Baby Iris ran out of time to pick her own birthday, and we were induced on 7/17 (so she'd be 10 days late). When we went in I was not at all "ripened" and totally closed, so they did a quarter-dose of Cytotec at 10, and with no changes, another dose at 2am. At 6, I was having what the nurses called close contractions, but they just felt like cramps. Since I still wasn't dilated at all, they started trying to figure out other options (since Pitocin wasn't going to work). My body had other ideas. Water broke at 7, I started throwing up just when the doc came in about 8:45, she declared me about 2.5 cm dilated - and we set out to wait (was figuring on about a 24 hour labor). By 10, I went from bouncing on the birthing ball and playing cards with my husband to "I think I'm going to not make it." By 11ish, I was begging him to find a nurse to check me to see whether I was advanced enough for an epidural to not hinder things. She said "you don't need help, you need to have a baby!" Iris was born after about 6 contractions worth of pushing at 11:49. I know everything thinks that a short labor is lucky, but I was -not- mentally or emotionally prepared for it. Second degree tear, probably because I could hear the nurses/doc getting worried about not being about to find her heartbeat consistently and I went "let's get this baby OUT!" She's lovely and worth the soreness though.
Starting to settle into breastfeeding and a rhythm. Unfortunately, she's a great sucker, but my body isn't totally cooperative and we've had to use a nipple shield so far. My husband was able to be home the first week of trying to give her a syringe full of donor breastmilk to induce her to suck to colostrom before my milk came in. It's going better now, thankfully. Now...we just need everyone to sleep - I need to be better about the night stuff because my hubby REALLY needs to be "on" at work.
That said, the truly sucky part of the whole recovery process started Friday morning (about 8 days after Iris' birth), when I work up nearly convulsing with chills and fever. Advil ended the shaking, but my fever was about 102 and my husband had to help me feed the baby (like hold her in my arms when I was propped up in bed). Doc told me to go straight to the ER (my dad took me and my mom stayed with my husband/baby - thank God they were still in town!), where they diagnosed me with a uterine infection, which is apparently worse than it sounds. After 6 hours and a couple bags of IV antibiotics, they let me go home with antibiotics and instructions to "rest." While I was gone, my husband wound up feeding Iris the little bit I had pumped -- she ate ALL of it. Unfortunately, one of the extra oral antibiotics they wanted to give me doesn't work for breastfeeding, so they were being extra cautious, and making me extra paranoid. I'm finally starting to feel better from that doozy of an infection, but man, it's been rough. And my parents left today, which just made me sad. But...like I said, she's lovely!