A week ago Tuesday, I went in for my 40 week check up with Dr. FancyOB. She said I was still sealed up tighter than Fort Knox and if she had to make a bet she'd guess they'd induce me on the 29th. So, I was all geared up for another 10 days of waiting. Maybe a good time to start yet another house improvement project, right?
On Thursday at work, I was having a lot of back pain. Chalked it up to the all the time I spent the night before sweeping and moping floors from the construction mess. That night, my back was still hurting. It kept me awake. So I thought I'd take a hot shower to help calm it down- but it didn't phase it. It's one in the morning, and I'm folding onesies. I feel a gush "down there" and it seemed like a lot of non-pee fluid in the crotchal area and it was tinged pink. It was such a surreal moment. Thinking, "this is probably it. This is the beginning of the end that will bring my little daughter into my arms. Oh, and it's gonna hurt like a mutha.
I got BigB out of his comatose sleep, and gently warned him that I thought my water had broke and thought I was having contractions. We called the doc and she told us to go to the hospital and they'd check everything out. Here's a play by play from there:
4:30 a.m.Arrive at Hospital
5:00 a.m.Get settled into room and get hooked up on monitors. Definitely havingcontractions about 3-4 minutes apart and feeling them big time.
6:00Test says my water didn't break, I wasn't dilated, but the contractions were thereal deal. Let's wait and see what happens.
7:00Staying in hospital. Dilated to 1. Contractions getting worse and almost all of inmy back (back labor). Thought there was supposed to be some easing into thepainful ones.
9:00Still not much progress. Contractions unbearable. Doesn't matter which littletricky position or mind games we tried (ball, on all fours, ice, jacuzzi tub, thedance - everything) nothing would ease or lessen the pain.
10:00I am ready to die. I ask please for the Lord to help me every 1 minute. I tellBigB that I am done now and I would like to go home please.
11:00They give me morphine. Nothing happens. I am pissed.
12:00They give me some other drug. It makes me sleepy. I sleep for one to two minutesuntil the next contraction begins. This sucks big time because I would relax and then it was like someone sticking an electrical current in my back.
1:00 pmDoctor determines that I am the whiniest gal in the ward. She concedes to an epidural even though I am only dilated to about 3. The nurse who has been withme all day is about to have a nervous breakdown of her own.
1:30 pmHoly crap I am in heaven. Worried about the epidural shot? Forget it. It isnothing. I have decided if this is what having a baby feels like, I'm having oneevery frekin' day. Nothin' wrong with this.
2:30 What's on tv?
3:00Think I'll take a nap.
3:30Nurse checks me for dilation. Ummm.....still a 3. let's jack up the pitocin!
4:00Watch rerun of some ridiculous movie
6:00Eat 500th cup of ice chips. Can't have anything but water till baby is born. Su-ucks. Niece brings BigB a hamburger and I make him eat it in the lobby.
6:30Nurse checks my innards again. I'm mayyyyybe a 3.5
7:00Listen to neighbor screaming in pain (get the epi, get the epi!)
7:30Doc inserts some kind of saline solution line back into my business. Apparentlylittle Lady Bug is showing signs of distress via her heart rate, so pumping moreliquid to her sac helps her feel a bit more comfortable.
8:00All family members are present. Just waiting for the action part of the evening tobegin.
9:00Doctor checks progress. 3.8. She calls it a 4 just to make me feel better becausethis is getting o-o-o-l-d.
9:30Doctor explains situation. LadyBug is sunnyside up (facing the wrong direction),is HUGE, and will probably never make it through the infamous canal without a lotta heartbreak and medical intervention. Recommends the "c."
9:31I agree. Let's get this show on the road.
10:00BigB is geared up in some sweet white scrubbies. I am wheeled down the hall tosurgery room #1.
10:15After getting my epidural all maxed out, they begin cutting into my abs. It isawesome. Not really. the whole thing was pretty disgusting to think about. I'drather not recall those sawing motions or the way they grabbed my junk andtossed it like a Caesar salad andwhatnot.
10:53I hear crying of a little baby.
10:54I see said crying little baby. Brian shows me her. Although I am sideways, I cantell she's healthy.
11:15I am wheeled back to my room where my darling husband has our littlesweetheart.
11:25I try to nurse little LadyBug. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but she suredoes. Loves the food just like her mom.
11:45Parade of family members ensue. Secretly wishing they would all go home and goto bed.
Day 2-4Lots of visitors and relatively little sleeping.
So, nothing real exciting. Just kind of your normal 18 hours of labor with nothing to show except a big c-shaped scar above my pubes. Oh, and that perfect little girl that is my daughter.
As I sit and type this, I have an almost 9 pound bundle wrapped in a fuzzy yellow blanket sitting on my lap. I can hardly believe it and the tears well in my eyes as I think of the shear amazingness (is that a word?) of it all.
Kate Geneva was born last Friday night after 18 hours of labor (more on that to come). She is healthy. She is beautiful. And she's mine.
I can hardly believe it. There are times when I am overwhelmed with the magnitude of it all. What a journey this has been and I know there is so much road left to travel.
I'll let a few pictures tell a million words that I cant:
Nothing going on. Nada. Zilch. Just continuing to wait and go CRAZY.
Oh wait, I already am crazy. Crazy for agreeing to this stupid remodel days before I'm due to give birth. There's that whole "nesting" thing that is in complete competition with the dust, dirt, sawdust, mayhem that has taken over my house.
I can't help but freak out. I'm supposed to be creating a serene, clean, inviting environment for this new little life and I can't even do a load of laundry because the W&D has been disconnected.
On top of everything else, BigB is completely overwhelmed at work so he's working long hours and bringing work home. So he can't help cook or clean - so I'm left to doing those things all by myself. I wish I could just ignore it, but I can't! I'm totally overwhelmed. And, I can't relax when it looks like a bomb has gone off in our house.
So, I guess I'm thankful LadyBug hasn't made her grand entrance yet. I need the weekend to get things figured out, cleaned up, and a little more peaceful.
Awwww, loooook. Wouldn't ya know it. She already loves her daddy more than me (I knew this would happen). Of course she complied with BigB's demands and turned head down and even dropped. I have a feeling that this will be a common theme for the next 18 years. Ignore mommy and get daddy wrapped around her little finger by doing whatever he says.
So, no c-section for now. Just wait, wait, and then wait some more. Um, patience is NOT one of my virtues.
Not only did FancyOB tell me that LadyBug was turned and headed south for the border, but that I had gained NINE pounds in water weight. Isn't that crazy? How does that happen? I know my fingers are swollen and it hurts to hold a pen, and that my face resembles Veronica Salt, but nine pounds? It's also been hotter than Satan's armpit in Seattle this week (to us Seattleites 85-90 degrees is HOT), so maybe that has something to do with it.
Didja look at that countdown? Only 15 days left! It's really hard to comprehend. A different two week wait altogether. My feeble mind is unable to make the cognitive connection that the thing inside my belly will be OUT in a few weeks (maybe less) and that it will be a bayyyyybeeeeeeee that I can hold. And rock. And sing to. It's a super strange concept. But, I'm ready. WAY ready:
Bloated fingers? Check. Bloated ankles? Check. Hormones en fuego? Check. Nursery ready? Heck no. Bag packed? Ummmm, no. Birth plan complete. Whatsa birth plan?
I'm ready mentally. Maybe not so much otherwise.
Get this - "we" decided last minute (i.e. Sunday) to have a contractor come in and redo the stairs that go to our basement/family room/laundry room. BigB is renting a jackhammer and smashing up the cement ones that are there now. For whatever reason, the steps were originally built for people with Lilliputian type feet. They are so narrow that every time I go down them (at least 10 times a day), I fear for my life. AND there's no handrail. AND the walls are ensconced in beautiful stained-pine panelling which make me feel like I live in an old nasty cabin.
Not sure why we waited until the last minute to get this done, but it seemed like a good idea to have a safe set of stairs considering we'll probably be traipsing up and down them with a BABY in a few weeks. It just took us awhile to figure that out.
I'll also get new flooring in the laundry room (hardwoods). Yay! And new light fixtures. Yay! But, a little stressful on the timing.
This afternoon we have another appointment with the OB. We'll see if LadyBug has decided to comply with all of BigB's pleadings (he's been sticking his face way down by "my business" and talking with her, as he was told this would "call" her toward his voice and make her go head down. Kind of cute, kind of weird). Can't wait to find out!