I'm going to print out this thread so I thought I'd include her birth story, 6 months later. I was a little upset at first, alot upset. But, then I got over it and realized her birth was perfect for her, and it went wonderfuly, and I'll never forget it and cherish the memories.
My husband's step mother and mother hate each other and always make snide comments behind each others backs and try's to involve me, and the drama stresses me out, so I didn't want them there. They were, and got along so well, and even hugged, it was stress free and I'm so glad for the company, all day long. His stepmom messaged my feet and did reflexology it was wonderful, she is a message therapist. My husband was there, and my inlaws were getting along, I wasn't alone, so it was wonderful.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that. It all started Thursday night Nov 6th, I was to go in to hospital at 10pm to be induced. You ladies may remember I was scared shitless about the medicine and didn't want to go through with it, but specialist told me Macie was big and better out than in and all that scary stuff. We packed the final bags, kissed the kids and my mother goodbye and left the house. In the car we called the hospital at 10 to see if there was a room, and there was not, and call back at midnight. Well, I'd kissed the kids and all that and didn't want to go through all that again so we left. I wanted to pick up a few last minute items that I'd not gotten so we went to Target. I got the boon drying rack, grass so cute, and the accesories and a pack of Dr Brown's bottles and pacis, I think. Then we went to Starbucks and had coffee, Yes I was the pregnant woman in the coffee shop haha. Then called back when they closed and the hospital had a bed, yay so off we went. Checked in, and then waited and waited and waited forever. I laid on Chris' lap and went to sleep. There was another pregnant woman there, very nice young lady, by herself. I felt bad because I had been there, twice, and so grateful for my husband's lap to lay on. Finally at 1:30 am Friday morning my room was ready, we got in, got settled and waited some more. 2 am is when they put the first dose of Cytotec, and then we waited, for 2 hours I think. Then some ho hum contractions, but nothing big, and they were sporadic. Four hours later at 6 am I was given another dose, and then waited with off and on contractions for another 4 hours. I think the parents arrived about 8am. I was hooked up to an iv, so chris had to take me to the bathroom several times, not much contractions to speak of really, but alot of pain in my thighs from that awful hospital bed, ugh. at 10 am friday I had another dose of cytotec, along with some pain meds, the contractions were sometimes painful when they came, and I was tired and wanted sleep and caved. I don't remember a whole lot from then until I was awakened at 5:30 am Saterday, other than being given a final dose of cytotec at 2 pm, more pain meds, I do remember crying and being really Really upset that the doctor would not use another drug after my repeated requests, cytotec was Clearly not working, Pitocin worked for me in the past there was another drug they could use, I didn't understand why not use it. At 6 pm I was given another drug, Cervadil, and lost my show, and another was inserted and labor began properly, but it was too late. My husband's dad and step mom left about midnight I think, and his mom had left about 8pm. I moaned softly through contractions that were getting more and more painful. I had the epidural about 3 am. I am foggy on the details between then and 5:30am. I do remember the nurse gave me oxygen, said the baby's O2 was too low, and next thing I know I'm being told I had to have an emergency csec, Macie had to come out now. I was exhausted, pale, starving, weak and I couldn't imagine how I'd get through the pushing stage and just wanted to be done after 26 and some odd hours. I told my husband, he was snoozing while I labored, he was exhausted and can sleep through anything and I preferred being somewhat alone while laboring, even though he was on the couch next to me. He jumped up, somewhat disoriented and said something about he had to call his mom and to our surprize in the door she walked at that very moment. Must have been mother's intuition, she said she just couldn't sleep and felt I needed her. They wheeled me into the operating did whatever they need to do and the next thing I knew I heard a baby cry. Chris was talking to me, keeping me calm (I was quite scared) and we hear a baby cry and just looked at each other like "what was that". It was quicker than I thought. Macie was born at 6:01 am weighing 7 pounds 7 ounces and was 21 inches long. They showed her to us real quick and took her away to nursery and Chris went with her. I laid there as they did their thing and stiched me up for what felt like forever. Finally I was brought to recovery where my mother in law was waiting and a few minutes later they brought her to me and I got to meet my baby. I was later told I had been given duramorph, I was pretty out of it. Later I finally went up to my room and got settled in. Macie stayed with us the whole time, except for about an hour each morning when she'd be taken to the nursery for tests and checking and all that. Chris was Amazing, I don't know how I would have done it without him. I couldn't get out of bed the whole first day and had a catheter. Chris would change Macie's diaper and bring her to me to feed her. I cherished the time with just Chris, Macie and I. ok gotta to be continued...
