Megan Josephine is here!
I feel like I have neglected you guys, but I have had a rough week, but are any of you with new babies not having it at least a little rough right now?
Megan was born on the 29th of November and weighed 6lbs 14oz. She was 20 1/4 inches long and have blondish/brown wavy hair and those dark blue eyes a lot of newborns have.
My contractions started at 12am on Wednesday the 27th. (That's when I got on here and said "early labor" because they were regular at 5 minutes apart for 3 hours, and the midwife said to come in....it sounded like early labor)
I went to the birth center, and was 1 1/2 cm and 90%. But while there, the contractions slowed down to every 10 minutes. Midwife said they must have just been Braxton Hicks all along. So, we went home, and they started back up again, but the times apart were all different. Dan decided to go to work...told him he could, but I really didn't want him to. I had contractions all day, some regular for hours at a time, but this time I thought "Jeeze, I'm not calling them again until my water breaks!"
Dan got home, and seeing me in pain on the bed (and all of these were strong enough to moan about) felt really bad he'd gone. So, I had contractions all night (2nd night with no sleep), and called Midwives again at 5am (Thanksgiving) to say "PLEASE check me...I am going insane, and have been in labor now for 29 hours!"
Back at the center for the 2nd time I was 3 1/2 and 100%. Midwife said I could stay there, but since the contractions still weren't regular, it could be a while. We left by 11:30 am, with instructions to go to Thankgiving dinner, eat some turkey, drink a glass of wine, and try to get a nap so that if I was going to have the baby by the end of the day, I'd be better rested. So, at my parents house, the contractions were back to five minutes apart, and I ate my meal between them. I hollered and moaned, and when they were over (some lasting 90 sec), I'd open my eyes, and everyone was watching me.
I went home when contractions slowed to 20 minutes apart to try to nap, but they started to get closer.
My breaking point was around 7pm when I had a contraction with arms around hubby, and started sobbing afterwards. He started sobbing, and we just stood there crying for like 5 minutes. We decided to call midwives again, and this time say,
"If there's no progress, then we want to go to the hospital so I can be induced."
No progress, and this time, my blood pressure was really high, so they agreed the hospital was the best choice.
By 9:30pm I was in a bed and they were poking me for an IV (it took them 11 tries so I am pretty bruised up). They started the pitocin, and Dr. Neverauskas (the sweetest doctor in the whole world) tried to break my water, but it didn't break until he used the fetal moniter on her head. The contractions got worse and closer (Pitocin was working). By 5:30am the next morning I was 7 cm, and I was so tired of making noise (low moans, panting, and a lot of "Oh Gods!"), that I decided in my head that I need to shut up and conserve my energy for pushing. Everyone in the room thought I'd fallen asleep because I just breathed normally and didn't even flinch for the next two hours. When I say everyone in the room, I mean, my husband, parents, brother, his girlfriend, and then all the medical people. I wanted everyone to stay even though I originally just wanted my hubby and mom.
At 7:30 I was at 10cm, so the nurse called the doctor who'd gone home, and let me start pushing. My one leg was in a stirrup, other was held by hubby, and my mom was by my head and I used her as a brace (which she could only stand for 20 minutes, and had my dad step in because she has back problems, and I was pulling on her with both arms. I pushed three times with each contraction. By the time the doctor was in the room, 40 minutes later, I could see the entire top of her head in the mirror, and the nurse said "Oh gosh, just little grunts!" I had to hold her in until the doctor was ready. He sat down and said "Okay, you can push!" I really didn't have to push much at all because she just popped out. I heard her cry and they put her on my tummy. I couldn't see her very well, but my husband was crying....my whole family was in tears, and it was wonderful! I had a 2nd degree tear, and no epidural. The doctor gave me a great compliment when he said "I can't believe you've never had a baby before...you seem to know exactly what you're doing, and your pushing was really affective.
I knew I'd love her instantly, and already had the whole pregnancy, but I am so in love with her, and love having her depend on me for everything. It feels so good!