Labor & Delivery

It’s hard to believe that it’s already been one week since we had little Preston. Last week at this time, about 10 am, I was yelling at my nurse to give me an epidural. We were waiting on the anesthesiologist and the nurse promised she would arrive in about 15 minutes.

My labor was moving along so quickly. It was hard to believe that I had just woken up at 3:00 am that morning with what appeared to be contractions. My husband told me to start timing them, just in case. It was a good thing he did, because I would have just laid there in pain wondering why this was happening to me.

When I started timing my contractions they were about 10 minutes apart and lasted about 45 seconds long. I knew that it was the real thing because they came like clockwork and slowly got closer together and lasted longer. By about 5 in the morning I told my husband that this was the real deal and we needed to call First Nurse once my contractions were 5 minutes apart. He non-chalanty said, ‘are you sure they’re not just going to go away?’.

{Note: since this was my first pregnancy everyone warned us about Braxton Hicks contractions, going to the hospital too early, and false labor.} 

I was sure these were the real thing!

By this time, about 6 am, I was in so much pain. My contractions had been about 5 minutes apart and lasted for about 1 minute. It was time to call First Nurse. When we talked to the First Nurse, she told us we needed to wait until my contractions were 5 minutes apart for an hour, and lasted 1 minute to 1.5 minutes long. Feeling frustrated, I decided I better get in the shower because I didn’t know when the next shower I would be able to take would be.  As I was in the shower, I had two contractions at 4.5 minutes apart. They lasted about 1 minute and  15 seconds long. I told Chad, we needed to call First Nurse back because they were less than 5 minutes apart. He told me we needed to wait until the hour was up as instructed {remembering all the horror stories about women going in too early and being sent home to wait out more contractions}. 

So we waited.

It was the most painful hour ever!! (or so I thought–haha.) We finally called First Nurse back around 7 am. We told her my contractions were about 4 minutes apart, for over an hour, and were lasting 1 minute and 30 seconds long. She still acted like this wasn’t a big deal. She said we could come in if we wanted to. She also said, if we waited until 8am we could get checked in at the Women’s Clinic by my Doctor and then submitted to the hospital once they confirmed I was in labor. At this time, Chad started cleaning the house, folding laundry, setting out our bags, etc! In between contractions, I was trying to get dressed. Surprisingly, the hour went by really fast because it took me about that long just to get some clothes on. We didn’t end up heading to the Women’s Clinic until about 8:30 am. I called ahead to make sure my doctor knew I was coming. She was in surgery for the morning so they had a different OBGYN from the clinic check me for labor. When we arrived, I could hardly walk. Chad walked me inside and then went back out to park the car. I was such a mess. I checked in at the counter and quickly sat down to wait. I had another contraction while sitting in the lobby–at least I was surrounded by other pregnant women! The lab tech came out to give me a cup to pee in. I struggled to the bathroom and once I got there I had another huge contraction. I’m sure everyone could hear me wailing from the toilet. When I was done, I went back out to the waiting room. Chad was standing there. We sat down for a bit. Had a couple more contractions, and then the nurse came out to get us. She took us back to the room. As soon as I sat on the bed I had another huge contraction that lasted until the doctor arrived in the room. When he got in there, he asked which pregnancy this was. I told him it was my first and he immediately changed his tone, like everyone else we had talked to in the medical field once we told them it was my first. {Like I said, when people know it’s your first, they often believe you will be there for a good 12-24 hours before there is an actual baby in the picture.} The OBGYN asked Chad if I’d broken any of his fingers yet from squeezing them while I was in pain. Chad told him no, but lets be honest, I didn’t even let Chad see how much pain I was actually in!! I was trying to be tough. The doctor finally checked to see if I was dilated at all. {Last time I was at the Doctors office (just two days prior) I was only dilated to 1 cm–so I was praying for at least 3cm.} He looked at me and said, ‘you’re definitely in labor! you are 5cm dilated and you’re going to have a baby today!’ Chad and I both looked at each other in shock–I knew I was in labor, but just hearing it out loud made it so much more REAL! The same went for Chad. This whole time, I swear he thought we were going to be sent home. He knows I don’t have a huge pain tolerance and was probably thinking they were going to send us home for the afternoon, at the least. After another contraction, the nurse arrived with a wheelchair to wheel me over to the hospital. By the time we got to the hospital it was about 9:30am. The labor nurse came in and started checking my vitals. Everything was looking good and I told her I wanted an epidural as soon as possible! She told me she would contact the anesthesiologist. It was 10am at this time and she promised me the anesthesiologist would be here in 15 minutes. During this time the labor nurse started fluids in my hand (and missed my vein three times, ouch) and hooked me up to the monitors to hear Preston’s heart rate. It had been 15 minutes and the anesthesiologist still wasn’t there. I was yelling at my nurse, who was the most annoying person in the world, but now that i’m thinking about it, maybe every women in labor finds a similarity in their labor nurse to a person they find extremely annoying in real life. Anyway, I digress, the anesthesiologist eventually showed up around 10:25. She gave me a shot in my back that was so minor compared to the pain I had been in with contractions. Now I just needed to wait until the medicine kicked in. My doctor came in shortly after that to break my water and check my cervix. I was 7cm dilated at this time. My parents came in the room to hang out for a bit while we waited. My parents were with us for about 20 minutes and my doctor arrived back in the room to check how much I’d progressed since breaking my water. My parents left the room, my doctor checked my cervix, and sure enough I was already 10 cm dilated. She told me that there was a women in labor in the next room, and we were going to wait until she had her baby before I started pushing because the 2 labor nurses that were going to help, were in the other room. So my doctor went back over to the Women’s Clinic and my nurse left the room for us to wait. Not even 10 minutes later Preston’s heart rate went down on the monitor. It was in the 130’s and all of the sudden dropped to the 50’s-60’s. So I immediately paged my nurse. She came in the room and said we couldn’t wait any longer because Preston’s heart rate dropped due to my last strong contraction. Not even 5 minutes later, my Doctor flies in my room and says we’ve got to start pushing to get this baby out. Without the help of the 2 additional labor nurses, my nurse held one leg and Chad held the other. I started pushing at 12:46 pm and Preston was born at 12:51 pm. I pushed through 3 contractions (a total of 5 pushes) and Preston was out!! Let’s just say, Chad was impressed, I was impressed, my nurse and my doctor were both impressed! {In case you’re wondering, the woman in the room next to me still hadn’t had her baby at this time.} Chad was able to cut the umbilical cord and Preston was handed to me right after that. I had all of these feelings rushing through me. The second she handed Preston to me, I started crying this weird cry I’ve never cried before. I couldn’t believe that this little human, who resided in my womb for the last 10 months, was mine! We made him and he was real! Yes, he was real before, but it was such a different feeling– holding your baby for the first time in your arms. Little Preston Robert, who actually remained nameless for the first 27 hours after his birth, made his appearance weighing in at 7 lbs 3 oz and 20.5 inches long! He also got a 9 out of 10 on his APGARS–that’s my boy!