Jamie wasn't due until the 8th and I expected to go beyond that by a week having that experience with my 2 other boys. Due to the hardest fight of our lives though I decided to go for an induction. I wasn't ready to not be pregnant, I was ready to be reassured and hold him. It was the only selfish thing I felt I've done especially for my own comfort and peace of mind instead of being a healthier choice. I had a doula that volunteered to be at the birth with me whom I had only met the month before. She helped me with some exercise to help open the pelvis, check in on me and get to know each other. Jamie was ROA (his back along my outer belly) like my last and (in Reeve's birth) he didn't really pop into position till the last minute and had ended up getting “re-induced”, since my labor was puttery, with pitocin.
I was ready on the 3rd at my OB's office for a scheduled appt, to which my doula attended, but wasn't able to go in for an induction that day. I asked the OB to strip my membranes since it was easy and didn't require any special hospital staff. I hoped that it would be enough of a kick in the cervix to take me from the current 3 c.m. To labor. I had an NST right after and there was not a solitary contraction. Baby looked great, as usual, and I headed home. The OB had scheduled an induction for the next day so I was told to show up at 6 a.m! I hated going in that early as I'm a night laborer but played around with the idea of going in quite late after a nap and saying I had contractions but ended up not getting a nap and waking up after very little sleep anyways so I showed up early at 5. I drove myself in and checked in. They said that I was actually scheduled for tomorrow but since they had the staffing it was fine. After figuring all that out I was finally in a room and getting all the boring and check in stuff done. The nurse checked dilation and head down status and I was at 4 c.m. They started the pitocin around 7 a.m. At a lovely low 2! Also the machine was not calibrated to automatically go up every 15 minutes which was more than a relief physically and mentally. Since I was GBS+ I had abx as well as fluids. Then I had to stay on the monitors the whole time. I had not eaten breakfast and ended up dry heaving just before the kitchen opened. Between 7 and 8 or 8:30 my doula and my mom showed up. The pit had stayed where it was at for over an hour and I had finally gotten some bfast. They turned the pitocin up to a 4, then a 6 in the next 1 ½ hours. I was having contractions but many still felt like BH to me or were just “sore” but they were around 5-7 minutes apart or sporadic and were responding to the pitocin. The pitocin was turned up to an 8 around 10. I took a walk around the L&D unit with my doula while my mom went do do a few errands and B (the other grandma) showed up. I lost some mucos and bloody show but it didn't really look like it was all of it! Around this time I guess I was at 5 cm dialated based on not loosing more mucous plug later. My mom got back just after 10 and we were talking and generally trying to pass the time. My doula (K) asked me if I needed quiet for the contractions as they started picking up intensity on the monitor in the next hour. I simply told them they must continue to converse and NOT make me the watched pot! I had a birth ball and made squeeking sounds that surely annoyed everyone but it was the best tool to have! The bed made my butt hurt so badly and being reclined was not going to help Jamie be in a better position! Between 11 and 12 contractions started to feel like the beginning of labor that I would be certain of. It was encouraging to feel each wave and still be comfortable and low on pitocin. Things were certainly not out of control and were happy. I stopped wanting to talk and was now adjusting my back for contractions but they were not hard to get through and still weren't over a minute long. I think they were every 2-5 minutes. The nurse asked me my pain level during the contractions and I told her a 5. K was surprised that I had been doing so well with that rating and still talking and seemed almost unphased by labor. Just after noon I suddenly hit a wall. I was yawning and my mom told me I should rest since I felt tired. The contractions were hard enough that I couldn't really sleep but decided to try something different and got onto the bed backwards with K pressing on my hips and back to help relieve the pressure. I stayed that way for about 45 minutes and then couldn't hold myself up anymore and just felt uncomfortable. I said that I wanted to get into the tub. I had started having small urges to push or that it felt better to “breath baby down” per hypnobabies but didn't tell anyone. I was not sure where I was at and generally knew that pitocin labor contractions could be a lot harder than normal contractions so I didn't want to psych myself out. K suggested using the yoga ball in the tub and it was a delightful idea. The shower would hit my back and fill the tub at the same time and I could bounce/sway on the ball to relieve the pressure as needed. I had totally reached “labor land” at this point and ignored most of what was going on around me. I think the nurses checked on us a few times but it was only K and my mom in the bathroom. After the tub got fairly full I couldn't hold the ball down with just my weight! All the sudden the ball was trying to float under me so I got submerged into the tub. I was definitely getting pushy and felt much better when I breathed baby down. After another 10 or so contractions I knew that this was the pushy stage for real and felt prepared to let the dr's and nurses in to deliver and told K that they should tell them I was pushy. We prepared to get out of the tub and I had a contraction hanging over the side (while still in) then stood up and held onto K and my mom while I gingerly got out of the tub. I was moving in slow motion and I was feeling a lot of heaviness in my bottom. Just as I got out of the tub I had another contraction and heard a POP. My water had broken and no one could tell though because it only leaked a few bloody tablespoon fulls! In the same contraction I was pushing! I could not stop it at all. I really tried to slow down as I knew suddenly pushing would cause me to tear. Standing up, having a hard pushing contraction and unable to breath though I couldn't talk to say what was happening. I couldn't move well enough to try and squat down and K and my mom were shocked with my pushing yell and had to hold onto me and reach down to make sure I didn't push him out on the floor which he almost did! He crowned and came out all at once, his head/neck into my moms hand and his body and butt into K's hands! During these barely 2 minutes B had gone to get the nurses to tell them the baby is coming, she barely got to the door before she had to say the baby is HERE! K and my mom put Jamie on my chest while I was still standing there and had put a towel over his back. The nurses and dr came in and asked me to walk over to the bed. I had to tell them to wait so I could breath and get my legs working again and slowly got into the room and in the bed. Jamie's cord was really short and he barely reached up enough to lay on my stomach. I did end up having an inner tear that required 5-7 stitches. The local didn't work right away and they were trying to give me stitches before I was numb. Far more painful than labor! The staff was very surprised to have done nothing to birth him and had to backtrack to figure out what happened when. I am really happy with how the birth turned out. I had misgivings about being in the bed to push or being watched by the staff if I were going to try the squat bar or different pushing positions. I loved that my real support were the people to be there and that my mom was there to catch (literally) him.