When I first go into my room and met our nurse, she hardly spoke and seemed to be in a bad mood. I asked her if she would not put my iv on the side of my wrist because it had caused me a lot of pain in the past. So what did that ...... do? She put the damn thing in the side of my wrist! And guess what? It caused me a ton of pain and it didn't go in properly. So she had to take it out and try the other arm. She put it in the same spot on my other arm. GRRR. I was so close to asking for a different nurse right there in that moment. Ross and I tried to be friendly to her, but she was little miss crabby! I asked her what time she would be my nurse until, knowing she would leave at the end of her shift, and she told me 7. Luckily she pretty much left Ross and I alone to breathe through the contractions, and she was gone by 7a.m.
Ross slept for the good first part of my labor. I just tried to breathe through the contractions, but I couldn't help but feel bummed that all of this was not going the way I thought it would. I had this whole idea of changing positions and walking around and using an exercise ball. The ball the brought me was pumped up with too much air so it caused more pain than it helped. I had stupid painful Iv's in my arm with pitocin to help my labor along since I wasn't progressing and it had been hours! I was feeling extremely discouraged and really needed some kind of boost.
Then, Mary Poppins walked through my door! Okay, not really, but she was the sweetest lady I have ever met in my life, and her name was Donna. If you go to Akron City Hospital to deliver, ask for her. She is amazing. She helped me breathe when they contractions were horrific. All morning long I had horrendous contractions with no sign of progressing through labor. I was starting to wear out. I was getting to the put where I couldn't breathe through the end of the contractions and it was then that I agreed to the epidural. I was scared to death of getting that shot. Ross was allowed to stay while they put it in, and it was definitely not enjoyable. I could feel the left side of my body going numb, but not so much the right. The anesthesiologist told me I could have it removed and redone, but there was no way I was going through that again. I said just leave it. I get what I get and that's it. I had relief for many hours. It was until the epidural began wearing off and I could feel the contractions again that I was checked and was finally starting to progress! When 2:00p.m. came along, I was really getting discouraged.
A young male med student came in at some point and introduced himself and told me he would be there for the delivery. When he left I looked at Ross and said, "No Students! You tell them No! I want as few people in this room as possible when he is coming!!!" Let me give you a spoiler, don't ever say you want something in life to go a certain way, unless you really want a big surprise. Ha.
I didn't want some insanely long labor, and yet here I was. They OB on duty told me he might not come today, and I was really upset. My lovely nurse Donna decided it was time I accept a little refill of the epidural to help get me through the contractions again once I was tuckering out from my breathing. The medicine slightly helped until I was almost 10 cm. Then, at least 8 other women on my floor began the final stages to push and MY Donna had to help a girl next door deliver her baby. A new nurse came in just to keep an eye on me, and I told her this was it. I felt ready to push so someone had better give me the green light. I started doing the "blowing the candle thing" where you blow if it is not time to push when you get a sensation to push so you don't rip.
The Dr. came in and told me I was at 10!! I was bummed that Donna was not going to be there for me when she had been so amazing all day long. The med student had come in and checked on me a few times that day, and sure enough, there he was along with this nurse I had just met and I was ready to push. Ross had one leg, the med student had the other, and the new nurse was playing catch.
It turned out, they were exactly the team I needed. They told me my Dr. had been called, but wouldn't get here until right before the baby was ready to make his way into the world. Everyone kept asking us if we had his name ready. The truth was I had been resisting the name that was meant to be for months. The day Ross and I found out we were having a boy, I was getting the ultrasound and Ross was sitting across the room from me in a chair. I was so sure it was a girl. In the first moment of shock, I heard the name Jackson in my head. Later we went out to lunch so I could let the news sink in that we were having a boy, and Ross told me he had the same experience. Call it divine intervention or whatever you want to, but it was quite freaky. I had eliminated that name from our list of choices because it was so popular, and because my cousin had named her first born son that name. Granted, they do live in Texas and he is a teenager, but still. So for the next few months I searched for a different name.
Fast forward to me pushing in the delivery room, and in my head I was saying, "Come on Jacks!" I looked at Ross and started to cry, I knew that was going to be his name. We just felt that it was what God wanted his name to be. Call it corny, but you don't mess with that feeling. You just go with it. The nurse told me the pushing was going to take 3 hrs. I told her the hell it was! My epidural wore off the right side of my body completely. I was having a half natural child birth. This group of three ended being the most awesome team for me. The nurse made me use the mirror so I could see even though I didn't want to, but it really did help me see the progress I was making. I pushed with every contraction for an hour and a half. My OB finally arrived right on time! Sadly the little guy was in distress, and as little as he was, and 10 cm or not, they had to give me an episiotomy and use the vacuum to get him out.
I had wanted a natural child birth where I birthed in a tub. The tub room was taken, and by the time the last few weeks of my pregnancy came along, I was over the idea of not having pain relief. I was done with being in pain. I didn't care if it didn't make me the bravest mom alive to willingly feel horrid pain. Yet, when the actual delivery was happening, I felt everything. My epidural had worn off and it was way past time to get a "refill". I felt everything in the end. The cutting, the vacum, the stitching. To top it all off, there were abouut 20 ppl in my room for the final moments. So much for my birth plan. I guess using the vacuum requires a niccu unit to inspect the baby right after birth. Oh, and I should mention I wanted to do skin to skin immediately after he was born. I couldn't do that either.
But finally, our baby was born! I cried with relief when I heard him cry. The pregnancy was finally over! The 300 ppl (Okay I am overexagerating slightly) finally cleared out, and I was done! Ross and I had a moment where I finally got to do skin to skin. Then my overexcited hubby started calling our family, and the next thing I know, they were all on their way. Jackson was born at 6:44p.m. I have to admit, as sweet as it was for our family to all come. I wish we had more time with just the two of us to soak it all in before we had visitors. Ross hadn't even held Jackson yet by the time our whole family was there. It didn't seem like a big deal at the time, but it kind of bothers me now. I think the Mom and Dad should definitely hold the baby first before visitors come. I even wish we had waited until morning. I hadn't slept in so many hours.
Ross slept for the good first part of my labor. I just tried to breathe through the contractions, but I couldn't help but feel bummed that all of this was not going the way I thought it would. I had this whole idea of changing positions and walking around and using an exercise ball. The ball the brought me was pumped up with too much air so it caused more pain than it helped. I had stupid painful Iv's in my arm with pitocin to help my labor along since I wasn't progressing and it had been hours! I was feeling extremely discouraged and really needed some kind of boost.
Then, Mary Poppins walked through my door! Okay, not really, but she was the sweetest lady I have ever met in my life, and her name was Donna. If you go to Akron City Hospital to deliver, ask for her. She is amazing. She helped me breathe when they contractions were horrific. All morning long I had horrendous contractions with no sign of progressing through labor. I was starting to wear out. I was getting to the put where I couldn't breathe through the end of the contractions and it was then that I agreed to the epidural. I was scared to death of getting that shot. Ross was allowed to stay while they put it in, and it was definitely not enjoyable. I could feel the left side of my body going numb, but not so much the right. The anesthesiologist told me I could have it removed and redone, but there was no way I was going through that again. I said just leave it. I get what I get and that's it. I had relief for many hours. It was until the epidural began wearing off and I could feel the contractions again that I was checked and was finally starting to progress! When 2:00p.m. came along, I was really getting discouraged.
A young male med student came in at some point and introduced himself and told me he would be there for the delivery. When he left I looked at Ross and said, "No Students! You tell them No! I want as few people in this room as possible when he is coming!!!" Let me give you a spoiler, don't ever say you want something in life to go a certain way, unless you really want a big surprise. Ha.
I didn't want some insanely long labor, and yet here I was. They OB on duty told me he might not come today, and I was really upset. My lovely nurse Donna decided it was time I accept a little refill of the epidural to help get me through the contractions again once I was tuckering out from my breathing. The medicine slightly helped until I was almost 10 cm. Then, at least 8 other women on my floor began the final stages to push and MY Donna had to help a girl next door deliver her baby. A new nurse came in just to keep an eye on me, and I told her this was it. I felt ready to push so someone had better give me the green light. I started doing the "blowing the candle thing" where you blow if it is not time to push when you get a sensation to push so you don't rip.
The Dr. came in and told me I was at 10!! I was bummed that Donna was not going to be there for me when she had been so amazing all day long. The med student had come in and checked on me a few times that day, and sure enough, there he was along with this nurse I had just met and I was ready to push. Ross had one leg, the med student had the other, and the new nurse was playing catch.
It turned out, they were exactly the team I needed. They told me my Dr. had been called, but wouldn't get here until right before the baby was ready to make his way into the world. Everyone kept asking us if we had his name ready. The truth was I had been resisting the name that was meant to be for months. The day Ross and I found out we were having a boy, I was getting the ultrasound and Ross was sitting across the room from me in a chair. I was so sure it was a girl. In the first moment of shock, I heard the name Jackson in my head. Later we went out to lunch so I could let the news sink in that we were having a boy, and Ross told me he had the same experience. Call it divine intervention or whatever you want to, but it was quite freaky. I had eliminated that name from our list of choices because it was so popular, and because my cousin had named her first born son that name. Granted, they do live in Texas and he is a teenager, but still. So for the next few months I searched for a different name.
Fast forward to me pushing in the delivery room, and in my head I was saying, "Come on Jacks!" I looked at Ross and started to cry, I knew that was going to be his name. We just felt that it was what God wanted his name to be. Call it corny, but you don't mess with that feeling. You just go with it. The nurse told me the pushing was going to take 3 hrs. I told her the hell it was! My epidural wore off the right side of my body completely. I was having a half natural child birth. This group of three ended being the most awesome team for me. The nurse made me use the mirror so I could see even though I didn't want to, but it really did help me see the progress I was making. I pushed with every contraction for an hour and a half. My OB finally arrived right on time! Sadly the little guy was in distress, and as little as he was, and 10 cm or not, they had to give me an episiotomy and use the vacuum to get him out.
I had wanted a natural child birth where I birthed in a tub. The tub room was taken, and by the time the last few weeks of my pregnancy came along, I was over the idea of not having pain relief. I was done with being in pain. I didn't care if it didn't make me the bravest mom alive to willingly feel horrid pain. Yet, when the actual delivery was happening, I felt everything. My epidural had worn off and it was way past time to get a "refill". I felt everything in the end. The cutting, the vacum, the stitching. To top it all off, there were abouut 20 ppl in my room for the final moments. So much for my birth plan. I guess using the vacuum requires a niccu unit to inspect the baby right after birth. Oh, and I should mention I wanted to do skin to skin immediately after he was born. I couldn't do that either.
But finally, our baby was born! I cried with relief when I heard him cry. The pregnancy was finally over! The 300 ppl (Okay I am overexagerating slightly) finally cleared out, and I was done! Ross and I had a moment where I finally got to do skin to skin. Then my overexcited hubby started calling our family, and the next thing I know, they were all on their way. Jackson was born at 6:44p.m. I have to admit, as sweet as it was for our family to all come. I wish we had more time with just the two of us to soak it all in before we had visitors. Ross hadn't even held Jackson yet by the time our whole family was there. It didn't seem like a big deal at the time, but it kind of bothers me now. I think the Mom and Dad should definitely hold the baby first before visitors come. I even wish we had waited until morning. I hadn't slept in so many hours.
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