ease the pain and was given Stadol.
About 5 minutes later, the lights on the ceiling began to move back and forth, the people in the room became silhouettes and spoke like Charlie Brown (wa wa wa wa) and my mouth felt as if it was full of sand. I was choking, I couldn’t swallow. I asked for water countless times and all I was handed were ice chips. I could hear that my speech was slurred and I was not making sense. I knew what I wanted to say but the words would not form. I thought that Bryan had left me and could not say his name. I was so scared and all I could think was, “Why do people do drugs? Is this what it feels like?” I felt completely out of control. My husband, Bryan was there the whole time. He said the nurses didn’t really pay much attention to the reaction until he went in the hallway and said he thinks that I am having an allergic reaction to the drug. They started pushing fluids, I guess to push it out of my system.
When I finally came back to reality, all I wanted to do was sleep but the contractions were so strong that I opted for the epidural (9:15 am). At around 1:35 pm, I was 8 cm dilated and they started to wean me off the epidural. They told me to inform them when I could feel the contractions. I didn’t feel them until the epidural was completely turned off. The room was prepped for delivery and my OB entered the room. She said, “If you feel like you have to poop, push into your rectum.” “She wants me to do WHAT?!”, I thought. “I don’t want to poop on the table in front of my husband.” Well I did as she said and pushed, and every push felt as if I was going to poop myself. I pushed and pushed and I remember feeling discouraged and that I wasn’t getting anywhere. I felt excruciating pain every time I pushed but didn’t feel as if the baby had moved down. My OB said that she could see the baby’s hair. I told her she was lying, I started to cry and felt like giving up. My OB, told me to use my frustration and push. I pushed with all my might, a couple of good pushes and the head was out.
Suddenly, my OB started to yell, “DON’T PUSH, DON’T PUSH!” She turned to the other nurses and said, “Cord.” I felt the need to push but without my OB saying a word knew the cord was around my baby’s neck. My OB was pushing her back into me with one hand and holding scissors in the other. She worked on her for what seemed like forever, then finally she said “PUSH!” I gave two more big pushes over her shoulders, one more and the rest of her slipped out with ease.
She was finally born after 45 mins of pushing at 6:26 pm. They laid her on my chest and she was blue and not crying. Something was wrong. They picked her up and worked on her across the room from me. They rubbed her, sucked out her orifices, patted her…still no cry. Then the nurse turned her over and spanked her HARD on the back, while another nurse called the NICU. I was petrified. I kept asking, “Why isn’t she crying?” and everyone’s answer every time was, “She’s fine.” Finally I yelled, “She is not fine. If she were fine she would be here with me and she would have cried.”
Finally, she cried. She was 6lbs 11oz, 20 in long and absolutely perfect. I cried and finally held my baby girl in my arms. It was the best day of my life.