I was scheduled to be induced on February 28th at 8 p.m. I started having mild to moderate contractions the day before. I didn’t want to go to the hospital right then because I was afraid of being sent back home. So after a shower, which felt more amazing than ever, I finished packing my bags for the hospital stay. After a few more irregular, painless contractions, I layed down. When I woke up it was about 6:15 a.m. the next morning! I was awoken by a very painful contraction that lasted about thirty-five to forty-five seconds. I tried to breathe and relax like I was taught, but that didn’t work for me.
So I told my boyfriend to get up and help me time the contractions as they were coming, hitting me head-on. We timed them for about thirty more minutes, which seemed like a life time for me, before they became irregular. I was so scared to tell my home nurse when she came that I thought I was in labor, but the minute she saw me, she knew what time it was. She asked how long they lasted, and how far apart they were. I told her the reason why I hadn’t gone to the hospital yet, and she told me that they would not send me back home, only for me to return hours later for the induction. Duh! So when she left we loaded the stuff into the car, and headed to the hospital.
When I arrived, they hooked me up to the baby monitor, and checked my cervix. I had dilated four centimeters. Phew! I was somewhat relieved to know that we were just a few more centimeters, and a few pushes away from holding our son. After I was put into a private labor and delivery room with my family, the doctor gave me an epidural. A Godsend! I must have fell asleep, because when I woke up it was like 3:55 a.m. The doctor came in and checked my cervix and noticed that I wasn’t dilating anymore. I was still at four centimeters! Then she checked the monitor on the baby, and saw that there was no heartbeat coming from him, she told me the baby had fell into distress and probably wasn’t getting any oxygen, and that they had to perform an emergency c-section, after she said that a bunch of doctors and nurses came rushing in the room, unhooking the cords and monitors they had me hooked up to. She told me to turn over and get on my hands and knees, and they rushed me down the hall to the operating room. I was scared to death because I had never experienced anything so terrifying. Everything happened so quickly, the last thing I remember the doctor saying was “take deep breaths in”, as she put an oxygen mask over my face, and I breathed in the sleeping gas.
When I woke up, I was in recovery. There was a nurse standing by my bed, and I asked her how my son was, she said everything went fine and that he was doing well. She told me that she was giving me some medicine because my blood pressure went up after surgery. I said okay and dozed back off to sleep. When I woke up my boyfriend was holding my hand, and they were getting ready to take me back to my other room. I asked when I could see the baby, and she said after I rest that she would bring him to me. When we got to the room, I fell asleep for about four hours, and when I woke up my beautiful baby boy was lying in the incubator next to my bed. He was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. I picked him up with the assistance of my boyfriend, and held him close to my face, and kissed him over and over. It was amazing and I felt amazing. I was just glad it was over, and I was able to hold him and tell him how much I loved him.