While I have a free moment!
Friday morning Jerry and I got to the hospital at 5am for the induction. The nurses got me all set and and my IV in by 6:30. I tested positive for GBS so they started the first medicine bag. She checked me and I was 1 1/2cm, 50% effaced, and she was at -2 station. They started the pitocin on 1 at 7:00am. When my OB came in at 8:30 I was almost 2 cm, 60% effaced, and she was at -2 station. He broke my water and the nurses bumped the pitocin up to 6 (they had been slowly raising the amount...much slower than normal b/c I was a previous section). I was having really strong, though not terribly painful, contractions. They were actually registering 270 out of 300 on the strength. I throw that in to say that I was SURE that things were moving right along. The pitocin was left on level 6 until 12:30 when the nurse checked again. She had actually said "there's no since in raising it since your body is doing so well". Well, when she checked, MUCH to ALL of our surprise, I was ALMOST 3 cm, 80% effaced, and she was -1 station.
This was 5 1/2 hours into the induction and my heart broke right then and there. I was pretty disheartened b/c I KNEW that was not enough progress. I had been having contractions every 3 minutes that were SUPER strong that I was able to talk and breath through..but it still wasn't fun. And I had refused medicine b/c I didn't want to do anything to slow the labor. I broke down in tears and when I realized that I was becoming snappy with my family and couldn't calm down I asked for some Stadol. My OB came in around 1:30 and checked with ZERO change. He said that he'd give me until 4:30 to make SOME kind of progress. If I could show him anything...he'd let me stay and labor. If not, well, I knew what we'd have to do. The nurse gave me the stadol (only half a dose) and raised the pitocin AGAIN.
Fast forward to two hours later. My pitocin had now been raised to 12. Oh. my. gosh. the pain was HORRENDOUS. My little stadol shot was worn off and I finally asked the nurse to PLEASE check me an hour early b/c I really wanted the epidural if possible. She checked me and I was 3 1/2 ..almost...4cm 80% effaced, and she was at -1 station. I couldn't even have the epidural. That was it for me. At that point...I realized that my body is just NOT made for birthing babies. There were a lot of tears involved but I asked the nurse to call my ob and ask him to give the okay to shut off the pitocin. I was ready for the section.
This is actually where it gets interesting. By the time I got wheeled into OR the contractions were gone. stopped. nada. My body had just quit anyway. They went to do the spinal and I was sitting slighty crooked on the table..something that I mentioned by the way..and the anesthesiologist didn't say anything and firmly told me to tuck my chin and poke out my back. Next thing I know..I'm feeling cold shooting sensations down my left leg..wtf?! He would poke and I'd tell him I felt it. and we went through that about 5 times. He finally said he was done and had me lay down. (the whole process took 15 minutes..which my cousin, an RN was SHOCKED and a little mortified about....she's never seen a spinal take less than 30 to 45 minutes) Sooooo, I laid down and they were checking to see what I could feel. Almost everything on my right side. The anes. had already tried to leave and they yelled for him to get back in the room..that he was going to stay for the surgery..so he comes back in explaining how he KNEW he did the spinal right and yada yada yada. Well, the other anes. behind me was watching me really closely and said that if I felt ANYTHING again to let him know. I don't know if you guys remember, but I was so drugged by the time Dean came out I don't even remember seeing him.. So, midway through the surgery.. i.e. as they were pulling her out...I started feeling EVERYTHING.. EVERY little slide of her little body coming out. Wanna talk about make you nausiated pain?! My mom (Jerry let her go with me into OR b/c he's wonderful like that) looked at me and there were tears streaming down my face ..I reufsed to make any noise though b/c I just wanted to see her! Next thing I hear is she's mumbling with the (good) anes. and telling me to breath..deep breaths. He told me that he was going to give me something to make me "not care" but that he wouldn't put me under. Apparently (found out later) that they rushed getting her bundled to see me..I got to see my beautiful daughter with DARK DARK hair and give her a kiss...and next thing I knew...I was waking up post op in a recovery room. He ended up putting me totally under right after I got to see her b/c, as he told my mother, "there's just no reason for her to go through that kind of pain". Needless to say, next time I will NOT let the other anes. ANYWHERE near me.
Here are her stats:
Jeigh Lynne Foster
06-06-2008 at 5:40pm
6pounds 13oz
21 inches long
12 1/2 head (lol, she had a pea head after all)
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Kim 
Short of an emergency, no more epis for me...or any of that...if I can help it, natural, it is...BY choice this time. Funny how life experiences color things and change ya, huh? 
At least you got to see her before they knocked you out.
