the morning of…..
The morning of Monday, July 7th, 2014, I woke up after a horrible sleep. I was 9 days past my due date. Everything sucked. Jason was now off work, knowing that I would be induced in the next few days if the baby didn’t make his arrival.
I had a regular checkup at the maternity clinic at 12:30 pm. I had lunch, kissed Jason and Avery goodbye, thinking I would be home in an hour or so.
At my appointment, the doctor decided to check my dilation. He said to me “Want to take a guess?”, I replied “Two?”
“Oh no, much higher. You’re at 5cm.” I was halfway there, but not in labour.
At that point it was decided I was going to be induced. I spoke the doctor and we talked about that evening, but I said no, I must make arrangements for our daughter, so the plan was set for 7am the next day. But before I left, I needed to have my non-stress test and an ultrasound, just to make sure everything was okay.
I had my tests, got the okay to go home, knowing I would be back in about 15 hours or so. Driving home, my phone rings. It’s the hospital.
“Mrs. Welsh, we made an error. You need to come back right now. We should never have let you leave.”
I had low amniotic fluid. I was going to be induced immediately. They explained to me that I just needed to be in labour and I needed to be monitored by the doctor. Due to my post-date, low amniotic fluid could mean the placenta has stopped functioning. They didn’t seem in a panic, so I calmed down. I called Jason and told him he needed to get his parents at the house and get to the hospital right away.
I was waiting in the triage area to be formally admitted when the doctor walked in. He explained to me that I would have to be moved to another hospital. They did not have enough nurses on staff to accommodate my delivery. I lost it. I now got very emotional. I was alone and being told I might be shipped to any hospital in the province that had an available bed. Yes, they would transport me,by air ambulance hours away, instead of waiting. The doctor I was assigned was amazing. He noticed my emotional state and made a deal with the nurses. We would induce me after they all had dinner and shift change. Since I was a 2nd time mother, my labour would be quick and they could free up the room if they needed to.
Jason and my mom arrived, we were put in a room, we ate dinner, and waited for my induction.
At 7:15pm, the doctor broke my water. There was almost no fluid in there. They instructed me to walk around for an hour to get labour going, if it didn’t progress, I would be put on pitocin.
Thankfully my labour started almost immediately. I called the nurse to tell her I was in labour, she set me up in the bed and hooked up the monitor. Due to the low fluid, I had to remain in the bed for my labour. The baby needed to be monitored. Unfortunately for me, this meant no walking, no shower, and no bath to help with pain management. The doctor explained pain management options for me, I decided for an epidural since I would not be able to use the techniques that helped me have a drug free birth with Avery. They hooked up my IV and called the anesthesiologist. Jason knew I didn’t want it. He knew I could do it without the epi. He looked at me and said ” I know you don’t want drugs. You’re strong. You’ve done it before.”
And then he handed me the laughing gas and said ” Don’t even breathe real air.” Luckily, by the time the anesthesiologist got there, the nurse looked at me and asked if I still wanted it, I declined and then she laughed and said I couldn’t get it anyways, it was too late.
The pain hit me like a train. It was like 0 to 100 in 5 seconds. With Avery, I had hours to build up to the pain, this time it went so quickly I didn’t have time to adjust. The gas helped take the edge off, but the pain was still present. At about 9:50pm, I was ready to push. With only a few good pushes, and some very loud yelling, at 10:10pm, Landon John emerged. Screaming and chewing his hand. They placed him on my chest and I just stared at him with wonder.
I looked at my arm, which was dripping with blood. In the heat of everything, I had pulled my IV out. Jason was holding a towel to my arm. The doctor waiting for the cord to stop pulsating, clamped it and asked Jason if he wanted to cut it. Jason offered the duty to my mom.
During the delivery of the placenta, the umbilical cord broke while the placenta still inside. The doctor had to manually remove the placenta. By hand. Luckily for me, they gave me the laughing gas back and didn’t tell me what was going on.
They took my boy, weighed, measured, and cleaned him up a bit. 8 lbs 2 oz, 21 inches long. Then I gave my hungry boy some food. It was like riding a bicycle. My 10 months of breastfeeding practice came back like nothing. I had a shower, had some more food and spent the entire night staring at my little man.
On cloud 9, in complete awe that we had made such perfect little human. Again.