I was due on March 21st. Since Beckham was induced 11 days late, I have come to realize that I have a 5 star uterus and I was not really expecting her to come on her own will so I just assumed I would have her on her induction date which was Saturday March 28th.
In the meantime, I had to go in for some non-stress tests to make sure the baby was kicking, I was contracting and her heart rate and my blood pressure were doing well. Apparently once you hit 40 weeks, you turn into a ticking time bomb...
I was in there on Thursday and they said her heart rate was going down with each contraction and I needed to head to the hospital for further monitoring. Cue tears...
(This happened with Beckham too but for my blood pressure) I started to cry uncontrollably. I blame it on the hormones. The most they would do is induce me that day which really wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but apparently, I was not mentally ready for that. I went in for monitoring and my mom started making her way here just in case so she could take care of Beckham.
After being monitored for a few hours, I headed home with a "see you Saturday." I hung out with my mom the rest of the day and we made plans to get some shopping done the next day before the big induction day on Saturday.
I went to bed early after drinking 4 Red Raspberry Leaf Teas. (I drank 3 the day before because I heard it really helped with labor. My plan was to drink 5 the next day as well. Seriously, this stuff is nasty, but I will swear up and down this was a miracle worker for me).
I woke up at 1:30 to some contractions and tried to ignore them. At 2:30, I gave up and just got up. I thought maybe they were from being hungry so I went downstairs and had a snack while bouncing on my exercise ball. I started to time the contractions thinking if I have to deal with this for the next 24 hours, I will never get any sleep! The contractions were 4-5 minutes apart lasting 1+ minute each. They really weren't that bad so I thought, "Well, just in case, I am going to go take a shower." Took a shower, curled my hair, packed my bag and did my make-up. The contractions weren't going away and it was about 5am at this point so I decided to wake Mike up. You could tell he didn't really believe me. I think he was expecting me to be screaming and yelling, but I think I was a little apprehensive myself and really unsure of what was happening. Mike got ready, shaved and packed up. By the time he was ready, I was really starting to feel the pain and was starting to have to breathe through contractions. I told my mom and we headed to the hospital.
The whole time on the way there, I was thinking, "Please, please, tell me I am further along than 2cm. Please don't send me home!"
I got there and you could tell the nurses were sizing me up and practically taking bets how far along I was. "So how many kids have you had?" "How much pain are you in?" "How long have you been having contractions?" Turns out when you have had a kid before, you get a lot of street cred in the hospital. They seem to not bug you as much or ask you as many stupid questions.
Anyway, they finally came in and measured me-I was an 8!!!! I was so excited! I even gave a "Wahoo!" in the triage room. I can't believe I made it to an 8 all by myself!! The nurses were all laughing at me I am pretty sure it was because of that tea!
They headed me over to the labor room and all the nurses congratulated me on the way out and I told them I had proven enough and they can send the epidural guy on over!
He came in quickly and the last few cms were a walk in the park until I hit a 10. My water still hadn't broken and there was sooo much pressure! I was trying to hold off from calling the doctor in because I didn't want them to make me push longer than I wanted to.
|She cried for a second and then just looked around and then wanted to eat and eat and eat while I got all stitched up.|
|It is strange not seeing little boy parts. I am still a little thrown off by it.|
|We were taken to the next room and she was all cleaned off and we decided to take a much needed nap!|
|Grandma came on over to meet the little girl. Since it is still Flu season Beckham wasn't allowed in, so Mike took Beckham to Toys R Us while my Mom held the little Angel.|