“Okay… So I’ve updated my layout and changed a few things on my site… What the heck do I blog about now?” These were just a few of the thoughts running through my head over the past few hours as I’ve struggled with the subject of what will eventually be this blog post. Then it dawned on me. I never shared my birth story.
So here we go!
When I worked for Hertz Rent-A-Car, several co-workers and I made a betting pool on what day would be Gunner’s birthday. Some said way before the 40 week mark because I was so huge… Others said a week or two after my due date because the first child is always late. Little did I know he would decide to come on his due date – February 16, 2011. It’s funny to me that I’m writing that HE would decide to come on his due date because at my final doctor’s appointment on February 15th, the Doctor penciled me in to arrive at 4 a.m. the next morning to be induced because of my blood pressure. I was NOT happy that I was going to be induced. I wanted him to come on his own. Anyways, after finding out I would be holding my little man within the next two days, I was instantly overwhelmed with the thought of the delivery and being a mother. I called Eric, told him the news, and we rushed to my mom’s work where I sat bawling my eyes out. I couldn’t believe after 9 months of either feeling sick or being extremely uncomfortable, this was about to happen. Saying that I was scared to death would be an understatement. I was petrified of the delivery, I was afraid of the induction, I was afraid of the catheter, I was afraid of the contractions… What if there are any complications? What if I hemorrhage? What if something is wrong with Gunner?
I think the appointment earlier that day set things into motion – I lost my mucus plug within 2 hours. After a series of other… um… lets just call them “events” I realized that this could be it! That evening Eric and I visited my parents. It was 7:00 p.m., we had just eaten supper and were sitting down watching television when I felt fluid trickling down my pants leg. I remember running down the hall screaming, “Oh my God! I think my water broke!” and freaking out because it was tinged with blood. I cleaned myself up as best as I could and left immediately for the hospital (thank goodness I had put the hospital bags in the car earlier that day). Upon our arrival, they put us in a nice little room, hooked me up to an IV, and started the routine dilation checks – I was only a fingertip dilated. I felt pretty pleased with myself at that point because I wasn’t hurting too badly. Nothing more than a few stomach cramps, so we waited. I was so anxious I literally couldn’t sleep. I started having more pain around 3 a.m., like “wake Eric up every 5 minutes while clenching his hand” pain. At 4:30 a.m., I was still only dilated one fingertip despite the pain, so they started the Pitocin drip. And that’s when the real fun began…
No labor and delivery class could ever prepare me for what would happen next. About an hour later, the contractions started in my back before spreading to the front. That was the most awful pain I’ve ever felt in my life… And I was having them back to back! The nurses kept asking me if I was ready for the epidural, but i said no. I was clawing the sheets on the bed, squeezing any human arm that came near my person, screaming, and crying. I wanted to die of embarrassment because I graduated from Louisiana College with 3 of the nurses who were witness to my insanity. My Doctor also came in during this most painful time to break what was left of my water – it had only partially broken. At 8:45 a.m. I was checked for dilation again, but had only made it to a 3, so they increased the Pitocin again. My mom finally persuaded me to get the epidural, and it is the best thing I’ve ever done! I was able to get some sleep and visit with family for a while. They kept having to increase the Pitocin which led to more medicine pumped through the epidural so for the last several hours, I was a giggly, foggy mess. Finally the nurse said it was almost time. We needed to get the Doctor as soon as possible. The nurses propped my legs up and told me to push with each contraction. It took 5 pushes to get Gunner’s head where they wanted it to be, and when the Doctor arrived, it took only one push to deliver him. I faintly remember Gunner being placed on my chest as the Doctor stitched me up… It was love at first sight. This baby was mine… all mine, and I couldn’t wait to share my life with him! This is one of the most memorable days of my life, and I’m surprised I remember as much about it as I do because I spent most of it groggy from the epidural! I love looking at Gunner’s newborn pictures because I relive this day every time I see them. I still look at Gunner, and I can’t believe that Eric and I created something so wonderful!