This is terribly sad, but I am JUST now getting around to posting about my labor and delivery with Oliver (who turns 1 in a month). When it was only Emerie, It seemed like I had so much more time to do things, and my Mom brain was less messy, now I'm a full time Mombie....Anyway, here's how my labor and delivery went with my favorite little guy...Proceed with caution, this is going to be graphic to some.....
So at 37 weeks I began having my membranes stripped (worst pain ever, after contractions of course). I started walking a lot, and doing things to get my labor going. I had went to the ER a couple times, but it was all false alarms (which made me so so sad). With Emerie I had been induced at 36 weeks, so I didn't really know what it was like to "go into labor". I didn't know what to expect or anything. I had a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions, which were annoying, but not painful. On Monday May 11th I went to the doctor, and told her this time I didn't want to have her strip my membranes, because it was too painful and it seemed to be ineffective. So she skipped that part. I had thinned out quite a bit, but was only dilated to a 2. We scheduled my induction for the following Wednesday (should he not come before then). I asked her what all I could do to get my labor going faster, and she suggested bouncing on an exercise ball, sex, raspberry leaf tea, baths, and walking. So Jared and I went home and did it all hahahaha. It was around 5 PM and I was bouncing on the ball while continuously drinking the raspberry leaf tea and watching Dancing With The Stars, I started getting painful cramps, so I went and took a bath to get comfortable (I kept drinking the tea though). Then I went and laid down to get some rest. I was having contractions, and had been timing them on my phone. They were 8 minutes apart or so, and painful, but bearable. Pretty soon they were hurting worse, so I took another bath. I laid down again. Kept timing. Pretty soon it got to wear I couldn't time them myself anymore, and I was screaming in pain in the fetal position....Jared asked me if it was time to go to the hospital, and I was being stubborn because I was afraid it was another false alarm....When they were 3 minutes apart, he made me get up and loaded Emerie and me up into the car and we hit the road. The pain was sooooooooooooooooooooooo bad. It was constant by this point, not letting up at all. Jared dropped Emerie off with Greg and Cheri, then stopped at Mom's to pick her up, and then to the hospital we flew. When we got there they put me in a wheel chair. I was so irritated because I had to keep answering questions while contracting, I'm a Christian woman, but I wanted to punch a couple people. Finally they took me up to L&D. When I was all hooked up to everything they noticed the contractions weren't showing up on the thingy....I would be practically screaming in pain, and it wouldn't budge! One of the nurses told me that it's possible that I just have a UTI, and that I'm not actually in labor.....EXCUSE MEEE?! I cried, oh I cried. I was like "if this isn't labor, then please oh please just put me out of my misery!"....They were pretty much a minute apart by now, but was only dilated to a 4. They decided to move me to an actual delivery room, and gave me some stadol (magical goodness). That made me feel a lot better. It didn't get rid of the pain, but it made it a little more bearable. The contractions actually showed up on that machine (thank goodness). We had to wait for the anesthesiologist to get there to give me my epidural. Once he got there, I got the even better potion, and felt so much better....Jared, Mom and I all went to sleep....Come morning I was feeling excellent. One of the nurses checked me for dilation, and accidentally broke my water in the process, so I started dilating even quicker from that point on. It was 1115, and Jared decided to leave to get a drink. He joked and said they'd probably come in to deliver as soon as he left. Oh irony. The doctor and her student came in not even a minute after he left. We waited for him though. As soon as Jared got in there we got to pushing. I pushed for less than 10 minutes, and he was here! It went so perfectly. He came out so beautiful. while he was laying on me and they were cleaning him, he grabbed onto my shirt. When they tried to pull him away to weigh him, he wouldn't let go of his Momma....One of the best moments of my entire life. He was born Tuesday May 12 2015 at 11:26 AM. He had a lot of dark brown hair and weighed in at 11 lbs 6 oz and was 21 inches long. Oliver Allen was the most perfect baby boy I'd ever seen. I even felt good after having him. No post partum depression or anything. I love being a Mommy to such a sweet, beautiful, loving baby boy. So there ya have it :).
