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Jaycie Alexandria finally made her way into the world at 5:57 pm February 21st, 2012 after being 11 days overdue!!! 
This gets to be kind of choppy and rambly since I'm typing in a hurry while my angel is napping.
After a couple weeks of rejecting induction from my well-meaning but pushy doctor, I gave in. My fiance and sister accompanied me to the labor and delivery unit at midnight on tuesday for the scheduled induction. I thought they were going to use cervadil, but they ended up inserting cytotek!!!! I only just learned about the horrors of the tiny pill. If I had known at the time, I probably would have walked out lol. Well after a few hours of small contractions (which I didn't really feel considering I went in with a MASSIVE toothache and was more focused on that) my water broke on its own at 5:10 am. I thought I had peed the bed. It honestly felt exactly like urinating. So I rang the nurse to remove the fetal monitors so I could use the restroom and after sitting on the toilet for two minutes peeing more and more I thought to myself perhaps it was my waters.
I got out of the bathroom and waddled toward the bed and I was leaking the whole way back to the bed. The nurse checked and it was indeed amniotic fluid, but I had only dilated one centimeter.
Around 5:30 I got the first real contractions. They started out four minutes apart. They were completely tolerable for hours! Nurses came in and out checking my progress but I was still only 1 cm by noon. I had a planned water birth and didn't want pitocin so I just groaned through the pain. They had become regular lasting 2 minutes and being 1 minute apart. By this time I had family members coming in and out visiting me. My mom and fiance stayed with me most of the time. I was bouncing on the ball with a bed protector/liner under my bum since I was leaking water and they didn't want me to slip on the ball... That would have been kind of funny to see, I'm sure
The anesthesiologist entered the room to speak with me about an epidural. I had CLEARLY stated I wanted nothing to do with pain medication and that I was attempting a water birth, so I was livid that the nurses would allow her to come in the middle of my labor to tell me all about how wonderful they are. I was so mad my eyes were tearing up and I was giving this woman short answers and felt like I had to defend myself. She was saying "Well, what is it about epidurals you don't like?" and anything I said she countered like she was some sort of salesman. "Oh no, epidurals don't do that!" or "Well, let me tell you how some of the other patients felt maybe it will change your mind." I didn't give a rats a** about how other women feel about epidurals. I didn't want to change my mind. I couldn't get this woman to leave. I was being as polite as I could during intense labor trying to get it through her fat skull that I refuse! No thank you, let me try this on my own! Ugh! She left after fifteen minutes of "educating" me, and a long death glare in response from yours truly.
I was doing a bad job with my breathing through contractions. I didn't realize it at the time. The nurses and my mom kept telling me to breath slower and relax but the contractions hurt so bad. I started shaking terribly and they made me get back on the bed and lie on my side for a while. Still around noon they decided to give me more cytotek (twice the dose as the first) and immediately the pain and contractions intensified incredibly. I went to urinate and it was the most uncomfortable bathroom experience of my life! My contractions were thirty seconds apart and gut wrenching toe curling pain and with the amniotic fluid gushing and trying to pee through it all, OMG. The nurses set up the shower with a stool so I could let the water run down my back (I started getting burning firey pain in my hips and lower back) and I couldn't even stand. I NEVER thought the pain would be like that. The only position that didn't kill me was one knee on the stool, arms on the wall, and rotating my hips. The water was more irritating than helpful so five minutes into the shower, I shut it off and wobbled back into the room. My liquid lunch was waiting by the bed but I didn't even have enough time between contractions to sip on anything. I looked like a cat before it gives birth, I was sitting down and immediately standing up and trying to get on all fours then standing back up and rocking but nothing was helping.
At 1 pm I was curled up in bed moaning and bawling, the only thing that helped me (and it really did help but made me look ridiculous) was writhing my legs in a sort of bicycle motion. A nurse timidly asked me if I wanted to try some medicine that would take the edge off. She said it wouldn't relieve the pain necessarily, it would just make me feel better and brighten the mood. I eagerly accepted, still against the epidural, and it made everything so much worse! I felt drunk and I lost any control I had over my reactions to the contractions. I started yelling into the pillow and hallucinating weird things, I thought my lungs had collapsed (I couldn't focus on my breathing anymore from the medicine and was hyperventilating) and I swear I saw potatoes everywhere. Looking back, it was probably just spots in my vision. The nurses checked me again and there was no change and I spoke with OH (actually I begged him to kill me, from what he says) and we agreed to an epidural... I pleaded more or less. And when I finally decided I wanted one, I wanted it RIGHT NOW. There were 20 seconds between contractions, they were lasting two minutes, and still no change?! I was out of my mind in pain and I wouldn't change a thing. Anesthesia saleswomen came in and did her thing at 2:30 pm. The second the epidural came into effect I was the happiest person in the world. I was finally in the mindset of "wow, I'm going to have my baby!" for the first time since my water had broken. The entire labor all I could think about was the pain and had nearly forgotten why I was even there. Suddenly the anesthesiologist was my BFF and we were chatting it up and getting along much, much better. I was relieved at how fast they had arrived after I demanded the epidural. Sure, the bee sting needles hurt like hell but it was nothing at ALL compared to what I had felt all day. After the epidural I was checked and 3cm, 75% effaced so I took a nap.
I don't remember signing the waiver for pitocin (OH says I did) but when I woke up my IV was pumping it into me. I looked at the contraction monitor and it was like one giant contraction! I was like
because I didn't feel it! Lol.
Now the fun part!
At 5pm I started feeling like I REALLY needed to use the restroom. (I had a walking epidural and I could still move my legs around and feel pressure and such) I was sure I was about to have a BM in bed. The nurse came in to check my progress and while she was feeling my cervix she smiled really big. And I was fully dilated! Another nurse double checked and they finally called my MW and doctor to the hospital. What I had been feeling was her little head starting to descend! When MW came in and felt, she said it was time to push but my mother and sister had JUST left the hospital to get something from the house (everyone thought there would still be a long long time before I would be fully dilated) and I begged to wait until they came back. We called them and it took fifteen minutes for them to show up. Meanwhile my midwife had me do some practice pushes. I held back a lot
I wanted my mommy lol.
When everyone was in the room (mom, sister, fiance, midwife, doctor, nurses) it took another ten minutes for everything to be set up for the delivery. The whole time I was feeling her get lower. I could feel EVERYTHING it just didn't hurt. All the nurses said I had the best epidural they had seen administered, which is great because the guy who inserted it was training under the anesthesiologist woman. I was afraid a trainee gave me the epidural, but it was PERFECT. I was moving my legs and felt exactly where I needed to push. In fact, pushing was incredibly fast, lasting from 5:35 to 5:57. It really didn't feel like twenty minutes! It felt more like five. I gave it all I had and I felt the crowning and I had a huge energy rush because it was so close. My midwife exclaimed "Oh my God look at all of this hair! I'm so jealous!" and that made me even more excited! I didn't think she would have hair because I never had any heartburn or saw any on ultrasounds. Her shoulders got a little stuck on the way out and I have a very minimal internal tear, took a minute to stitch up (at which point I could feel... not too pleasant). Unfortunately her cord was far too short and they needed to cut it immediately, so she didn't get the blood from the placenta. 
Her poor little arms and legs were blue! But she had surprising head control... The nurses watched in awe as Jaycie lifted her head up and looked all around after I fed her. 
Pretty much everything in my birth plan went wrong, but I have no regrets. I don't see any of this as traumatic- not the need for induction, the INTENSE need for pain relief, no cord blood, tearing, nothing! In the end, it was the perfect birth because when I saw Jaycie for the first time none of it mattered like I thought it would have. Whether I would have delivered in the tub, on my back, or via c-section- all that mattered was I was holding the most beautiful baby I had ever seen.
Birth weight: 8.4 lbs
Length: 19.25 inches
Post partum was PAINFUL for the first two days. It was a major adjustment from having a huge baby bump, to having no abdominal muscle tone. I was walking like an old lady, and I still do most of the time. I have a very empty feeling under my ribcage and the stitches make it hurt to cough or laugh, plus I pee myself all the time But I love it all! So far feeding is okay. She latched on PERFECTLY during skin to skin and we didn't need any help feeding in the hospital. 
I'm so proud of my sweetie. The hospital provided a complimentary newborn photo shoot so I will add a couple, along with some at home pictures.
Thank you for sharing these last months with me and helping welcome Jaycie into the world!
The last picture shows off her pretty curls, I'm sorry my bra is showing Photobucket isn't working right and I can't crop it or resize a lot of the pictures. Sorry!
https://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/JaycieFeb212012024.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/Photo02260026_2.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/IMG_4320.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/JaycieFeb212012008.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/Photo02251942_3.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/Photo02260031_3-1.jpg
This gets to be kind of choppy and rambly since I'm typing in a hurry while my angel is napping.
After a couple weeks of rejecting induction from my well-meaning but pushy doctor, I gave in. My fiance and sister accompanied me to the labor and delivery unit at midnight on tuesday for the scheduled induction. I thought they were going to use cervadil, but they ended up inserting cytotek!!!! I only just learned about the horrors of the tiny pill. If I had known at the time, I probably would have walked out lol. Well after a few hours of small contractions (which I didn't really feel considering I went in with a MASSIVE toothache and was more focused on that) my water broke on its own at 5:10 am. I thought I had peed the bed. It honestly felt exactly like urinating. So I rang the nurse to remove the fetal monitors so I could use the restroom and after sitting on the toilet for two minutes peeing more and more I thought to myself perhaps it was my waters.
I got out of the bathroom and waddled toward the bed and I was leaking the whole way back to the bed. The nurse checked and it was indeed amniotic fluid, but I had only dilated one centimeter. Around 5:30 I got the first real contractions. They started out four minutes apart. They were completely tolerable for hours! Nurses came in and out checking my progress but I was still only 1 cm by noon. I had a planned water birth and didn't want pitocin so I just groaned through the pain. They had become regular lasting 2 minutes and being 1 minute apart. By this time I had family members coming in and out visiting me. My mom and fiance stayed with me most of the time. I was bouncing on the ball with a bed protector/liner under my bum since I was leaking water and they didn't want me to slip on the ball... That would have been kind of funny to see, I'm sure
The anesthesiologist entered the room to speak with me about an epidural. I had CLEARLY stated I wanted nothing to do with pain medication and that I was attempting a water birth, so I was livid that the nurses would allow her to come in the middle of my labor to tell me all about how wonderful they are. I was so mad my eyes were tearing up and I was giving this woman short answers and felt like I had to defend myself. She was saying "Well, what is it about epidurals you don't like?" and anything I said she countered like she was some sort of salesman. "Oh no, epidurals don't do that!" or "Well, let me tell you how some of the other patients felt maybe it will change your mind." I didn't give a rats a** about how other women feel about epidurals. I didn't want to change my mind. I couldn't get this woman to leave. I was being as polite as I could during intense labor trying to get it through her fat skull that I refuse! No thank you, let me try this on my own! Ugh! She left after fifteen minutes of "educating" me, and a long death glare in response from yours truly.
I was doing a bad job with my breathing through contractions. I didn't realize it at the time. The nurses and my mom kept telling me to breath slower and relax but the contractions hurt so bad. I started shaking terribly and they made me get back on the bed and lie on my side for a while. Still around noon they decided to give me more cytotek (twice the dose as the first) and immediately the pain and contractions intensified incredibly. I went to urinate and it was the most uncomfortable bathroom experience of my life! My contractions were thirty seconds apart and gut wrenching toe curling pain and with the amniotic fluid gushing and trying to pee through it all, OMG. The nurses set up the shower with a stool so I could let the water run down my back (I started getting burning firey pain in my hips and lower back) and I couldn't even stand. I NEVER thought the pain would be like that. The only position that didn't kill me was one knee on the stool, arms on the wall, and rotating my hips. The water was more irritating than helpful so five minutes into the shower, I shut it off and wobbled back into the room. My liquid lunch was waiting by the bed but I didn't even have enough time between contractions to sip on anything. I looked like a cat before it gives birth, I was sitting down and immediately standing up and trying to get on all fours then standing back up and rocking but nothing was helping.
At 1 pm I was curled up in bed moaning and bawling, the only thing that helped me (and it really did help but made me look ridiculous) was writhing my legs in a sort of bicycle motion. A nurse timidly asked me if I wanted to try some medicine that would take the edge off. She said it wouldn't relieve the pain necessarily, it would just make me feel better and brighten the mood. I eagerly accepted, still against the epidural, and it made everything so much worse! I felt drunk and I lost any control I had over my reactions to the contractions. I started yelling into the pillow and hallucinating weird things, I thought my lungs had collapsed (I couldn't focus on my breathing anymore from the medicine and was hyperventilating) and I swear I saw potatoes everywhere. Looking back, it was probably just spots in my vision. The nurses checked me again and there was no change and I spoke with OH (actually I begged him to kill me, from what he says) and we agreed to an epidural... I pleaded more or less. And when I finally decided I wanted one, I wanted it RIGHT NOW. There were 20 seconds between contractions, they were lasting two minutes, and still no change?! I was out of my mind in pain and I wouldn't change a thing. Anesthesia saleswomen came in and did her thing at 2:30 pm. The second the epidural came into effect I was the happiest person in the world. I was finally in the mindset of "wow, I'm going to have my baby!" for the first time since my water had broken. The entire labor all I could think about was the pain and had nearly forgotten why I was even there. Suddenly the anesthesiologist was my BFF and we were chatting it up and getting along much, much better. I was relieved at how fast they had arrived after I demanded the epidural. Sure, the bee sting needles hurt like hell but it was nothing at ALL compared to what I had felt all day. After the epidural I was checked and 3cm, 75% effaced so I took a nap.
I don't remember signing the waiver for pitocin (OH says I did) but when I woke up my IV was pumping it into me. I looked at the contraction monitor and it was like one giant contraction! I was like
because I didn't feel it! Lol. Now the fun part!
At 5pm I started feeling like I REALLY needed to use the restroom. (I had a walking epidural and I could still move my legs around and feel pressure and such) I was sure I was about to have a BM in bed. The nurse came in to check my progress and while she was feeling my cervix she smiled really big. And I was fully dilated! Another nurse double checked and they finally called my MW and doctor to the hospital. What I had been feeling was her little head starting to descend! When MW came in and felt, she said it was time to push but my mother and sister had JUST left the hospital to get something from the house (everyone thought there would still be a long long time before I would be fully dilated) and I begged to wait until they came back. We called them and it took fifteen minutes for them to show up. Meanwhile my midwife had me do some practice pushes. I held back a lot
I wanted my mommy lol. When everyone was in the room (mom, sister, fiance, midwife, doctor, nurses) it took another ten minutes for everything to be set up for the delivery. The whole time I was feeling her get lower. I could feel EVERYTHING it just didn't hurt. All the nurses said I had the best epidural they had seen administered, which is great because the guy who inserted it was training under the anesthesiologist woman. I was afraid a trainee gave me the epidural, but it was PERFECT. I was moving my legs and felt exactly where I needed to push. In fact, pushing was incredibly fast, lasting from 5:35 to 5:57. It really didn't feel like twenty minutes! It felt more like five. I gave it all I had and I felt the crowning and I had a huge energy rush because it was so close. My midwife exclaimed "Oh my God look at all of this hair! I'm so jealous!" and that made me even more excited! I didn't think she would have hair because I never had any heartburn or saw any on ultrasounds. Her shoulders got a little stuck on the way out and I have a very minimal internal tear, took a minute to stitch up (at which point I could feel... not too pleasant
). Unfortunately her cord was far too short and they needed to cut it immediately, so she didn't get the blood from the placenta. Her poor little arms and legs were blue! But she had surprising head control... The nurses watched in awe as Jaycie lifted her head up and looked all around after I fed her. Pretty much everything in my birth plan went wrong, but I have no regrets. I don't see any of this as traumatic- not the need for induction, the INTENSE need for pain relief, no cord blood, tearing, nothing! In the end, it was the perfect birth because when I saw Jaycie for the first time none of it mattered like I thought it would have. Whether I would have delivered in the tub, on my back, or via c-section- all that mattered was I was holding the most beautiful baby I had ever seen.
Birth weight: 8.4 lbs
Length: 19.25 inches
Post partum was PAINFUL for the first two days. It was a major adjustment from having a huge baby bump, to having no abdominal muscle tone. I was walking like an old lady, and I still do most of the time. I have a very empty feeling under my ribcage and the stitches make it hurt to cough or laugh, plus I pee myself all the time
But I love it all! So far feeding is okay. She latched on PERFECTLY during skin to skin and we didn't need any help feeding in the hospital. I'm so proud of my sweetie. The hospital provided a complimentary newborn photo shoot so I will add a couple, along with some at home pictures. Thank you for sharing these last months with me and helping welcome Jaycie into the world!
The last picture shows off her pretty curls, I'm sorry my bra is showing
Photobucket isn't working right and I can't crop it or resize a lot of the pictures. Sorry!https://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/JaycieFeb212012024.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/Photo02260026_2.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/IMG_4320.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/JaycieFeb212012008.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/Photo02251942_3.jpghttps://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab200/ReReKitty/Jaycie%20Alexandria/Photo02260031_3-1.jpg
