After my induction was canceled on Wednesday, I decided not to get too excited about the whole having a baby thing until we were in the room on Friday. We did bring Baylor and Nadia to my mom's house in case they didn't reschedule me, but I was apprehensive with Hurricane Ike rapidly approaching. School was closed in Lafayette Parish, so I was worried.
I woke up early Friday morning and called the hospital like I was told to do. They told me to get there between 5:15 and 5:30!
We got to the hospital and went right to the admit desk. They completed all of my paper work and then informed us that starting at 8 am the hospital was going to be on hurricane lockdown, which meant that I could have only one visitor until the lockdown was over. David was with me, so I had to call my parents and tell them that they couldn't come. David's parents had already decided not to come because of the hurricane and because his dad was sick. The nurses and other staff weren't allowed to leave until the lockdown was over, either.
Anyway, the nurse checked me about 7 am, and I was only 2 cm dilated, which meant my body had a lot of work to do. The pitocin was started at 7:15, and then my doctor came in about 8:30 to break my water. The contractions started coming more regularly, and they increased in intensity. I had decided beforehand that I was going to ask for my epidural way before I needed because I almost missed my chance to have one when Nadia was born, and I didn't want to take that risk...About 11:30 I told the nurse that I was getting uncomfortable, and that I'd be ready for my epidural soon. She checked me and I was 4 cm, so she called the epi doc...meanwhile, I got a dose of Nubain to take the edge off.
I got the epidural at noon, and I napped on and off. A funny story: While I was getting the epidural, I had to lean forward and rest on David's chest while the doctor cleaned and prepped my back. When he started inserting needles, David started dry heaving. He did that a couple of times, and the nurse said, "Dad, are you alright? She had to buzz the nurses' desk and ask for some juice for dad. He kept saying he was fine, and finally I said, "Please don't puke in my hair!" He sat down in the chair and his face was so white and chalky. I asked him if it was gross, and he said no, it was the combination of watching the doctor stick a big needle in his wife's back and the fact that he hadn't really eaten that day.
The nurse checked me about 1:30, and I was ready to push. She wasn't ready yet, because she didn't think I dilate that fast. I had tried to tell her that the same thing happened when I delivered Baylor and Nadia, but I guess she didn't believe me! Anyway, she ran around turning on the baby warmer, setting up the baby equipment, calling the doctor to update him, etc...I was fine with the delay because my epidural REALLY worked, and I couldn't feel a thing. I actually had to look at the monitor to tell if and when I was having a contraction.
When it was time to start pushing, she and David had to each grab a leg and put them up in the stirrups because I couldn't feel anything at all! I grabbed each knee, and pushed, but I could only feel the push in my face...apparently I did it right because the nurse kept telling me I was doing great.
Dawson kept going back up after every contraction, and his heartrate would drop down to the 60's during each contraction, so she guessed that the cord was probably wrapped around his neck. This made me scared, but she said not to worry that it happened a lot.
She also thought he was flipped the wrong way, and called in another nurse to verify. At this point I felt like everybody and the janitor had checked me and my progress so I didn't really care. This other nurse said she felt his nose, which meant his face was forward instead of the top of his head, and that he was flipped looking at the ceiling instead of looking at the floor. She reached in and flipped him, and again, I was so very happy that I had the epidural because I didn't feel a thing.
After he was flipped, my pushing really started to be effective. I pushed maybe 8 more times before he was actually born. I did need two stitches, which is very minor. The cord was around his neck, which explained his heartrate during the contractions, but it wasn't tightly wound around his neck, so there was nothing to be concerned about.
He was born at 2:43 pm weighing 8 lbs 9 oz. He was 21 inches long.
The hurricane lock down was lifted later that afternoon, and my parents brought Nadia and Baylor over for a visit. Baylor was SO excited to see and hold his little brother. It was so cute to see him. Nadia didn't really know what to think.
My parents said that he looks just like I did when I was a baby, and today that brought pictures that actually prove it. I'll post them after I scan them.