Now that James has reached his one month marker and I have found some time to type (!), I thought I’d start sharing how he made his way into this world…
Sunday night at 6pm, John and I drove to Glenwood because after a Dr Pepper, nap, and bath I wasn’t feeling James move. So we wanted to make sure everything was okay.
When we got there, I was hooked up to a fetal monitor and contraction monitor. The first contraction, James’ heart rate went down. I also couldn’t feel the contraction. Apparently you can have contractions on only one side AND not know they are contractions. There was also a monitor to track his movements and I was to click a button when I felt them.
I never felt them.
I closed my eyes to try and concentrate on feeling him move. It wasn’t until the nurse gave me ice chips and ice water that I felt him. He never did like the ice from Sonic, always moving “away” from it. The goal was for me to feel him 3 times in 15 minutes. It didn’t happen until she gave me the ice.
By that time, the nurse had called my doctor to let him know about the heart rate dip. He then decided to keep me overnight for observation. If I didn’t progress on my own by the morning, I would be induced. We were moved into a labor and delivery room and got settled for the night.
Between the lights from outside, the baby blanket heater going off every minute, laying in uncomfortable beds, and me hooked up to all kinds of monitors (including a blood pressure cuff that activated every 15 minutes), we didn’t get much sleep.
SIDE NOTE: Let me tell you about that dang stupid cuff! That thing went off every 15 minutes, with more power than any blood pressure should have. I “jokingly” asked the nurse if the cuff was to prepare me for the contractions. Yes, they hurt THAT bad! When I said this to her, she graciously decided that my blood pressure readings had been fine up to that point and I could have a break. I was able to get some sleep after that.
They came to check me at 445am and I as still only at a 1.5cm. I was told I’d be induced at 6am. At 620am, they started the pitocin. The sweet nurse that had to put in my IV had a hard time because I have “tiny, wiggly veins.” She did the left hand, then the right hand, and finally called in another nurse. She was able to get the IV in my right wrist on the side. That was miserable. Mis. Er. Ab. Le. Of course, John had to hold my hand through it all.
Once the IV started, we waited. And waited. And Waited… We entertained ourselves and John watched the contraction monitors for me since I still couldn’t feel them. John’s parents showed up not long after the IV started, then my mom.
I continued to be checked and monitored. At 1030am, my doctor came to break my waters. He checked my dilation (I was at a 5) and WOOSH, my waters were broken. TMI: It really feels like you’re peeing…
The doctor then asked if he could get my anything and I told him a steak would be nice. He said I could have one after this was all over. (On a completely unrelated note… My sweet in-laws cooked steak when we got home)
The contractions got a lot more intense from then on. John was such a blessing for those. He had found Bible verses on suffering and endurance. During each contraction, he would repeat a verse over and over until the contraction subsided. John also was able to pull up the app for our church songs and we alternated between verses and songs. Eventually, I was able to say some of the verses with John to help me through the contractions. Once I was able to do that, we subbed James’ name where it was appropriate. That was the most beautiful and helpful thing for me.
TO BE CONTINUED…