I was 37 weeks pregnant, and diabetes was monitored closely (was hospitalized for a couple days around 34 weeks along)...I was going to the hospital every week for ultrasounds, non stress tests and to see the endocrinologist. I was told if my body all of a sudden has no need for insulin, then it is an indication that the placenta is not fully functioning. With diabetes, the placenta apparently doesnt have a life span to 40 weeks full term. So I would have to be induced. And well...just a few days shy of 38 weeks that happened! Had to go in on Saturday Feb 16th to start the induction. Good thing too, because during a non stress test that afternoon his heart rate dropped significantly. Very scarey!
My induction, starting Saturday Feb 16th:
Induction method was Cervidil inserted at 3:45 pm. Tenderness and soreness with cramping started by 7pm. To describe it I would have to say felt like I rode a horse bareback and I was walking around sore down there...
Overnight I just told my husband to go home and rest while I tried to get some rest at the hospital. I was lucky I got my own little room to myself! But didnt get much sleep at all, it wasnt painful at all yet but just uncomfortable enough I couldnt sleep.
Sunday 10:45am...slow and sore! Showered, then slowly got up on the bed...and GOOSH water broke but with a POP feeling so painful I friggin yelled out in pain! It hurt SOOOO bad, and water just kept coming and coming. Then nurses came in and I was examined, only 2cm! And I wanted her hand to get out it hurt so bad! Then it was just immediate contractions and back labor!
Sunday 8:00pm, after intense back labor all day with contractions back to back and over lapping with barely any breaks, and throwing up...Im examined and only 3cm! So disappointing. I was using the gas mask the whole time which did nothing other than helped me work on breathing and keeping me quiet sounding like chewbacca from Star Wars...instead of a woman yelling at the top of her lungs!
I hated my nurse, she kept leaning against my bed with her fat ass in MY FACE and pulling on my IV! Didnt seem to matter how many times I yelled at her to GET OFF MY BED!!
I had my husband, my bestfriend Brittany and her mother Kelli with me the entire time. My husband holding my hand, giving me water with ice, passing me the gas mask etc. My bestfriend doing the same in shifts, and timing my contractions with an app on her iPhone, and her mother being my physical aid hard at work rubbing my back.
So at 8pm with no real progress...I had to have an epidural and be put on Oxytocin to move things along. At this point I was kind of thinking about the epidural as a good thing even though I was so dead against it! So then I was able to relax abit and it was great. My bestfriend and her mom went to get pizza they were starving. But then an hour after the epidural I was 7cm! And the epidural kept wearing off on my left side over and over again so it was painful still barely working I was right back in the gas mask!
I think it was around 1am that I was just about 10cm but had a lip on my cervix so pushed a little then had to wait.
4 or 5am I started pushing for over 3.5hrs...took so long because I could NOT feel or move my legs! Right when it was time to push the nurse topped up the epidural, fentanyl and whatever other pain medications she had me on...saying it was for pain management. But then I couldnt push I couldt lift either of my legs NOT even wiggle a toe!
Also the tip of his head was swelling and he was sideways, post exterier or something I was told. And after 3.5hrs of pushing I had a team of doctors and nurses come in and explain to me I may need a c-section.
Finally at that point I could feel some pressure and kept telling them I have pressure I dont want a c-section! I had the nurses help flip me over and get me on my knees and hold on to the head of the bed with pillows and push him so he would descend down enough for an "assisted delivery" with a vacume. So it was quick I was wheeled off to the OR and put on a table with my legs strapped in some things and I could not feel anything! This was gonna hurt they had to help me get him out so not only was I pushing on contractions but I couldnt stop because his heart rate stopped and everyone was yelling to PUSH and the doctor used every muscle she could to suck and pull him out. Then he was born at 9:02 am on Monday Feb 18th...not breathing!
He was surrounded and I watched one man go to a phone on the wall to call someone in immediately. I was being stitched up down there from a second degree tear, my husband was walking over near the table our baby was laid on and was trying to take pictures but he saw my expression and the vibe in the room and realized "Oh somethings wrong". Took them 3 minutes to get our baby breathing and he just let out little crying sounds, pretty quiet and sweet. What a relief! Ive never stared into space in horror like that before...I think I held my breath too along with him.
I got to have him on my chest for a moment then he was taken to the nursery to be monitored and for his blood sugars to be monitored til he was good enough to come with me that night into my room. We stayed in the hospital for 2 nights.
Here are some pictures!
Last picture of me pregnant! Saturday night Feb 16th
And out he comes! Cone head with a cone head haha
6lb 8oz 50cm
Hes alive and im relieved!
Daddy holding him
Me giving him his first bath he loved this part of it.
Looking at daddy taking a picture
Ready for the car ride home on Wednesday Feb 20th
