So, the day before Liam came can you guess where I was? Disney. Haha! I was at Epcot for most of the day with my sweet husband (who insisted on pushing me around in a wheelchair.. Liam probably would've come that night otherwise) and 2 of our friends. When we got home I bounced around on my yoga ball a bit. I had heard that helps to get labor started. Went to bed late as usual, around 1ish, since we typically sleep in on Sundays. Well, around 4:30 I awoke with contractions, I slept for a bit and by 5 I was completely awake with the contractions coming about every 3 minutes. I had worried about the contractions, never knowing what they would feel like. I was worried I would have them and not know that they were contractions. Or that I would mistake braxton hicks for the real thing. I grabbed my hospital bag and packed a few more things in it. I didn't want to overreact or anything so I waited until 7 to wake up my husband. He didn't freak out, he was actually pretty calm.
We got to the hospital around 7:30, and was hooked up to the monitors and when the doc came and checked me I was only at 3 cm. I was a bit disappointed considering I had been at 2 cm for at least 3 weeks. I was told to walk for 2 hours and come back. So, we walked around the empty hospital for 2 hours, I was having contractions the entire time! Ouch. It's funny to think I thought those contractions hurt... Anyways, we went back at 10am, and I was at 4cm. The doctor told me I was in active labor, but I still had a ways to go. So, I was given the option to stay and be put on pitocin, or go home only to come back in a couple of hours. We choose to stay and I was admitted right away and put on the pitocin within the hour.
At first I felt fine, I even let my husband leave the hospital to meet up with a friend who lived nearby for lunch. It wasn't long before the contractions began to hurt BAD. I asked for my epideral and texted my husband to come back. I guess I should have asked for the epideral before I was in such bad pain because it took him a good half hour or so to get there and then of course he wanted to walk me through what was going to happen and all I wanted to do was sign the freaking form. And then he either didn't do it right, or I did something wrong because he had to do it twice. Not enjoyable.
But once the epideral started working I felt so good. I wasn't in any pain and didn't even care when they put a catheter in me. Gross, I know. I watched tv and even got in a little nap. Around 8 my parents came to visit me. (They were already in town for business meetings, hoping Liam would come before they left). They had literally just left the room when I was checked and was at 10 cm!
At 9pm I started pushing and I still felt great, I couldn't even tell that I was really pushing. Which felt weird. I was thinking how the contractions pre epideral were so much worse than this and that this was super easy. After a few pushes all the sudden little by little I started feeling more pain. By the time Liam was coming out I was in SO much pain. I became one of the screaming ladies on tv, haha! I recall even saying at one point "Get him out!!" Oh goodness. I feel ridiculous, but that is the most pain I have ever been in. The doctor was telling me I could give myself more of my epideral medicine, so I did.. but it did not help at all. I was having such a hard time getting him out that the doctor gave me an episiotomy. Out he came! And they discovered Liam was holding his arm up in front of his face and that was one of the reasons I was having a hard time getting him out. I was so relieved that he was out. He was so beautiful and I could not believe he came out of me and that I had a baby! I thought it was all over. Nope.
I then had to get out the placenta, but I was still in so much pain. I was crying and the awful contractions just kept coming. So the doctor gave me a sedative, which at first didn't help at all and the doctor was pushing down on my stomach and such trying to get it out. HURT SO BAD. I just wanted to die. Eventually it came out, but it's really blury from there. I began to vomit. The sedative they gave me all the sudden made my heart rate drop dangerously low. I vaguely remember them trying to get me to respond to them and having an oxygen mask being put on me. I just remember the feeling of chaos.
I then remember vaguely the doctor telling me I had to go to surgery and something about a blood clot. I remember them waking me up after my surgery, but being so out of it I couldn't talk. I needed to vomit more, but couldn't seem to open my eyes nor talk. So I was making a box with my hands. Eventually someone figured out what I wanted. The doctor kept asking me questions and all I could do was give a weak thumbs up. I didn't want them to worry and I was hoping my husband wasn't freaking out too much. The next thing I remember was waking up in the recovery room with people who kept trying to keep me awake. I was so out of it, so drained and weak. They wouldn't even let me hold Liam. So, he lay in his box next to me and I just wanted my baby so bad. After about 2 hours I was finally taken to my room.
But once the epideral started working I felt so good. I wasn't in any pain and didn't even care when they put a catheter in me. Gross, I know. I watched tv and even got in a little nap. Around 8 my parents came to visit me. (They were already in town for business meetings, hoping Liam would come before they left). They had literally just left the room when I was checked and was at 10 cm!
At 9pm I started pushing and I still felt great, I couldn't even tell that I was really pushing. Which felt weird. I was thinking how the contractions pre epideral were so much worse than this and that this was super easy. After a few pushes all the sudden little by little I started feeling more pain. By the time Liam was coming out I was in SO much pain. I became one of the screaming ladies on tv, haha! I recall even saying at one point "Get him out!!" Oh goodness. I feel ridiculous, but that is the most pain I have ever been in. The doctor was telling me I could give myself more of my epideral medicine, so I did.. but it did not help at all. I was having such a hard time getting him out that the doctor gave me an episiotomy. Out he came! And they discovered Liam was holding his arm up in front of his face and that was one of the reasons I was having a hard time getting him out. I was so relieved that he was out. He was so beautiful and I could not believe he came out of me and that I had a baby! I thought it was all over. Nope.
I then had to get out the placenta, but I was still in so much pain. I was crying and the awful contractions just kept coming. So the doctor gave me a sedative, which at first didn't help at all and the doctor was pushing down on my stomach and such trying to get it out. HURT SO BAD. I just wanted to die. Eventually it came out, but it's really blury from there. I began to vomit. The sedative they gave me all the sudden made my heart rate drop dangerously low. I vaguely remember them trying to get me to respond to them and having an oxygen mask being put on me. I just remember the feeling of chaos.
I then remember vaguely the doctor telling me I had to go to surgery and something about a blood clot. I remember them waking me up after my surgery, but being so out of it I couldn't talk. I needed to vomit more, but couldn't seem to open my eyes nor talk. So I was making a box with my hands. Eventually someone figured out what I wanted. The doctor kept asking me questions and all I could do was give a weak thumbs up. I didn't want them to worry and I was hoping my husband wasn't freaking out too much. The next thing I remember was waking up in the recovery room with people who kept trying to keep me awake. I was so out of it, so drained and weak. They wouldn't even let me hold Liam. So, he lay in his box next to me and I just wanted my baby so bad. After about 2 hours I was finally taken to my room.
The next few days, seriously felt like a dream. As if I was in some kind of zombie state. I was very weak still and had a hard time moving. I stayed in the hospital until Wednesday. I was really glad to leave after that. Being home is good. No nurses coming in every 2 hours harassing me about feeding my baby.
I love my little boy. He is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't believe he came out of me. I can't believe Heavenly Father would let me be his mom. I'm so lucky. That's my labor story. Totally not what I expected. Very happy that all the problems that happened, happened to me and not to my sweet little baby. Very happy to have a healthy boy and knowledgeable doctors whose quick actions helped me.
I love my little boy. He is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't believe he came out of me. I can't believe Heavenly Father would let me be his mom. I'm so lucky. That's my labor story. Totally not what I expected. Very happy that all the problems that happened, happened to me and not to my sweet little baby. Very happy to have a healthy boy and knowledgeable doctors whose quick actions helped me.
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