I was scheduled to be induced the morning of August 2nd at 39w2d. I requested that date in particular because it was a Tuesday and my son was also born on a Tuesday the 2nd (of December 08). I thought it would be neat that they would have that in common.
I saw my doctor for my last appontment the day before and found out I was already about 3 cm dilated. He told me to go home and walk around, that I might come in the next morning already in labor. I actually kind of felt like it was coming and since my appointment was in the morning I decided to go home and NOT walk, for fear that I might have her before the next day. I held out that long so she would be born on the 2nd, I really didnt want her to be born at like 11:50 pm on the first. Although, that is something that would probably happen to me. I just relaxed, gathered some last minute things, and packed Dominic's overnight bag.
[our last picture as a family of three- the night before Isla was born]
Dropping Dominic off at my in-laws' house was bittersweet. I knew he would have a great time. He loves to spend the night there.. more than he likes being at home probably. Haha. It was just a very odd feeling knowing that this was his last night as our only child. That I would be leaving him and then changing his world. I suddenly felt such guilt, which is totally ridiculous. We always knew we wanted him to have a sibling, but that doesn't make the transition any easier. With my hormones on full-tilt, we left our boy and went home to attempt to get a good night's sleep.
Sleeping didn't really happen for me. I had so many thoughts going through my head. I finally fell asleep just a few hours before I had to be up the next morning. We had to be at the hospital at 6:30 am for check in.
I woke up around 5:00 am feeling very blah. I felt kinda crampy and just ready to be done. While getting ready to go, I noticed I was having contractions pretty often. As we drove to the hospital I had at least a few of them in the 15 minute drive, so I could tell they were pretty close. I thought 'good' maybe this meant that things were moving along already and it would be a little quicker than the labor I had with my son (which was only 9 1/2 hours so I can't really complain). I had no idea.
I got to the hospital right on time. The nurse showed us to our room and I got changed. She asked me if I was having contractions at all and I told her I was. She put me on the monitor so we could see them while I was getting registered. From about 7:00 am to about 7:45 am we were just completing all of my paperwork and waiting for my doctor to come by. During that time we could se that I was having regular contractions about 5 minutes apart. My doctor came in at about 7:45 am and had the nurse start my IV. He checked me and said I was 3-4 cm and more effaced than the day before, so that the contractions must be making progression. At that point he broke my water. As soon as he broke my water my contractions felt a bit stronger. The nurse who checked me in remarked that she would bet that I'd have the baby by lunch time. I thought she was crazy and jokingly told her not to get me excited.
At around 8:00 am the nurse started me on the regular initial dose of pitocin (4). Within minutes I was having contractions on top of each other, they weren't super painful but they didn't want the baby to get stressed out so they decided to turn it down to half the normal dose (2). That put me in a really good pattern. At about 10 am I was in a bit of pain and the nurse checked me. I was only 4 cm still but 80% effaced and she said the baby was super low. She turned the pit back up to 4. The contractions were ganging up on me then. They were coming one right after another and I wasn't able to compose myself in between. I asked for an epidural around 10:30. The nurse said the anesthesiologist was in another room doing someone else's and that she would page a different one.
Finally he arrived at like 11:15. I got my epi and since I had literally just gone pee before he got there she said she'd check me first and then wait a few minutes before doing my catheter. She checked me and said I was about 7 cm and no wonder I was in so much pain. At that point I was glad to hear I had progressed to that point because I moved pretty quickly after 7 cm with my last labor. She said she was going to check on a few things and to push the button if I started feeling pressure. She also ran my IV antibiotics at that time (because of my heart condition I have to have antibiotics for almost any medical procedure).
About a half hour later I started feeling a bit of pressure. Just as I was looking for my call button, she came back to check me. She lifted up the sheet and immediately told me not to push, that she was calling my doctor back. He arrived right at noon exactly and got suited up. They asked me if I wanted to use the mirror and I said yes. A nurse tech asked if we wanted her to take pictures, we said yes. Right as she was asking which side she should stand on my doctor goes, "you better pick a side this baby is coming out and you're going to miss it!".
He told me to feel for the next contraction. I felt one coming and asked him if I could push. He replied, "sure, but her head is already coming out." It literally came out just with the contraction. He said to go ahead and push her body out and I did. One push! They never had time to give me my catheter after the epidural and I didn't get to use the mirror either because she came so quick- 12:08 pm.
They immediately laid her on my chest and wiped her off. Our little Isla Michelle was here. She was pink and crying beautifully. At that point they discovered that she had a true knot in her cord. The nurse made sure to get a picture of it. They told me how lucky she was and how rare and dangerous a true knot is. I was so emotional. I let them weigh and measure her at that point- 6 lbs 15.2 oz and 19.5" long. Smaller than we thought she would be! We had skin to skin and she's a great nurser. Just over 4 hours and 1 push. I can't believe how easy it was. She is so adorable :)