Macadamia Nut was due on May 13th, the day came and went. I had an induction date of May 20th and I was about 80% sure I would be induced. On Friday, the 15th, I was pretty uncomfortable. I felt like there was a ton of pressure going on down there. I even told Hubs we needed to go to L&D and demand they break my water. He told me I was being silly. That night, I went to bed and woke up around 2 am with contractions. I tried to go back to sleep but still rolled around. Contractions were every 20-30 minutes until around 5 when I they were about 7-10 minutes apart. I woke up Hubs and told him it was time to go.
And that was the calmest portion of the day.
May 16th is Armed Forces Day and apparently, a lot of little future servicemen wanted to be born. L&D was insane. They were also short staffed. When we arrived, there was another woman in triage as well, she was very dramatic to say the least. We were in triage for almost an hour. During that hour, my contractions increased in intensity and got closer (about 3-4 minutes). I kept asking where the midwife was, the nurse, the drug man, anyone. I also thought I wasn’t going to get admitted. Irrational, I know.
Finally a doctor came in and did a check for the midwife who was busy delivering a baby, I was already at 5 centimeters and pretty much completely effaced. No going home for us! Macadamia Nut was on his way. The nurse came in and got my IV started because I was strep group B positive and needed antibiotics. I asked for some IV meds while we waited for the anesthesiologist to arrive. I got some and it did nothing but make me sleepy in between contractions. It didn’t help with the pain of them at all.
We met our nurse, who was awesome, and the midwife came to check. They both concluded that labor was going fast and I might not have time for an epidural. There was only 1 anesthesiologist on the floor and there was also 2 c-sections going on that needed his attention. Not to be rude, but I told Hubs I needed him. And I needed it now. We asked for him to come as soon as possible. In between contractions, I tried to remain calm, I tried to sleep a little bit. During contractions, I pretty much screamed “cut him out of me right MEOW!” After each contraction was over, I felt so rude for yelling and screaming but Hubs assured me that I was fine. He was a great coach and counted down all my contractions.
Finally the anesthesiologist showed up and gave me an epidural. It promptly made my left leg go numb. And that’s it. I still felt everything in my pelvic area. It was terrible. The entire time he was working, I kept thinking, “this is the last hard contraction, you can do this.” And then it didn’t work! Since I had an epidural, I had to get a catheter. Have you ever had one without pain meds? Holy shit. No. I almost punched the nurse.
I kept contracting. The midwife did a check because I kept telling her about all this pressure. Macadamia Nut was sunny side up (as in looking up instead of face down, like he had been for the PAST 6 WEEKS). So, they wanted to rotate me every 30 minutes to get him to move but laying on my right side was pretty much impossible because it hurt just to roll that way. The anesthesiologist came back in to give me another epidural because the first one just was not working. By now it was 12:30, we had been there since 6 and I was so done. I wanted the epidural to work so the pain would end.
Macadamia Nut had other ideas.
As I sat with my back curled, anesthesiologist at work, mid-contraction, my water broke. That’s when shit got crazy. No time for drugs now. I seriously thought I was going to lay down and feel a head in between my legs. No such luck but I did have to lay down immediately. The poor anesthesiologist, who didn’t normally work L&D, got a front side ticket to the show. I was sweating so much, my IV came untaped. The anesthesiologist was working hard to retape it but it was time to push. Like, I should have been pushing yesterday. Nurses came in to assist and I started pushing.
This is the point where I freaked out. I thought for sure I was going to be ripped apart. I mean, contractions without pain meds was hard but I thought the epidural would be in before the baby was pushed out. No such luck. Pushing him out was so hard. Even harder because he was still looking up but I did it. I feel pretty proud but I still would never choose to do it again. Call me a wimp but modern science invented the epidural and I want one if we ever have another kid. For reals.
Once he came out, he immediately peed. Everywhere. It was pretty funny. The midwife was very into mother-baby time. The nurse gave a quick wipe down and then stuffed him into my shirt. We had over an hour of skin-to-skin time. We waited until the umbilical cord was completely empty before Hubs cut it. It was really nice. I didn’t even mind being covered in birth yuck.
Macadamia Nut was born at 1253 on 16 May 2016, roughly 7 hours after being admitted to the hospital. By 3 pm, we were in recovery. Fastest delivery out of all 3. I still can’t believe it. After being pregnant for a year and a a half, we could not believe that he was here.
|7 pounds, 7 ounces. 19 3/4 inches long, perfect|
And we are so thankful.