Miss Norah Anahita was born this afternoon at 2:39! She handled one of the toughest inductions my hospital has ever witnessed (when I get wheeled down the hallway, the nurses actually clap when they see me coming, I'm not joking - it fills me with embarrassment) and did it well right up until the end - when she was born, she came out with not amazing Apgar scores and a throat full of meconium. :/ The end result is that she's doing fine, but she is in the NICU with an infection likely due to the meconium and my water having being broken for 20 hours before birth, and she's suuuuuper sleepy. She's reactive, she cries when they poke her and other slightly uncomfortable things, and she's not in any kind of really bad situation, but because they need to give her antibiotics, she's stuck here for about a week. She also has crazy amounts of bruising on her head from being stuck under my pubic bone with being malpositioned and from the vacuum extractor, which I asked for to avoid a C-section at the end. I love her so much, and I desperately want her with me, but I know she will be just fine. She was too sleepy to nurse today, but they aren't giving her any bottles or anything, they had to give her some IV fluids and they said that would be enough until tomorrow when I can either nurse her or pump for her. I can't wait to get this colostrum into this kiddo!
After 48 hours of labor, I had to have the epidural, I had no choice - my midwife looked me in the eye and told me that I wasn't dilating and that it was either that to relax my worn out body or a C-section. I'm very glad I chose it - there were just too many extenuating circumstances, and I did make it for a long time on my own, so I feel no shame. I had some Fentanyl as well, which was good for relaxing, but didn't do anything for the contractions. In the end, we got the baby to spin, but it was very, very hard, and I wish I'd known she was malpositioned beforehand rather than during labor. Also, my epidural did nothing for me with pushing, it just helped me dilate.
I pushed for 5 hours. I keep getting nurses walking up to me and whispering, "Did you really push for FIVE hours?" I did, and I don't know how. I don't know where I found the strength, but I did.
I'll write more about the birth story from start to finish later. But, I love my daughter with all my heart, my husband was absolutely freaking amazing, she was only 6 pounds 1 ounce (so tiny!), and when I held her for the first time, she opened her eyes, looked directly at me, and I'm 100% sure she knew who I was instantly. She quickly curled up and fell asleep in my arms.
Also, after my ordeal, I've talked it over with my husband and I have officially decided to get certified this spring as a doula. I've been looking for a self-employment career choice that will work with being a mother, and I experienced SO much throughout this pregnancy and birth that I'm ready to help other women and be a support system within the birthing community. :)