Yesterday, I had an appointment with a midwife. I was dilated to 3 cm, and 70% effaced (the week before, I was 2 cm and 50%). Since I was still having a watery discharge, she checked me for fluid again, and it came up positive. I have a history of dilating and delivering very fast, so she had me go to the hospital for evaluation, and possible induction.
I got to the hospital around 1:30, and they decide to admit me and start pitocin, since I had dilated a tad further already (about a 3 1/2). Pit got started around 3/4 pm, and my contractions quickly moved to being 4 minutes apart. At 8pm, I decided to have my IV pain medication started (at this point, I'm up to 4cm), and it was great...for a whole 30 minutes. It was supposed to last 2 hours :( I have already pushed out 2 kiddos without pain relief, so I opted for the epidural-they started putting it in around 9. The sensation of the epidural being done was not my favorite part, but soon after they were done, I was feeling better, so I didn't care, lol!
through all of this, I was in a pretty good mood, the midwives were great, and the nurses were awesome as well. We all kept joking about how she needed to be here before midnight, since our other 2 were born on even numbered days, and laughing about how fast my boys were born.
At this point, my contractions are 2 minutes apart, and the midwife on call went to go get what she needed for my catheter. Around 9:30 I start having stronger contractions, but I wasn't completely numb yet. Still better than with my previous 2, but painful anyway. 9:40, I have a very strong contraction, and as soon as it stopped, I felt something bulge, then burst, and fluid was gushing out! (this was at 9:40 on the dot). Mark poked his head out to tell the nurse, and just as she got in the room, I had a contraction. I was feeling her head already!! She laughed (we had been joking around the whole time), calmly poked her head out to call for the midwife, and joked about how I really do go fast. The midwife went to check me, looked, and said "Woah! That would be a head!" and laughed. At that point, she told me to push whenever I felt like it. I started having a bit of pain, and she calmly talked to me through the whole thing. I think I may have pushed 5 times before she was out, and she immediately started squirming and kicking!
As soon as Layla was born (9:49pm), she got laid on my chest, and I got to hold her and nurse her for a full 30 minutes before she went to the nursery for her bath and testing. She was born with a strong body, a very strong cry, and a strong suck/latch. For a little 5 pound 13.5 ounce girl, she is such a fighter-her brothers need to watch out!
This was 100% a perfect labor for me. I could never have dreamed it would have gone so well!! I didn't tear, and I haven't had near as much bleeding as I did with either of the boys. Recovery has been great so far as well, except the cramping while bf'ing (that sucks no matter what, lol)
Just born:
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