I believe I mentioned how disappointed I was.
So I went home and wrote a snotty blog post, and then cleaned out my dresser drawers for the first time in, oh, ever.
And then went to bed, resigned to the fact that I'd be pregnant for another LOOOOOOONG week.
I woke up several times throughout the night (as usual for the last couple months) to go to the bathroom. At exactly 3:15 I looked at the clock, and my water broke.
MY WATER BROKE!!! The water, of which my unripe, un-ready-for-labor cervix, was holding back! It BROKE, PEOPLE!!!
So I made the mad dash to the toilet for the second time in my life, as the font gushed forth. Well, as mad a dash as I possibly could have made with a fully-formed human in my midsection.
Once it stopped, I hurriedly got dressed, and began packing. Yes, I know that should have been done already, but I was under the impression that I wouldn't be making my way to the hospital for another week! I put stock in that prediction, and didn't pack a bag! So I was
running walking fast around the bedroom and bathroom, trying to think of anything I might need, and trying to figure out where it was located. Then we jumped in the car and took off to the hospital. My contractions were VERY strong and coming every 2-3 minutes.
We got there and I was surprised that I was only dilated to a three. They got the epidural in, and the contractions stopped. So they started pitocin. Unfortunately, the baby wasn't tolerating those contractions very well. His heartrate kept dropping. It was pretty scary there for a while, because I could hear his little heart beating away, and then suddenly it would either slow way down, or stop completely. So they made me lie down on my side and be still, hoping it would help him keep his heart under control. It did, and it was about that time that I started feeling a lot of pressure, which, historically for me, means the baby's coming NOW!
I was dilated 9.5 cm. Almost time. It was 9:30 am at this point, and my OB came in and said he HAD to leave at 10. He said most things in his life are cancellable or re-schedulable, but this one thing he could not miss. He had another doctor on call in case he had to leave before I delivered. So he told the nurse to wait a few minutes and check me again. She did. It was go-time.
I started pushing (or what I thought was pushing, since I had a VERY good epidural and couldn't feel anything) and pushing and pushing and pushing. And pushing.
I was feeling faint and weak and dizzy, so they put oxygen on me. Finally, the doctor said he was going to try the vacuum to help me out a little.
It was a good thing, too. I don't think I could have gotten that baby out without help. Hubs said the doc's face got really red from how hard he was working. And then, the baby was out. I just about passed out. I had to have oxygen for quite some time, and felt like I couldn't talk or breathe for a while.
So, without further adieu, allow me to indroduce to you...Cavan Taylor, who, incidentally, went more than 24 hours without a name! We did rock, paper, scissors just before we left the hospital! ;)
He was born at 9:53 a.m. on April 21. He was 21 inches long, and weighed...
Are you ready for this?
You should really sit down.
TEN!!! POUNDS!!! (.02 ounces)
That's like one and a half normal babies! Or a three month old!
You could say I'm a little sore and tired today.