Hi ladies! I'm home from the hospital, discharged 24 hours after Quinn was born!
So the story is that we went in at 8 pm on 11/27 and when they checked my cervix to start the ripening process I was already dilated to 3 cm, 70% effaced, and having contractions 3 minutes apart but I couldn't feel all of them. I could only feel them 5-8 mins apart. So they sent me home and told me to call back at 6 am to see if they had an open bed to start the pitocin. I went home and cried and had ice cream. Then at 2 am woke up with STRONG contractions. By 3 am they were 3 minutes apart so I called L&D and they told me to take a shower, eat something and head in. We got there at 4 am and when they checked me I was 4 cm dilated so they admitted me.
Over the next 2 hours the contractions became unbearable and I was sobbing through each one. When they checked me I was only 4.5 cm and 95% effaced. I opted to get the epi and after it was put in my contractions slowed to 5 mins apart. They came in and gave me pitocin to get the contractions back to 2-3 mins apart and after the 30 minutes Quinn's heart rate dropped to 50 bpm. 3 nurses rushed in and started flipping me over to change positions and when her heart rate didn't come back up they broke my water and put an internal monitor on her. Eventually it did, but they stopped the pitocin and my contractions held at 2-3 mins apart for the rest of my labor.
By 3 pm I was at 8 cm but had an extreme urge to push, so they gave me a blocker to stop the feeling and at 4 pm I was a 10 with no feeling to push. By 5 pm it was back and push I did. At the very end she was almost out and the nurse started talking about how she was going to need to cut an episiotomy (sp?). As soon as she said that word I started pushing as hard as I could and her head was halfway out. Then my contraction died out and I didn't have another for 2 minutes. While she was halfway out her heart rate dipped to 50 again and the nurses started getting tense without trying to let me know. When she did come out her umbelical cord was wrapped around her neck once and she was not breathing. She was slightly blue and they placed her on my chest for 2 seconds, she kicked me, and they took her away and started pumping her with an oxygen mask like the kind for CPR. 2 pumps later and she was screaming like a banshee.
Nats, in the moment that they told me she was blue and not breathing I thought of you and your story about Henry and I knew it was going to be ok. I smiled and was calm even though it was a hairy moment and everyone else was rushing around. So thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing that with me.
As for the rest of the story, the girl has a latch that can strip paint off a car, she wants to feed all the time, hates sleeping on her own, but in spite of it I love her so much! It truly is an amazing journey!
Oh yeah, and my vajayjay feels like it got hit with a baseball bat.