Most of my faithful readers know that I have been anxiously awaiting the birth of baby #7. Honestly, this has been my longest pregnancy yet… or at least it felt that way. We found out in early summer that we were expecting, and after going through Summer, Fall, and Winter, it felt like I would never make it to 39 weeks or my induction date.
At my last doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, January 29th, my cervix was still very high, very posterior, and only 1 centimeter dilated. Since my induction was set for that Friday morning, the doctor decided that I would head into the hospital Thursday night instead. He wanted to use Cervadil to help ready my cervix before starting the pitocin in the morning.
We arrived just before 8pm, got checked in, and headed up to Labor & Delivery. After answering 8 bazillion questions, they finally got me hooked up to the monitors and watched the baby and my contractions for a little while. Around 9:30pm, the nurse checked my cervix, (still posterior and still only a 1), MOVED my cervix forward, (do not ever, ever let anyone do this to you. Oh my gosh.), and then inserted the cervadil.
I was doing great until a little after midnight… and then the back labor started. Now, in all of my labors, I have never, ever had back labor until now. It was awful. My husband slept soundly on the couch bed next to me, while I bounced on the birthing ball, trying anything I could to ease the pain. At this point, my cervix was maybe a 2. Maybe.
Around 5 am, they started the pitocin. Shortly after that, the back labor pains were so bad that I asked for some kind of pain medicine just to take the edge off. They gave me Phenergan and Stadol in my IV. Within minutes, I was sound asleep. Unable to function, couldn’t wake up. I don’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. My cervix was at a 3, but not really making much progress.
At 7:45am, the doctor came in and checked me. I was still incredibly out of it and couldn’t wake up from the stupor of the pain medicine. I was finally at 5cm, so he broke my water.
By 8am, I still wasn’t really “with it” but the contractions were incredibly intense. I don’t know how I didn’t break my husband’s arm, I was squeezing so hard. They checked me – now at a 7 – and ordered the epidural.
Not moments later, I knew I had to push. In fact, I was screaming at the nurses that I was pushing, and they kept telling me not to push and to just hold on… the doctor was coming.
But, seriously – when you have to push, how do you NOT push? It wasn’t happening.
The next thing I know, the doctor walks into the room, puts on his gloves, and I delivered Carly right on the bed. No time for him to catch her, no time for the nurses to get the bed apart, no time for an epidural. She literally popped out! She was born at 8:09 that morning.
The cord was wrapped around her neck twice, and she was very, very blue, so the doctor quickly removed the cord, and they whisked her off to get her lungs cleared out.
I was still so out of it at this point, and don’t really remember what all happened. That medicine just had me so out of it. Her apgar scores were 7 and then 9, so she perked up really quick. And hubby stayed beside her the entire time.
They cleaned her up and then moved us to another room. Around 10:00, hubby went home to take a shower, and the nurse took the baby back to the nursery. I took a nap, and when I woke up around 11:30am, the meds had finally worn off and I was wide awake – and couldn’t believe how well I felt! I took a shower, did my makeup and never once felt like I had just given birth hours before.
The doctor came in around 1pm, and I asked him if there were any way we could go home. He said that he was fine with my going home, but we’d need to get approval from the pediatrician to allow the baby to go home so early.
Later that afternoon, after a thorough check up with the pediatrician, we were allowed to go home. We would need to bring the baby back the next day for a few tests, but there were no other restrictions.
We left the hospital a little after 6pm, ran to the grocery store – because we had NO food in the house. (All the kids were away for the weekend, and we were planning on being in a hospital for at least 2 – 3 days.) We were home by 7 o’clock that night. Less than 11 hours after Carly was born.
This was definitely my most interesting – and fastest! – delivery to date. But it was also, by far, my easiest. I absolutely cannot believe how good I feel. God is just so good!
I want to thank each one of you who has called, sent messages, or prayed. Every thought, prayer, and message just means the world to me.
With the entrance that this baby girl made, I have a feeling she is going to keep me on my toes! But I’m already head over heels in love with her, and she has made the perfect addition to our family.
I’ll be uploading some pictures to the Facebook Page soon, so be sure to check them out!