We arrived at the hospital around five after five in the morning... Low and behold they lost my chart... This is actually pretty normal for me... lol. Happens every time. They actually wheeled me up to Labor and Delivery... hehehe.
I start to get settled in and the nurse starts all the paperwork. Jennifer (nurse) starts the pitocin drip around sixish and boy the contractions start up. They don't get really steady until around seven though. My inlaws arrive shortly there after and thus far I'm not in too much pain. I'm breathing through the contractions and can feel them getting closer together so I ask for the epidural. I'm at five cm at this point and they get Scott (anistesioligest) there very shortly after. Yeah... relief...
At this point I'm alone in the room with my nurse and the guy who's making the pain lesson... My Dr walks in. I am very happy to see him at this point cause it means that the end is near... lol... I will later regret that thought. Anyway, my wonderful Dr. decides it's time to break my water and I was sooooooooooooo thankful for the epidural at that point. I can still feel pain but not as intense as it was and I know it's getting to be more so cause the contractions aren't stopping. It felt like they were right on top of one another. From the looks of the strip they were.
Everybody comes back in the room. I was sooo happy that Drew was with me that almost made the pain go away... almost. By now most of the family is there with the exception of the teens that are in school... as it should be... lol... They hated that part.
It's about ten, ten thirtyish... I'm a bit fuzzy on the time at this point. I look at the nurse and tell her I think it's time. Of course because of the epidural everyone is looking at me like I'm crazy... HA!. I know my body well. She checks me and Omg, yep it's time. See I'm not crazy.
I was wheeled into an Operating Room with the thought in mind "just in case". It really wasn't an unpleasant room all in all. Drew had to get into scrubs before he could come in... he looked funny in them. I again was relieved to have him at my side.
They told me to give a test push to make sure that I could still push through the pain meds. A lot of times women can't... Then they told me to stop till the Dr. got there. At least that only took five minutes... This was the hardest birth that I've ever had. He took his sweet time coming out and I finally had to grab the back of my thighs to get his head out. The Dr sucktioned him out and then took him the rest of the way out. And Charles was born at 11:07am on August 30th 2006.
Here's where I regret that though I mentioned earlier... *sigh*
Jessica is my problem child already... lol. I hope this isn't a prelude to her teen years.
After about a half an hour of trying to get her into the right position my Dr decided a section was in order... She wanted to come out fists first... I figure she was trying to find her womb mate and follow after him... either that or was stretching because she had room too now.
After the Dr made that announcement I burst into tears... I did not want a section at all. I had my epidural but I guess I was fighting it's effects cause I started to feel everything. I felt them mark where they were going to go in at and really started to freak out... The decided it was best to strap me down and put me under at this point I guess, I wasn't very cooperative at this time. I really didn't want a section :mad:
I don't remember much after this because they gave me something so that I wouldn't remember. It started with a K or a C... Kar something... I just remember being trapped in my own mind and not being able to get out... Talk about scary... I just had to get back to Drew... I needed him and he needed me. That was all I could think of, all I could do was try and get back to him cause we needed each other to get through this ordeal. I absolutely hated having a section and would never opt for it... but that's just me. It's perfectly good for someone else to have. It did however give me my new baby girl at 11:44 am. I didn't wake up for quite awhile after that. Drew had to leave as they were closing me up. From what he said I cried the whole time I was under. He couldn't handle it anymore after seeing her born and giving the nurses her name. He was taken out to lunch by family and calmed down.
I was very groggy when I finally started to wake up... I haven't a clue at what time this was. I really don't remember half of what went on in my room the rest of that day. I do remember bits and pieces and visitors here and there. I remember being afraid that I would drop or hurt the babies if I held them in this state of mind so I didn't hold them till way later in the evening. I know that the only family that was with me when I woke up was Drews dad. I remember him kissing my forehead and telling me where Drew was and that the babies are beautiful then I think I drifted off until I heard Drew's voice.
I started moving around as soon as they let me get up out of bed. That was the next day. Oh but it was painful. I wouldn't go back and do it any differently though. When they discharged me on the second I was practically running marathons... lol j/k... The nurses were amazed I was up and going. I told them that I'm going to half to take care of two babies by myself for the most part since their daddy has to work. Why put off what I need to get done. They just kind of looked at me and shrugged. They told me to at least do it in moderation. I just smiled. My body will tell me when I've done enough... We even went to walmart after the hospital... Had to get something for the car seats to hold up there tiny little heads... That's my birth experience. I hope you enjoy reading it. If anyone has any questions just let me know.
Charles;
6lbs 8oz
19 inches long.
Vaginal delivery.
Jessica
5lbs even
18.5 inches long.
C-Section.
Just as soon as I can I will get a pic up for them... ;) I hope you enjoy them as much as I do... They've already changed so much.
