In the last post on April 22 I was asking myself if I would make it through the 39th week of pregnancy or if I would go into labor. Now I sit here as a proud mom of a one-week old beautiful baby boy! For those of you who haven't heard the story, I'll recap the series of very FORTUNATE events.
After the comments from my doctor on 4/22 and concern for me going into labor, Eric and I decided that Friday April 23 would be my last day of school. My school is about 30 minutes away from the hospital- with no traffic- so we didn't want to worry about making it to the hospital in time. School was great that day: I told my students and co-workers that I wouldn't be coming back on Monday due to my progression. My 4th period class had been planning a surprise baby shower for me for Monday but after I had told one of my students early that morning, they changed all the arrangements to that day. It was so nice- they had balloons and streamers and flowers, cake and gifts. They had even made arrangements with another teacher to get me out of the classroom so they could decorate and prepare. They are such great kids!!
School let out at 3:35 and I had made arrangements to meet with my substitute teacher to go over my plans with her. We were just getting started talking and I was standing at my desk and I felt like I peed my pants! I quickly excused myself and almost ran to the restroom where the big gush of my water breaking happened. I had to holler out the bathroom door to our German teacher (the only person I knew could hear me from the bathroom) and asked him to go get Beth (another Spanish teacher). With the help of our school nurse, I got cleaned up, called Eric at work and loaded into Beth's car so she could drive me to the hospital. Eric had just gotten out of a meeting when I called, so he made the flight arrangements to get my mom, his mom and sister on planes to get them here, and then he ran home to get our hospital bag, On the way to the hospital at 4:35 I felt my very first contraction. Normally Friday afternoon is extremely heavy but we were very fortunate to have a clear route the whole way. We got to the hospital about 5:00 and I got checked in and went to my room and Eric got there a few minutes later.
My wonderful nurse Katherine started taking all of my information and when she checked me I was 4cm dilated. (If you recall, I was 3cm on Thursday 4/22). My contractions had started to get pretty painful and I was getting nauseous from the pain. I asked her to start the process for the epidural and she said it would take about an hour. They have to put in an IV and get one bag of fluids in me and complete my blood work before receiving the epidural. As my contractions got progressively more and more painful, the phlebotomist (blood guy) came in and started drawing my blood in my left arm while the nurse started my IV in my right arm. It's a good thing I've gotten over my fear of needles. So then the wait, Eric was helping me through the contractions and I was getting to the point where I thought I was going to die. Eric could see on the monitor that I wasn't getting any break between the contractions, and he knew they were bad. When the nurse came back she could see it too, so she decided to check me and I was 9cm. She ran to get the anesthesiologist to see if he would go ahead with the epidural without the lab work. Luckily, he did. He came right in and brought me the sweetest relief. Kudos go out to any mom who can give birth naturally, because there is no way on this green earth that I could have managed it.
After the epidural, the contractions were much more bearable and i could even smile and talk to Eric again. Just a few minutes later the doctor checked in. My OB was not on call, so her partner would be delivering. I had seen her on a couple of appointments so I knew her and she was great. So when she checked in she told me I could start trying to push. The nurse coached me through much of the pushing with Eric helping me as well. Just less than 4 hours after my water broke, the doctor came in and helped with the last few pushes to bring our beautiful baby boy into this world. Here's his stats: 6 lbs, 14oz; 18.7" long, 7:52 pm.
The only downside to this extremely quick labor was the fact that my mom was supposed to be with us in the delivery room but her flight didn't arrive at DFW until 8:50. My mom, Eric's mom and sister arrived just after they had me all cleaned up and they were about to bathe Caiden. We were discharged and came home on Sunday about noon. I'll blog more later to tell you more about our little guy!