At my next to last OB appointment, my blood pressure was up and I had protein in my urine so they stuck me in the hospital overnight to do a 12 hour urine collection. Everything came out normal so they sent me home, but not before informing me that they set me up an appointment in Indianapolis just to "double check" ...serioursly, guys? So we went to IU the next week and peed in their cup and let them listen to the baby, etc etc.....for them to tell me everything was a-ok and to go home. I all but begged them to take Lucas then, but they wouldn't. So we went home...a whopping 2 hours after we drove 2 hours to get there.
So May 2 finally came...and that 2 hour drive took forever! I was so anxious, excited, nervous, scared, etc etc etc. We get there and it's a whirlwind of activity. The exam and all that good stuff was done- I was dialated a whopping 1/2 cm. And the doctor that was there that day was not pleasent about it....
They then wanted me to pee in a cup, you know, after they tore me all up so that didn't go so well. They tried to do a cath to get what was needed, but that hurt even worse (I'm a bit of a baby) so I tried the cup again. The nurse was able to get enough, so we didn't have to do that again! They weren't done torchering my lady parts though...because then they had to put a cervadil in....um ouch again. They started pitocin, too. So then started the long 12 hours of waiting. Lots of joking....some contraction feeling...the works. After 12 hours....I think I made it to 3 cm. So we did another round of cervadil and pitocin...12 hours later....3 1/2. We went one more time. No change after the 12 hours. Lucas was just stubborn as all get out! He did not want to get out! The doctor offered to send us home and try again in a week, or she could get me an epidural and break my water. I opted to go home- because I was too chicken to get an epidural. I was scared it would hurt. 3 days in the hospital, and all I got was contractions that continued the 4 days before we went back to try again.
May 9, here we go again! We arrived at 8 pm this time. I got an awesome night nurse- I had met her the first go around, and I just loved her. She was so kind and went above and beyond. Another check...what?! I went backwards! Back to a 1 maybe. We did cervadil again that night...what's one more, right? About 2 in the morning, though, they came in and said they had to take it out because all of the contractions were making Lucas's heart rate struggle a little. They left the pitocin on and just let me go back to sleep. During rounds the next morning, I learned I would be getting an epidural and they were going to break my water. Oh...ok, lol. They came in explained everything and I did the consent. They came back about 20 minutes later and I got it. It didn't hurt at all. Nothing like I thought it would- thank goodness. I didn't know why I was scared of it after that.Broke my water and we were on a roll. I had 24 hours or I had to have a c-section. They checked a few times throughout the day then told me it was time around 9 pm.
Blah blah blah...skip all the gory details...
Yay! Lucas was born at 10:19 PM. I saw him for about 20 seconds before they took him out of the room. I heard he weighed 7 pounds and was 20.5" long. They tried to fix my innerds...Lucas had apparently grabbed on and planned on taking everything with him...but were unsuccessful so they opted to take me back to the OR and knock me out to do it. I got to see Lucas for a minute or two on my way back. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever saw and I wanted to hold him so bad.
After getting back to my room after being repaired, I wanted to go see Lucas so bad. It couldn't be that hard to get up and sit in a wheelchair, could it? HAHAHAH! I nearly passed out about a dozen times before getting back in the bed. Fine, I would have to wait until tomorrow.
I got moved to the postpartum wing and fell asleep around 2 in the morning. I slept until about 3 the next day. It was amazing. I felt like a new woman :) I nagged and nagged Andy until he was finally ready and we could go see our baby. The walk *ride in my case* seemed to take FOREVER! But we finally made it. He was absolutely gorgeous! He looked mad, but can you blame him? I held him first. I didn't ever want to put him down. He was so cuddly and very observent of everything. He had wires and IV's attached and I was scared of him. He started crying and I nearly broke down. :( Andy held him for a little bit and then we put him back in his bed. The cardiologist on call came to speak to us, letting us know how his echo had gone. Everything was as expected, but they didn't think they were going to need to do any intervention right away. We went home three days later.
The next week or two probably went like any new parents first few weeks. Lots of insecurities and worrying over whether you were doing the right thing or not, but we eventually got into a routine-ish.
That's all for now. Stay tuned for Pt 5. :)
Side note, I was going to attach a picture, but it won't let me upload one :(
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