June 25th 2014
Today I had my
regular weekly OB appointment. I was 38 weeks along and as ready as ever. I was excited for this appointment especially, because not only was I going to hear Baby G's heartbeat, Dr. Barney mentioned that if I hadn't had this little baby yet, he would "strip the
membranes" which sounds incredibly horrific. I think Chris nearly passed
out just hearing the words.
We arrived and after hearing her beating heart, he
checked the dilation of my cervix. Only a little change. I was a 3.5 almost a 4
(the last time I was checked I was a 3 almost a 3 and a half. Which wasn't that
long ago considering I had a TON of false labor contractions sending us to the
hospital so many times I was basically on a first name basis with the staff ). But I was still grateful for
the progress. I asked if he'd still be stripping my membranes (fingers inserted
just inside the cervix to lift part of the amniotic sack away from the uterine
lining in hopes of jump starting labor within 48-72 hours if already in the
beginning stages.) Despite it’s awful name, it was not painful at all. In fact
I remember telling Chris that I wasn't sure he really stripped anything. Dr.
Barney was a little reluctant to do this because he was about to leave on
Pioneer Trek and would be unreachable for the next three days. I agreed to it
anyway because lets be honest… the last few weeks of pregnancy are miserable
and I wasn't completely sold on the idea that anything would actually start this labor!
I'd tried curb walking (literally walking the curbs of the sidewalks hoping the
uneven steps would break my water) , any and all kind of herbal teas and oils
(minus Castor oil… um no thanks!), loads of pineapple, and even…(warning... TMI alert) nipple
stimulation (which I found out later takes hours to work if at all). Nothing
worked… so why would my membranes being stripped do anything right? Dr. Barney
finished and said "Take care, we'll see you at St. Marks in a week for
your induction."
Wrong.
Later that night. I
was experiencing what I had come to know as "normal" yet painful
contractions. They did seem a tad bit worse, however. But I barely had time to really notice a difference let alone track them. Caler was extremely
lethargic. He had napped for about 2 hours (those who know him, know that is NOT my boy) and had come down with a fever.
Crystal and I took him to the ER. She suggested we go close to St Marks and
after finding a closed urgent care, we decided to head straight to the
hospital.
He was checked in
and getting looked at. He perked up a bit and the nurse joked that it was my
turn next seeing as my contractions were growing closer together and gaining
strength.
At about 8:00pm, I
decided to let Chris know.
When I called he
sounded distressed. His truck had broken down and he was on his way to drop it
off at his dad's shop. His exact words... "Don't tell me you're in labor...Of course it'd be today of all days!" We made a plan to have him meet me at my house and we
would drive back to the hospital together. He pulled up to my house a little
sooner than Crystal and I, in a borrowed Powerline work truck. And he was
pretty worried by the time we made it home.
Together we loaded
the truck with all of the gear we would need to welcome Sweet baby girl into
this world. An overflowing grey and white damask diaper bag, a boppy nursing
pillow, a fuscia and grey car seat. And ourselves. And we raced to St Marks as
my contractions continued to get closer together and to gain in strength. I was
near tears.
When we arrived at 10:45, I walked into Labor and Delivery for what felt like the 159th time. The nurse at the check in desk remembered me (from last week, and the week before that and the day before that and so on…) and handed me the paperwork to be completed and signed. She asked what was going on and I remember telling her "just contractions that make me feel like an idiot for thinking I was in labor any other time". She laughed and I'm sure she was thinking that this was yet again another false alarm.
I knew the drill, we
were set up in Labor & Delivery room #7. The room with the clock that Chris
hated. It's bright red flashing numbers changing every second. But at least it wasn't
the room with the broken chair.
Gohar, our nurse,
came in to get me hooked up to the monitors and checked my cervix. After all
the painful contracting I was only a 4. But still, I noted the change from this
afternoon as progress and wasn't complaining too bad. We would be staying for
at least an hour to monitor contractions and note any cervical change. If
nothing happened, we'd be packing up and heading back home. Realistically… I
thought we'd be going home again.
The monitor dug into
my belly with each contraction and it hurt. The hour passed and it felt like an
eternity. The unknown was torture. Was I going to meet my baby today? Would I
be going home holding my big belly waiting for her to make her eventual debut?
June 26, 2014
At 12:30am, she
checked my cervix. 4.5. She seemed a little conflicted as to if the change was
big enough to warrant a stay. She needed the go ahead from that night's charge
nurse. I felt defeated…. I was positive that we would be going home. I turned
to Chris and said "If we are sent home, we aren't going far… we'll be
back. These contractions hurt and aren't going away." The Belgian Waffle was our next stop.
She came back with a
smile and an IV tray. We were having a baby. On Chris's Dad's birthday.
I re-met that dang Sprite later... |
I sent out the text
to my family and called Alisha. My person. She said she was on her way and
arrived shortly after.
I felt a rush of
emotions. I had waited and waited for this day to meet my baby girl and now it
was finally here. I was over the moon excited and yet a little scared. Would I
be able to do it? Could I handle a natural delivery? What if I had to have a C-section?
What if she wasn't ok? It's impossible to explain the rush of feelings of
excitement, gratitude, worry and fear that go through your mind when you
realize that today you will meet the little baby you've grown in your belly.
We walked and walked and walked... the familiar halls of the hospital. We noted not to go into the main hospital as we would not be able to get back into Labor and Delivery without walking out through the ER..... yeah, we'd been through this a few times before.
At around 3am and dilated to only a 5, the most amazing man entered my life. The epidural man. By this time the contractions were coming so hard and so fast I literally couldn't tell when one stopped and another began. I was beyond delirious, climbing almost out of bed trying to escape. It didn't work. He pulled the tray in front of me and placed a pillow on top and told me to lay across it. As I did he began to explain the risks to the procedure and I felt like screaming at him to shut up and stick the needle in my back. I didn't. I just nodded and waited for him to be done talking. Chris and Alisha stood on either side of the tray to assure its stability. He began. It failed. I felt pins and needles all the way down my left side. He started again. Blood. It failed again. Chris fainted. Literally… He fell backwards into the chair and the nurse rushed to his aid. Another nurse came in while another went to go get him juice. The anesthesiologist tried again. This time he said it worked. I trusted him. And in twenty agonizing minutes, I finally felt sweet relief. And I confessed my undying love for that epidural man.
The nurses exclaimed of her size. And I just thought… "you guys are crazy". I snuggled my girl close to my heart as the cord we shared pumped. And then it stopped and Chris took the scissors.
I forgot my slippers.... |
The contractions got
worse. And worse. And I couldn't breathe. I felt like the world was closing in
on me. I couldn't catch my breath from the last contraction before the next one
started. I cried and screamed and moaned. It hurt. My sweet nurse pushed on my
knees and I was rewarded with a few seconds of relief. But it returned. And
then it came again. During a moment of clarity, I realized I wanted an
epidural. I needed the epidural. So I waited until my next contraction dissapated to
ask my nurse for one. I wanted her to know that it wasn't in the heat of the
moment. I really wanted the relief, despite what my birth plan demanded. And in that moment... Eff the tub!
At around 3am and dilated to only a 5, the most amazing man entered my life. The epidural man. By this time the contractions were coming so hard and so fast I literally couldn't tell when one stopped and another began. I was beyond delirious, climbing almost out of bed trying to escape. It didn't work. He pulled the tray in front of me and placed a pillow on top and told me to lay across it. As I did he began to explain the risks to the procedure and I felt like screaming at him to shut up and stick the needle in my back. I didn't. I just nodded and waited for him to be done talking. Chris and Alisha stood on either side of the tray to assure its stability. He began. It failed. I felt pins and needles all the way down my left side. He started again. Blood. It failed again. Chris fainted. Literally… He fell backwards into the chair and the nurse rushed to his aid. Another nurse came in while another went to go get him juice. The anesthesiologist tried again. This time he said it worked. I trusted him. And in twenty agonizing minutes, I finally felt sweet relief. And I confessed my undying love for that epidural man.
It didn't last. I
could still feel the entire right side of my body. And pretty soon half of my
body was experiencing about 80% of the pain.
I cried and when it got worse I screamed. It was then that I met the Dr
who would be helping me meet my sweet little girl, Dr. Erica Faircloth. She noticed my discomfort
and had another epidural man come in to rescue me. The epidural wasnt working like it should have been. My right side wasnt being medicated. It was un-numb. Before I knew it, I fell
asleep …. Mid sentence. I fell asleep. I was relieved of pain and sleeping
comfortably. This seemed to be a cycle of repetiveness…. Cry, scream,
medicate, sleep and repeat. About 100 times all while being turned on my sides
with my leg up, in a failed attempt to move her to anterior.
At 5:00 am my water
broke and I was dilated to a 6, but labor felt like it was slowing down.
Despite the slow progress, pitocin wasn't suggested. I was contracting on my
own. I was proud.
By this time I also
had had several new nurses, my current nurse Karla checked me. Not much
progress was made. I labored on. The Dr. came in and felt where the baby was.
She was posterior (sunny side up) and turned a bit to the left side. After she
tried turning the baby without success, she asked about my previous babies
birth weights… she suspected the baby might be big.
I labored all night
and all morning only making a bit of change here and there. By 9 or 10 that
morning I was a 9, I was a 9 for awhile. By noon they were worried. And by
worried I mean Dr Faircloth said she was checking on a patient and would be
back in five minutes to prep for a c-section. And I didn't care. I was so
uncomfortable, delirious, and just plain out of it. I wanted to feel better,
and mostly… I wanted to meet my girl. I wanted her safe in my arms. I wanted to
breathe her in and know she was safe.
Dr. Faircloth came
back and checked me. It happened so quickly. I mean… quick. Stirrups were
flying out, my legs were being guided in them, and the next words I heard were.
"Ok. Kristal. You're ready. Let's try to push".
I pushed once and
they told me her head was right there. They put a glove on my hand and I got to feel
her little head. Her beautiful head full of dark hair. It gave me motivation
and I tried to push again. Her head came out in that push and it gave me even more
motivation to push. I was so close to meeting my beautiful baby girl. But there
was a problem. Dr. Faircloth told me to stop pushing. Her shoulder were
stuck. My sunnyside up girl was still turned a bit to the side and she was stuck.
They asked nervously again about the weight of my other babies. Before I knew
it the room was flooded with nurses and Dr. Carlton (the dr who delivered
Caler, and who saw me fairly frequently during this pregnancy with hospital
visits). I had a nurse on each side of the bed with me, kneeling and pushing
all of their weight on my belly. Pushing baby girl down and hopefully out into
the world. Dr. Faircloth knew it wasn't working. I could push all the day long
but baby girl wasn't budging. In quick genius, she reached her arm inside to
help this little one move her shoulders. And it worked. They were free. And at
1:08pm Genevieve Gracelyn Roylance was born.
My precious baby girl was placed on my chest. Skin to skin I met my
baby. My baby girl. This girl who I'd prayed and hoped for and wanted. So
wanted. I fell in love again, just as I had two times before. My heart grew.
This girl is perfect. She is perfect and I sobbed as I held her to me. I never
wanted to let go.
The nurses exclaimed of her size. And I just thought… "you guys are crazy". I snuggled my girl close to my heart as the cord we shared pumped. And then it stopped and Chris took the scissors.
Although the
delivery was a difficult one... I wouldn't change a thing if it meant not having this little darling in my life... Welcome to the World my Evie Grace.