The plan was that by morning she would start my Pitocin give me my epidural break my water and the baby would arrive sometime mid day on Thursday.
So we had our friend Heather come and sleep over with the kids and we packed up and left to arrive at the hospital at about 10 PM on Wednesday night.
After the monitors were all hooked up and I convinced the nurses that I needed some medication they gave me something that they said would "take the edge off and feel like I had a few margaritas". Sure enough shortly after I started to feel warm all over and realize that the medication was working. I immediately started to feel a little bit more emotional and a little bit sleepy.
At this point they finally check to me and I was a 2 1/2 and they gave me the special medication that was supposed to start my contractions. They only get it if you're under three and I was still technically under three so they gave it to me as per Dr.'s orders. They did not want to start the epidural and so that's why they started the other medication first and it was supposed to wear off within about four hours and I would feel back to myself again.
At this point it was probably about 2 o'clock in the morning. My contractions had officially started at about one or 130. Medication was making me very sleepy and I started to doze off for only about 30 minutes. I was woken to some more severe contractions and some severe nausea. I asked for my epidural as these contractions were very painful. When they check to me at this point I was a six. Clearly I was moving a lot faster than they had anticipated.
They called my doctor who was already on her way in for another delivery. By the time she came in to see me I was already in eight and my water had still not broken. She decided to go deliver her other baby and then when she came back I was now at a nine and she broke my water. It was now time to push.
At this point I felt like death and there was nothing I wanted to do but die. Medicine that they had given me was making me feel so out of my realm. I was vomiting I was sleepy I was confused and I was super hormonal and emotional crying and weeping all over the place. As they told me it was time to push there was no happiness in me at all and I did not want to have that baby.
I pushed through about five contractions and a lot of pain. Again I was still crying I was still mad I was still vomiting, not my ideal way of having a baby. I had Courtney we laughed and smiled through the entire thing, it was such a joyous occasion and I couldn't wait to see her.
With this one I couldn't wait for it to be over so everyone would leave me alone. After I push the baby out finally they put her up on top of my chest and I had zero strength left in me to even touch her....
To be continued with more pictures coming soon.