For all of you wanting to know the lovely details:
3 am, Friday March 14th - Awake with seemingly regular contractions.
Gabe goes to work, and I start dutifully tracking the times of each contraction. By lunch time, they're consistently 8-10 minutes apart. I went to see my doctor and discovered that I was still only dilated 1 cm. After Gabe got home from work, we went back to the doctor. Still 1 cm. Still contracting every 8-10 minutes. Dr. Crownover (wonderful name for an obgyn) assured us that this was the real thing, and now we'd just wait for things to pick up. I called my mom, and she arranged to get on a flight to arrive Saturday evening. We all assumed she would have to meet us at the hospital, quite posssibly with Liam already born. Hah!
3 am, Saturday March 15th - Gabe comes down with awful food poisoning. I'm still contracting.
10 am, Saturday March 15th - Contractions are stronger and closer (5-8 minutes apart). Gabe is still dashing for the bathroom.
We made a Wal-Mart run for some necessities, both of us using the cart for support. I'm sure we looked entirely pathetic.
12 am, Sunday March 16th - My mom arrives. Still contracting every 5-8 minutes.
We skip church...
6am Monday, March 17th - St. Patrick's baby?
Back to Dr. Crownover to see how things are progressing. Still 1 cm. Still contracting. We drive out to Fayetteville, eat at Common Grounds, shop at Ozark Natural Foods, and walk the mall. A delightful time of regular contractions continues...
6 am Tuesday, March 18th - Still contracting.
We drive out to the Promenade for some quality dashing from store to store in the rain.
8 am Wednesday, March 19th - Scheduled Drs. appointment. Still 1 cm. Still contracting.
More long walks.
10 am Thursday, March 20th - Still contracting. Called Dr. Crownover and arranged to have my water broke the next morning.
6 am Friday, March 21st - Admitted to Siloam Springs Memorial Hospital. Attached to a ridiculous number of monitors, cords, and an IV...
8am - Dr. Crownover breaks my water with a nifty crochet hook, but it only comes out as an irritating trickle. (Still only dilated 1 cm)
10 am - Danielle, my fantastic first nurse, starts me on pitocin.
Over the next 8 hours, she continues to increase the amount of pitocin every 30 minutes. The contractions grow closer together, every 1-2 minutes, but are still relatively painless. Gabe, my mom, and I watch countless design programs on HGTV, they eat lunch from Taqueria El Rancho, and I'm served a trayful of assorted liquids (juice, tea, veggie broth, jello, etc...). I also had a large Horchata...yum.
Every hour or so, Gabe or my mom would come an unhook me from the monitor, remove my blod pressure cuff, and wheel the IV behind me inot the bathroom. All those liquids...
6 pm - Dr. Crownover comes back to check me. A whopping 2 cm...
He breaks my water again, and this time it gushes everywhere. And it keeps gushing. It's reminiscent of continually peeing your pants. Lots of fun.
7 pm - the contractions are really starting to pick up. I now have to breathe through each of them, and Gabe and my mom switch off rubbing my back with a tennis ball.
8 pm - It really hurts.
A sample of the next 2 hours:
8:01 pm - Contraction peaks (no, there was no gradual climb in intensity), lasts for a minute, and fades away.
8:03 pm - Next contraction starts as soon as the last one backs off. Lasts another minute.
8:06 pm - After a nice 2 minute break... Contraction peaks, lasts for a minute, and fades away.
8:08 pm - Next contraction starts as soon as the last one backs off. Lasts another minute.
This pattern continues, except the pain increases each time.
9 pm - I want an epidural.
10 pm - The anesthesiologist, Charlie, arrives. His bedside manner is sorely lacking, but he gives a good epidural.
10:15 pm - relief!
10:30 pm - 7:30 am Saturday morning: my body does the work, and I sleep through it.
Gabe sleeps on a fold out chair which threatens to collapse in on him; my mom sleeps on a hard chair while leaning on the table... They envy my fancy bed that adjusts at the push of a button.
7:30 am - Melissa, the new nurse, checks me. 10 cm!!!
8:05 am - I start pushing every other minute.
8:51 am - Liam is born!
He is only slightly slimey, has a major conehead (which, thankfully, goes away that same day), and he is staring at me. Gabe says something, and Liam immediately turns his head toward his voice.
After a few minutes on my belly, they take him to the other side of the room and Gabe watches while they clean him up, and do I don't know what else.
After delivering the placenta, which really felt weird, and giving me three stitches, Dr. Crownover left us with our new baby.
We stayed in the hospital until noon on Easter, and then we drove around the corner to our home.
The Cone Head
Over a week of labor + 8 lb. 15 oz. baby = exhausted Mama
Wow, that's quite a story. Luke's little brother had a daughter yesterday, and I'm terribly disappointed that we couldn't be there, but now I have some great scenarios to imagine. I can't believe you were in labor for a week.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, congratulations! I'm very happy for your little family.
You had quite the labor! I'm sure you're relieved it's over. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteLiam looks like a sweetheart, sucking your finger.
Aaaaaw! That totally made me tear up! Such a SPECIAL moment to hold him for the first time, I'm sure! I'm so so thankful everything was so safe even if it did take forever. Praise the LORD!
ReplyDeletePS. I've been sick so we'll just wait till I'm truly better to have a peek, k? :)
Dorothy and Gabe,
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your beautiful baby son! What a darling! Dorothy, your labor story reminded me of mine, in so many ways: Charlie, the crotchety yet expert anesthesiologist, the assorted liquid lunch the hospital provides, the icky feeling of water breaking, and so much more. Oh, and the exhaustion . . . the first 2 months are the toughest.
So glad you finally have him. I'm trying to remember the date of the last time we saw each other--I'm sure it was in March, at the Walmart deli section. Do you still crave feta?
Anyway, we're very happy for you,
Amanda and Jonathan
aka the Doctors Himes
I was so excited to see pictures of little Liam and his grandmas. And I found your account of the big event to be delightful, although I'm sure it wasn't delightful at the time. I've never known anyone with a week long labor (until now)...I guess Liam wasn't sure he wanted to leave his comfy nest for the unknown. Perhaps he'll be a kid who thinks long and hard before he leaps into the unknown!!
ReplyDeleteMuch love and happiness to all of you from Grandma Gen