The Real Deal

So Bob has been the king of blogging since we arrived at the hospital. Now, it's my turn to tell the timeline.

Tuesday June 9th we arrived at the hospital at 5pm. They decided to use the Cyotin instead of cervidal. The nurses had to try 4 times to get in the IV port. They had to call the people who put in the epiderals. They kept "blowing my veins"-that was what they were saying. Every 4 hrs the nurse would come into insert the next dose. I had to stay in bed for the first 2 hrs of every dose. I would have to time my bathroom breaks just right. The monitor showed contractions but I wasn't feeling them. At 2am the nurse came into to check the cervix before the next dose and she said I was 1 centimeter. I was getting excited because to me that meant we were heading in the right direction. When she walked out to the nurses station we heard cheering!

Wednesday June 10th
I was hooked up to pitocin at 6am after the cervix exam without any progress. My doctor was stopping by at 9am to check things out. At 9am she checked me and no progress but decided to break my water anyway. This was such a strange feeling. Then she inserted the "internal monitor" for contractions. This tool looks like Bob Barker's microphone on The Price is Right. They said that this would give them a more accurate measurement of the contractions. By this time I was feeling the contractions and they were 1:30minutes apart. Ouchie! I was doing my Lamaze breathing to help. The pain was getting rough and I was still at 1 centimeter. At this point I was confused with what to do. I spoke with my nurse because she had mentioned giving me Neubain but this will only work once. With such little progress I was afraid to use it yet so I thought I would just have to tough it out. The nurse suggested that we put the epidural port in and have them run the test dose and hope that will take the edge off. What a great suggestion!So they called up the epidural people and they inserted the port and didn't run the test dose because they wanted to wait. By 4 o'clock they gave me the medication through the catheter and of course it did not work properly. It was to constantly give me a dose of medication but it didn't so they were going to have to take it out and try again. I asked if there was any other option and I had to manually press a button to give me the medication every 15 minutes. I started to feel the effects and started to relax. The nurse told me there was something wrong with the internal monitor so she took that one out and put in another one. Of course that one was malfunctioning so she had to call in another nurse who had to try another one. By this time they had to put in a catheter because I couldn't feel my legs either. My doctor came in around this time and she said no progress. She uped the pitocin to the max and said she would come back at 6 to check again. I began throwing up frequently due to the medication. At 6 o'clock the doctor came back to discuss the plan of action. She said I was still at 4 centimeters but she wanted to give me 2 hours with hopes I would start moving. I said please check in one hour and then make a decision because we are delaying the inevitable and I was out of it due to the medication. Kristy and Marty McClelland were on their hospital tour and stopped by at this point and I told them about the day and wished that Kristy does not have this happen to her next month when she delivers. At 7pm Dr. Stark came in and said "let's have a baby". This meant c-section and I was totally okay with this. The nurses then prepared Bob and I for the surgery. The nurses wheeled me back to the operating room and began hooking me up and filling me full of fluids again. It took them 30 minutes to give me enough medication that I couldn't feel them cutting. I was so doped up that I kept falling asleep. The procedure was finished quickly yet the stitching up part was 45 minutes long. The worst part was I was dying of thirst and they would not let me have anything. I had Bob sneak me a drink in the recovery room because I thought I was going to die. After 2 hours in the recovery room, we were taken up to the postpartum floor. We dropped him off at the nursery and they took us to our room for the night. We were stinkin exhausted. The prize at the end of the day was well worth it I just wished it wasn't such a long process. Thank you for being such a great cheering section.

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