James and I checked into the hospital the night before my scheduled induction. I was given a dose of cervadil to get the process in motion. The following morning I was given pitocin to get contractions going. My water was broken while the surgery team waited out in the hall "just in case." I was given an epidural and by 8:30 am labor was in full swing. However, it was very slow. There was a lot of pain and waiting. The epidural had to be given a supercharge several times as it was wearing off and I was feeling a lot of pain. The baby was facing up and the doctor tried to manually turn her several times. When you are in the hospital they are constantly asking you to rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10. Let's just say I fianally had a reference point for 10 after the first attempt to turn the baby. Much later this was attempted again with no luck and my labor was no longer progressing. This and the fact that mine and baby's vitals were no longer favorable, it was decided to do an emergency cesarean section.
I was very emotional and upset since this is not how I had wanted this to happen. Once in the operating room I realized that I was still able to feel way too much in spite of the epidural. I told the anesthesiologist. he checked to make sure my addomen was numb. It was so we both assumed I was good to go. James was sitting on my left side. I was initally trying to keep him calm instead of the other way around. On my right was my "other" mother Natalie. She is an RN is the surgical department so she was allowed to be in with me, thank goodness. That made all the difference in the world for my shot nerves.
As soon as they began to take the baby out I realized I was feeling way more than I was supposed to. Natalie saw the pain I was in and told the anesthesiologist. He immedialtely gave me a shot in my IV without me knowing. Whatever it was basically sent me in to a drug-induced coma for a few minutes so I wouldn't feel the pain. Right before I went under I could hear the commotion....."Here she comes.....ten fingers ten toes...she's beautiful...8:34 pm...7 pounds 4 ounces." I heard a faint cry from my little girl and then I was out of consciousness.
I was very emotional and upset since this is not how I had wanted this to happen. Once in the operating room I realized that I was still able to feel way too much in spite of the epidural. I told the anesthesiologist. he checked to make sure my addomen was numb. It was so we both assumed I was good to go. James was sitting on my left side. I was initally trying to keep him calm instead of the other way around. On my right was my "other" mother Natalie. She is an RN is the surgical department so she was allowed to be in with me, thank goodness. That made all the difference in the world for my shot nerves.
As soon as they began to take the baby out I realized I was feeling way more than I was supposed to. Natalie saw the pain I was in and told the anesthesiologist. He immedialtely gave me a shot in my IV without me knowing. Whatever it was basically sent me in to a drug-induced coma for a few minutes so I wouldn't feel the pain. Right before I went under I could hear the commotion....."Here she comes.....ten fingers ten toes...she's beautiful...8:34 pm...7 pounds 4 ounces." I heard a faint cry from my little girl and then I was out of consciousness.
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