At 39 weeks, I had a doctor appointment. When I went in, Dr. Harward checked Lucy's heart rate and everything looked great. He checked me to see if j progressed at all. And... NOTHING!! Dr. Harward mentioned being induced after that. And we'll, that sounded awful. But, he said he will induce me at 41 weeks. I left hat appointment devastated. I was really
hoping that I would be dilated or effaced a little bit. After talking to my mom, she reassured me that it didn't mean anything. I could still end up in labor that night. Well, that didn't happen.
I went back to see Dr. Harward on my due date, February 10. Once again, he checked me and I had not made any progress at all. So, he scheduled me to start to be induced on Monday the 16th. I continued teaching up until my induction. My last day was February 13th (Valentine's Day celebration). Blake and I made the best of our official last weekend left just the two of us. My mom flew into town that weekend.
On Monday, we shopped, had a good lunch, and got
pedicures. I was scheduled to go to the hospital at 6:00 pm, but during my pedicure I got a call from the hospital. They told me they needed to free up some rooms, so it might be later that night and they would call me. So, we went home and waited. It felt like the longest wait of my life. Finally, at 9:00 pm, I got a call saying we can come in. We loaded our bags in the car and made our way to the hospital. We got all checked in and the nurse checked me. This is what the nurse told me, "Well, you are about a dimple..." Awesome! That is what I wanted to hear....NOT!!
The nurse then inserted some medicine at my cervix to help soften it. They would leave that in overnight and then start me on pitocin in the morning. That night, we waited. We watched movies. We tried to sleep as much as possible. Early the next morning, I had Blake go get me breakfast before I couldn't eat anymore once I got started on pitocin. At 6:30 am they took out the medicine and checked me. I was now about 70% effaced and 1/2 cm dilated. Yay! Finally some progress.
At 7:15 am, I was started on pitocin. They wanted to give me a high dose to get things moving faster. This meant that every 30 minutes they would add 5 drips of pitocin until I was a 20. It wasn't too bad at first. I could definitely feel more pressure and contractions, but it wasn't too bad.
Around 9 am, my doctor came in to check me. I was at a 1 1/2 and he broke my water. So weird! I started to have awful contractions not long after that. They were getting so bad and closer together. When I was at a 2, blake called the nurse in to have her call the anesthesiologist to come in so we could ask questions. I was so terrified of getting the epidural! But the nurse told me that she thinks the IV is worse. I was still terrified! The doctor came in with his cart and said he is going to talk me through the epidural. I laid on my side against the edge of the bed and he started his thing. I was crying so much. The worst part was the numbing. It felt like a really long bee sting. My legs went numb immediately. I couldn't feel anything after that. Thank you to modern medicine! Between about 2:00 ok and 3:30 pm, I went from a 4 to a 10. The nurse wanted me to get to a station +1 before I started to push, but that wasn't happening. At 3:00, I started pushing. I pushed for almost 1 1/2 hours before they called my doctor in. Lucy was stuck under my pelvic bone, so my doctor gave me an episiotomy. I pushed about 3-4 more times before our sweet girl made her appearance. I was able to hold her right away and blame cut the umbilical cord. That moment was so amazing and perfect. I immediately had so much love for this little one. Lucy came at 4:47 pm on February 17, 2015. She weighed 8 lbs 1 oz and was 20 1/4 inches long. She was perfection!
Lucy is now 1 year old and weighs 19 1/2 lbs and is 30 inches tall. We went through many ups and downs, but I would do it all over again. She is sassy, funny, snuggly, happy, fun, and loving.
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