May 5, 2010
At 8:30am, I called labor and delivery to see if I could come in for my induction. About an hour later, Tyson and I, my parents, siblings and my grandma, glared at the monitors that had been hooked up to me, expecting for something (ANYTHING!) to happen. Nothing. I was barely effaced and not dilated.
I was then given misoprostol ("miso") to thin out my cervix and after four hours, only thinned out to about 40%. They then gave me ANOTHER miso, which can only be given every 4 hours, and a little action occurred. After every dose of miso, I had to lay flat for an hour so that they gel would stay in place and after 8 hours of laying down, I was getting antsy and impatient. At about 1030pm, after my mom and dad, sister and grandma left my room (they kept me company while Tyson ate/changed/walked Sonny) I started complaining of backache. About an hour later, contractions set in. An hour after that, my water broke. At this point, I was completely effaced and dilated 1 cm. So after 15 hours, I was only in the beginning stages of labor. Time flew by though and with my family and Tyson's support, I wasn't in that much pain. Just bored and ready to hold my baby!
May 6, 2010
Tyson and I prepared for a long labor, so we brought items to entertain us. We figured that a watching a movie, "Knocked Up", would kill 3 hours and would be a distraction from the mundane wait. It was anything but that. I began having contractions about 1-2 minutes apart and was unaware of how similar they are to menstrual cramps. I had heard that they felt like cramps, but didn't anticipate the pain. The nurse kept asking what my pain level was and while I hurt, it wasn't anything I couldn't breathe through. They began some pain relief with the use of ibuprofen, then moved to morphine and finally another pain medication (can't remember the name). At this point I was drinking water so I was getting up to go to the restroom every 20 minutes and with every step, my pain would increase. At about 4am, the nurse came in and said that I looked too uncomfortable and that if I wanted, they could give me an epidural.
At 4:05am I was only dilated at 1.5
The epidural was EASY! I expected all of this awful crying pain (thanks to TLC's Baby Story), but I felt absolutely nothing. Within minutes, I was sitting up, chatting and reading my magazines. My anesthesiologist, Gail, became my new best friend.
For the next several hours, I was turned from side to side to get my blood flowing and because Max preferred one side to the other. The nurses had trouble finding his heartbeat because he would move so frequently. My contractions were now 2-3 minutes apart and at 3ish in the afternoon, I was dilated to 4cm. At this point, after I was checked by a doctor, I kept asking how much longer for this process to speed up before they would start thinking about a C-section. They always responded that it would take as long as needed. Looking back, I wish I was more persistent. I should have demanded a C-section after 16 hours because deep down, I knew Max was gonna be a big guy and I knew that he was too comfortable to leave willingly.
At about 5pm, they hooked Max and I up to an internal monitor that detected my contractions and his heartbeat from the inside. From this, they were hoping to see how I was contracting and whether or not it was safe for Maxon to proceed. After attempting to place the monitors twice, they gave up and hooked me back up to the external pods. Then it happened......
A little after 6, three doctors walked in the room, as well as my nurse. They informed us that nothing was working and that because of the long wait and not getting anywhere, that a C-section was recommended. We both replied "Let's do it!" And with that response, all hell broke loose. I was given more fluids, more pain meds and had nurses and doctors assuring me of the procedure. Tyson suited up in scrubs (which were size mediums!) and waited outside the room until I was prepped for surgery. Surprisingly, I was at ease. I was excited to have Max in my arms, but so unsure of what to expect. I had studied for labor, not surgery! At 6:43pm, I looked over my right shoulder at the clock, saw Tyson walk in and sit by my side, joining me behind a blue blanket separating us from our son. Tyson soothed me as I felt incredible pressure. At 6:54pm, one of the nurses asked if we wanted a picture of Maxon as he came out and just like that, he was out. At 6:56 our Maxon peeked out from the top of the blanket, all gooey. His face was priceless! Kind of confused, kind of pissed. We melted.
As I was stitched up, Maxon was cleaned and measured. He began crying, but Tyson was able to calm him down. In the home video, Maxon is crying and crying, but once he recognizes Tyson's voice, he stops. It is the most perfect father/son bonding experience I have ever seen. Maxon's APGAR was 8 and 9, which is perfect and for his weight???????
The Mann family, Great Aunt Rachel and Cousin Morgan stopped by to see our beautiful boy. He was wide awake and made adorable faces and noises.