Wow, what a difference a day makes. So my last blog post I talked about having 6 days left, but our little Evan decided to make his grand entrance the very next day. On Sunday morning, around 3:30am, I woke up and thought I had a contraction. I came out to the living room couch to rest and then after about 25 minutes, I had another contraction. At first I thought maybe I just need to go to the bathroom & I did. But the contractions kept coming about every 20 minutes after that. By 6am, I went to the bathroom again, and the contractions then started getting about 15 minutes apart. At this time, I knew they were real contractions, getting closer together, and that I was probably in labor. During this time, I had baked some cookies and finished making cake pops that I wanted to take to the hospital to give out (instead of chocolate cigars). They always say to do something to keep busy to take your mind off the contractions so of course, I baked in the kitchen between contractions. They had also told us in class to not come to the hospital until your contractions were 5 minutes apart. So I woke up Vince around 7am and told him "I think I'm in labor. I'm having contractions about every 15 minutes. You can go back to sleep in you want to." He decided not to go back to sleep & jumped up & started packing.
We both got showers and dressed & finished packing. I contacted my parents & Rachel at 7:30am & told them we were heading to the hospital. They both had 5.5 hour drives so I wanted to give them a heads up. My parents drove from Virginia and Rachel drove from Alabama. I wasn't sure if they would tell us to go back home or not, but by the time my contractions were 5 minutes apart, we were in the car & made it to the hospital by 9am. The contractions were pretty hard, but not as intense as the one that gripped me as soon as we pulled into the parking garage. It was so intense, it brought tears to my eyes. So what did it feel like? Well, mine started as an ache in my back, and I knew within about 5 seconds, it would come around to the front of my stomach and steal my breath away, making me completely immobile or able to speak. We made it to the triage area on the 2nd floor. They checked me and I was 4 cm dilated.
Vince was at this point texting like mad to everyone that I was indeed in labor & we were having a baby that day. His parents arrived shortly after that to keep me company while my parents & Rachel were on the way. By the time I got into a L&D room, I had labored on my own for about 7 hours. I then decided to get the epidural. Wow! I love Kelly the epidural lady. She did it perfect. It didn't hurt at all & I felt immediate relief (or should I say complete numbing). I never felt another contraction after that. Nor could I move my legs. They kept wanting me to roll from side to side due to the baby showing some distress signs. Vince & the nurse had to roll me over as I had no feeling in my legs to do so. The baby's heart rate would come back up & then after an hour, he would show distress signs again. My doctor on call was at a meeting, so he asked the high risk doctor to look in on me. The high risk doctor said I was still a couple of hours from delivering & he didn't think the baby's distress would make it that long. He was recommending a c-section for when my doctor arrived. I was dilated to an 8 around 2pm. At 2:45, several things happened at once. My doctor arrived, the baby distressed again, and my parents texted that they arrived & were parking, and Rachel had just arrived & was parking. My doctor said he was doing a c-section, then suddenly changed his mind when he checked me & said I was almost completely dilated. He grabbed the vacuum, told everyone to get in there stat, & had me start pushing. I pushed about 6 times and the baby came out really fast with the help of the plunger. He was born at 3:06pm on 3/4/12 (or if you write the year first, it's 1 2 3 4). March 4th is the only date that is a command (march forth). And boy did Evan march forth!
Mom was allowed into the delivery room about 3 seconds after Evan popped out. She got to see him go from the doctor's hands to the nurse to the heat lamp table. Talk about fast. I never thought I would deliver that fast. My body didn't either, as it caused me to have a 3.5 level episiotomy. The baby had the cord wrapped around his neck, which had been the cause of his distress. The doctor sewed me up as Vince & mom followed the baby around with the cameras. And let me take this time to say that Vince was wonderful during this whole time. He was so patient and right there by my side the whole time, giving me ice chips and blankets. The I.V. or epidural medicine was making me shake and shiver the whole time. In fact, I kept shaking to the next day as well.
They weighed Evan at 5 lbs, 13 oz. I was surprised he was so small. I thought he would be just over 6 pounds. His APGAR score was 8 9. I have no idea what that means, but the doctor said it was good. He had dark hair that looked like it could have different shades in it. His eyes were wide open and he kept them open for about an hour and a half after he was born. They were a deep dark blue/grey color. He was so perfect and cute & tiny!
They finally allowed several family back to see him. They took turns coming back since only 3 are allowed at a time. Evan stayed with me for a while until they took him to the nursery to get a bath and measured. He was 19" long. All his health checks came back good - he passed his hearing, his heart sounded good, etc.
I still couldn't believe how quickly he was born! I made it to a room on 5 tower around 6pm where my family could all come in & visit with me and the baby at one time. I also could feel my legs and other areas by this time and needed pain medication. It took them 2 hours to get me pain meds, and I had just missed the dinner cut off time. I have to say that I was so impressed with everything about the hospital, except the food delivery time. The whole staff was amazing and I couldn't have had better service at a 5 star hotel.
The next day was a completely whirl wind as doctor, nurses, staff, paper pushers, visitors, and more made my room a revolving door. I had zero rest and a lot of pain. We also learned that Evan had a slow palette and was not latching on to me well. He was also 5 pounds, so he couldn't afford to loose any weight. We decided to start him on formula after a speech therapist helped us find a nipple that he didn't choke on and took to after a little bit of stimulation. Of course these nipples only can be found on-line. I also started pumping to help get Evan the milk he needed from me to supplement him until my milk comes in full strength. The lactation consultants and the speech therapist were so wonderful working with us and Evan. You can tell they really love their job and babies.
So after 48 hours, we were discharged and on our way home with a cute little bundle of joy. Pictures & more coming soon!