Labor Story

On Friday, March 2, 2012, we got the call to come to the hospital to be induced. Surreal, driving to the hospital knowing life would never be the same. We got to the hospital around 9:45 am, got checked into our room and began the waiting game. After checking me out currently being dilated at a 1 they gave me something to soften me up, this part took about 6 hours. Luckily around 3 pm they let me eat something knowing that this was going to be a long process. At 4pm they started me on Pitossin. For the next 4 or 5 hours I felt cramps but not I can't handle this sort of cramps. Around 8 the dr came and checked on me again and said I was not progressing and he was going to come back in a couple of hours and break my water and manually stretch me out a little bit and recommended that I get the epidurals because at this point the checking me out part was more painful to me than the cramps. This is the point in the day where I started to panic, realizing that this was the point of no return I was definitly having this baby and there was no way out that didn't seem like it wasn't going to hurt. I got the epidural, the dr broke my water and the rest of the night was a blur of nurses coming and going in. Around 5 am I woke up and my epidural had worn off because I was feeling these contractions. The anetheisologist had scared me from pressing the epidural button saying that if I needed a C-sec I might have to be put under if I had been pressing my epidural button all night, so the next few hours were hard. Finally they took me off pitossin to see if my body would do something on its own. It did the hard contractions on its own but the baby's head was tilted a little bit on my hip and was not dropping down enough to cause me to dilate. The dr came in around 8:30 and recommended doing the C-sec, saying basically that this wasn't going to happen naturally. Once we agreed there was a flurry of activity and I started getting pumped full of drugs. As we went into the opering room I was shaking uncontrollably I was so nervous. I kept asking the anethisologist if I was numb enough and he said I was b/c they had already started cutting me open. I felt a lot of tugging and pulling which they kept telling me was normal and I heard Tristan crying, I teared up and then I was out of it. I guess Ryan brought him to me and I kissed him but I cant remember this at all. Ryan went down with him to the nursery while I was out of it and while Tristan was being poked and prodded doing the newborn testing and crying and crying when Ryan talked to him Tristan immediatly got quiet and looked right at him which is so cool. All the talking Ryan did while he was in utero definitly made him recognize his voice. Meanwhile when I woke up the dr and nurses told me I had lost a lot of blood and might possibly need a blood transfusion and were worried how swollen I was and might have some internal bleeding. Luckily, I didn't end up needing the transfusion, I will be just extra tired until I get all my blood back. Although this wasn't how I imagined it all taking place, all I can be is so grateful that he is such an adorable healthy little guy that we are absolutely in love with! Here's some pictures, Ryan actually took some of my insides but I'm sure not many people want to see that.

Last preggie pic getting ready to go to the hospital..

Proud FatherMe and Tristan