Our appointment on Thursday (the 9th) didn't turn out as planned. The RN checked my blood pressure and it had gone up to 158/98. Not only that, but I had swelling, visual changes, headaches and dizziness. He told me I had a half hour to get to the hospital that I was being induced. He did a quick internal and I was only a fingertip dilated (still...grumble grumble) with minimal effacement. Scott and I went to L&D and got settled into a bed by 2:40. They started the cervadil and did a NST and I was already having contractions that were 2 minutes apart - I just couldn't feel them. It took forever for them to finally get the IV...at which point they started fluids because they thought I was dehydrated. Long story short, contractions really picked up at around 1am on Friday morning. Still only 1 cm dilated...but at least I was 80% effaced. I got the stadol at that point - wow...that's good stuff. I was so "high" that I was apparently talking to the nurse about delivery trucks...which I know nothing about. She was a good sport about it and told me that she hoped they would bring my baby with them. I slept until about 7am or so. The Dr came in and checked me and I was just barely 2cm dilated. He started another round of cervadil. I labored throughout the day with the contractions getting more intense. We (the RN and I) thought I was definitely progressing. I started to "tremor" around 11am or so - then started vomiting...then started spotting...the tremors then went away.
*sigh* 2pm the Dr comes back in to check on me and I am in so much pain that I am begging him for a csection. They decide to start the pitocin and recheck me - still at 2cm. By 5:30 all the medication in the world isn't helping. The Dr calls to find out my progress (still no more than 2cm) and says that he'll call the staff back. 10 minutes later he calls them back and says the OR will be ready for us in an hour... I have been diagnosed with "failure to progress in labor". Translation: I just labored for nearly 30 hours (Scott figured it out - said it was 28 by the time I got downstairs to the OR) and still end up with the csection (that I admit I wanted anyhow!). Things were a little blurry after that for a while... I was shaved...catheterized..."flooded' with fluids and given a medication to calm the acids in my stomach...all while tremoring again. I puked up the drink that was supposed to settle my stomach ... and we were on our way to the OR. They did the epidural (which was great) and started the surgery. Thanks to a semi-reflective ceiling, I got to watch most of it.
Meghan was born on March 10 at 7:21PM. She was 7lbs, 12 oz and 20 inches long. Turns out she never dropped, never engaged, nothing. Scott said the Dr literally just about had his shoulder inside my abdomen trying to get her out and that the RN looked funny pushing down on me trying to push her down.
My recovery from the csection has been so much better than the labor itself....I was up and walking around 12 hours later (I love Demerol) and haven't stopped since. The one thing I wasn't prepared for was the numbness in my abdomen...though it does make sense to me now...another thing I didn't expect? One section of my abdomen never went numb...so there were *small* portions of the surgery that I could actually feel the pain...(not horrible)...
She is so worth it...she's a bit jaundiced so we see her pediatrician on Thursday morning...and I have a fever, so I have to go back to my OB on Thursday afternoon.
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