Labor Story

So I finally have a minute and thought since I haven't down loaded any new pics yet, I would tell you my labor experience.

We got to the hospital at 8 am on Jan 10th to be induced. Within 30 minutes they had broken my water and started me on pitocin. Going into the hospital I was already 4 centimeters dilated and 90% effaced. At about noon my contractions were starting to finally get a little stronger and I asked for the epidural. It was kind of strange because until noon I almost couldn't feel the contractions at all. The only way I could tell I was having one is because during each contraction I became short of breath and felt like it was difficult to breath but it didn't hurt. They checked me at that time and I hadn't progressed at all.

After getting the epidural it was easy sailing till about 6 pm. That is when the contractions really picked up. I couldn't feel them still but I got really sick and started throwing up. Also, even with the epidural I still felt like I couldn't breath right during each contraction and that started getting worse too. After an hour of throwing up over and over again the nurse gave me something for it and it went away. Thank you for medicine that works!

They checked me at 7pm and I was suddenly dilated to a 6 and 100% effaced, yahoo! We were finally getting closer. It was around this point that my epidural started having problems and kept wearing off on one side and then the other over and over again. The anesthesiologist had to keep coming in to give me extra injections.

They checked me each hour and I continued to progress pretty rapidly. By 8:30 pm I was 10 centimeters dilated and the doctor suggested waiting one more hour to see if my body would do some of the work for me so I wouldn't have to do so much pushing. So we waited and when they checked me again I was a 10 + and they were ready for me to start pushing. I pushed from 9:30 pm to 11:45 pm and made absolutely no progress in getting Jace closer to coming out.

At that point the doctor just said that I was doing everything right but the baby was probably coming out on a bad angle and was stuck. He said I could push as long as I wanted but he felt it was going to do little more than make me more tired and frustrated. So we decided to do the C-section.

I was really emotional about this decision because I was exhausted from 15 hours of labor and it just wasn't the happy ending I was hoping for but it was what we had to do. The anesthesiologist came in and gave me something because my epidural was wearing off again and whatever he gave me, made me a little out of it because I remember going in and being prepped for the C-section but everything is a little fuzzy.

Once I was in there and ready I remember the doctors testing to make sure I was numb. They rolled a prickly thing across my tummy in different areas asking me if I could feel it or not. The higher he went on my tummy I realized that I could feel it. I couldn't feel it perfectly but I definitely felt a sensation. I told them and they said that they wouldn't be cutting me that high anyway so it didn't matter. So they got started. I remember feeling a lot of pressure as they pulled each baby out. Jace was first because he was baby A and he was born at 12:24 am, Jefferson followed after at 12:26 am on 1-11-11'.

I missed seeing Jace when they showed him to me right after they pulled him out but I did get a glimpse of Jefferson before they took him back to be checked. From that point on things went down hill really fast.

The doctors were still working on me pulling stuff out and cleaning me out and I realized that I was beginning to feel what they were doing. Apparently the stopper that the anesthesiologist had given me wasn't working right and was wearing off too soon. I remember moaning and saying I can feel it, I can feel it. The anesthesiologist ran out of the room to get more medicine for me and I freaked because I didn't know why he was leaving. From that point on I have no recollection of anything that happened because I went into shock. According to Abe I did a lot of moaning and I said some rude things to the doctors and nurses. I guess I told the nurses they were all liers and I apparently said some really rude things to the anesthesiologist when he came back but Abe didn't tell me exactly what it was I said. He just told me I needed to apologize to everyone. Apparently while I was unconscious my breathing became very irregular and the doctors decided they couldn't give me any more pain meds for fear that I would stop breathing. So instead, they just let me go into shock and pass out.

I woke up back in my labor and delivery room in the most horrible pain I have ever felt. Throughout the day the doctors and nurses had been asking me on a regular basis "on a scale from 1 to 10 how would you rate your pain?" So all I remember is when I woke up I was yelling "it's a 10, it's a 10!" Everything had worn off completely and I could feel it all. Abe and a nurse were both there and I kind of remember them both trying to get me to focus on them and to take deep breaths because my breathing was becoming erratic again and they couldn't start giving me pain meds until I calmed down. I don't really remember calming down but I do remember the nurse telling me she was giving me morphine. Slowly after that things started focusing and feeling better. She gave me morphine, percicett and motrine and by the time they all kicked in I was feeling much better.

It was then that they brought the boys in so I could meet them for the first time. I can't tell you how happy I was to finally see their little faces and hold them. I was still too out of it to try feeding them or nursing them so I watched Abe and a nurse give them their first feeding. After that they took them back to the nursery and they took us to the second floor which was wear we would stay for the next 3.5 days.

It was a long 16 hours to get them hear but it was so worth every agonizing moment. They are perfect and we are so in love with each of them.

Welcome to our family Jace and Jefferson!