I did really well keeping up and documenting my pregnancy and then bam, baby, I fell behind. Literally, the baby arrived.
Last time I talked about my pregnancy I was sitting in the middle of my 36th week and praying she'd want to make an appearance soon.
Week 37, cervix high, no extra dilation.
Week 38, cervix high, no extra dilation.
Week 39, cervix high, no extra dilation. Time to talk about inducing.
I'm not a huge fan of inducing, I induced with my son and it was a long, 2 day long process. It was uncomfortable and spending any extra time in the hospital is just not my preference. He still ended up coming on his own, so the whole thing was a waste.
But he was 9lbs 5ounces, a bit big for a 5'4 gal to push out. So I was already aware that my Doctor wanted to talked about induction if we neared 40 weeks, because I'm small and have a history of big babies!
We discussed it and she put in a call at the hospital to schedule me in for May 14th, two days before my due date. This was about 6 days away, still plenty of waiting time and time for my husband to clear his schedule with work.
And then May 13th arrived.
I woke up that morning feeling my usual cranky, achy self. I love being pregnant but this part is not my favorite. I planned to spend my day prepping my son to go to my parents, where he would be staying while we were in the hospital. I also was making sure we had everything we needed.
We were scheduled to check in at the hospital at midnight.
And then a funny thing happened.
I went to the bathroom and there it was, the bloody show. Gross, I know, but it's all part of the process! And silly me, I didn't think much of it. I mean, plenty of women have it and still don't go into labor for weeks.
My husband came home early to help me get things together. We finished setting up our room to accommodate the pack and play, loaded up our bags, cleaned up the house and tried to relax.
But I couldn't relax because I was starting to have pain. Nothing serious, but a couple of contractions here and there. I was timing them, but they weren't very close and then they were and then they weren't.
Around 5 my mom picked up my son, told us to call her if anything happened and off went my first baby to await the arrival of his sister.
My contractions stopped for a full hour at one point and then started again. I had my husband take me out for a burger so I could get in a good meal before I was cut off for induction.
I kept logging my contractions on my phone, as I sat at the bar waiting for my burger, trying to act normal. They hurt, they were very uncomfortable but I wanted my food. And I had to have my food!
We got home around 7, I walked to relieve the pain and settled in on the couch when I was tired. Still tracking, but nothing consistent. My contractions would space like this: 15min, 4 min, 20 min, 10min, 5min, 6min, 10min, 30min, 7min, 5min and so on, up and down like that.
Around 11p.m. I started having trouble catching my breath, so we decided to go ahead and go. I'm glad we did because we barely arrived when it began to pour rain.
It's May in Oklahoma, we're lucky it was just a thunderstorm, nothing more. (Tornado baby!)
By time we arrived we were only 30 minutes shy of our midnight arrival, so they had me wait until Midnight to get signed in and hooked up, but they gave the pregnant lady a bed.
My nurse was shocked when she went to put the heart monitor on my stomach, she assumed I was carrying baby weight with that big belly. But no, it was a nice solid tummy with a big, happy baby inside. I recalled her telling me, "Honey, you are too small to be having babies this big!"
She was an amazing nurse and I really wish she would have been on through my delivery.
By 1 a.m. I was starting to cry and whimper. They decided to go along with my induction because I still had not dilated beyond a 1 but I hadn't even received the pictocin at this time.
She called the Anesthesiologist for me.
At 1:30, I was starting to scream a little with each contraction, I received the pictocin at this time. Oh the torture.
By 2 the Anesthesiologist arrived to give me my epidural, this was hard. I kept contracting every few minutes but needed to relax and hold still for the process. I'm in pain, I'm hot and I'm sweating buckets, I can't relax.
The first question the Anesthesiologist asked when he arrived was, "Don't you have an induction tonight?" Yea, that's me. I'm progressing MUCH faster than expected.
Once I received the epidural, my nurse wanted to check my dilation again. And now that I couldn't feel much, she decide to see what the hold up was. And then she found it, the little hand that had decided to rest above the little head and keep baby from dropping. I felt a soft pop as she gently pushed the hand down and suddenly I'm dilated to a FIVE.
The rest of the night kind of flew by, at some point my water broke and by 5 a.m. she had shut the pictocin off because my own contractions were taking over. I was dilated to a 9, my water broke and I was feeling like I could push. I recall my mom texting to see if she should come up, I told her no, nothing happened yet. And a few minutes later I texted her back and told her I was wrong! I'm a 9 and the water broke!
And then it happened.
She went to check my dilation and felt an ear instead, baby had turned.
The stubborn child rolled onto her side, not impossible to give birth that way, just not pleasant.
I wanted to cry or maybe I did.
I had to lay on my side and wait and pray that baby would turn back.
Turn! Turn! Turn!
She took her time but by 6:30 she had turned back, they called my Doctor and she was on her way in.
When the time came, it went so fast! They told me to push, wait, push, wait, push.... and wait so they could clean baby's face but never mind, she squiggled herself out the rest of the way! That girl does things her own way, move out of the way.
They told me I pushed for less than 5 minutes, way to go Maevey!
And so, at 8:47 on May 14th, 2015 we welcomed our daughter Maeve into the world. Maeve was a whopping 9lbs 9ozs and 21 1/4 long.
She is an absolute joy, though more difficult than our son ever was. We couldn't imagine our lives without this new little ray of sunshine! We finally feel complete as a family, before I always felt a little empty because I wanted another child so bad. I love my son, he really lights up my earth and I wanted him to have to chance to be a big brother and have a sibling to share the world with.
Right now, he's not completely fond of someone that does nothing but poop, cry, eat and repeat. But she's growing so fast and getting to that playful stage, I think he's starting to come around, just a little.
He may even be giving her kisses on the top of her sweet little head. Don't tell him I told you.
And that is the story of Maeve's grand entrance into the world.