
Yes, I am well aware that it has been months since I updated anything. However, in my defense, I have been busy with moving, giving birth, and generally being kept up all night by a crying baby. But at last, as E sleeps a little more each night, I am catching up on things, including this blog. I figured I would start with the biggest addition of my life. My beautiful baby boy. Here is his story.
On Thursday night, February 5, 2009, I had to go to the bathroom a million times only to discover once there I had nothing to give to the waiting receptacle. Perhaps this is not the most glamorous beginning of a life, but it's the truth, and as a historian I must not waver from the truth. Anyway, I failed to realize this was the beginning of labor and kept trying to go back to sleep. Around 7:00am on Friday, February 6 I gave up and got up with my partner and we ate breakfast together. During this time, he received a phone call from his mother. His uncle had just passed away and since there were not enough young men from the family in Houston he was needed in Houston to be a pallbearer. But the catch was that she didn't know exactly when the funeral would be yet. This news could not have come at a worse time. I was already overdue and my OB was threatening to induce me anytime the next week, but no later than Wednesday. Not only could E decide to show up at anytime, but my doctor could insist I report to the hospital also. After the phone call, J, my partner, gently flicked my stomach. "You have a choice. Come out right now, or wait until next week." Unbelievably shortly thereafter, I felt a light cramp.
I didn't pay much attention to it at first. I had been cramping off and on the whole pregnancy. But I felt a second cramp shortly. This made me look at the clock. 15 minutes had passed. We laughed about it and did normal morning things. 15 mins later I had another light twinge. Hmmm...we joked, still not really believing it was going to happen today. He went to work and I stayed to finish the household chores. I called my mom and said "maybe" but warned her not to get excited. Then I fell asleep on the couch and was woken at approx 15-20 min intervals by stronger cramps. I know this because I could monitor the time by which shows were on when I would wake up. Frasier, 2 episodes of Will & Grace, and the Desperate Housewives. Ahhh, the romance of birth... I finally got up off the couch when the pains became more intense between the intervals. I could not tell you what I did during this time. I was talking to J occasionally on the phone. I told him I thought today was the day, but he didn't have to hurry home. At some point I went over to my mom's house across the street. I don't remember why I was there, but once there I was knocked to the floor by such a strong pain. I called J and said come home please. I told him I felt silly having him rush home when I wasn't in pain, but when I was, merciful Zeus, was it painful and I thought I might die! J came home right away.
He came home and started monitoring the time between contractions. I knew for sure now I was in labor. They were only 10 mins apart. J kept taking business calls during this time. He would often step out of the room to avoid transmitting my moans over the phone line. Sometimes I felt obligated to be quiet when I really wanted to scream. For a while I fantasized and focused about crushing his new nifty blackberry. Blah. Seriously, the pains were starting to be really painful now There was one particularly nasty contraction that had me on the floor crying, and this was the moment when I totally changed my birth plan of doing it naturally and without drugs - with the goal of timing it to give birth in the hospital parking lot to avoid unnecessary medical intervention. No, now it was just a waiting game until I could mercifully receive drugs. Good drugs. Fun drugs. Drugs to take away this awful pain.
We were finally able to head to the hospital around 7 o'clock Friday night. I was terrified walking in. I bit back tears, not because I was in pain this time, but because I was scared. I was not prepared mentally for a hospital birth. I had avoided imagining this moment in my head. Everything I had read was how dangerous hospitals were for babies and birthing mothers. But I hurt so bad. so bad.
The nurse assigned to me was my savior. Seriously. She made me so relaxed because she told me she had given birth to her third all natural. I felt like understood and she would watch out and not push unnecessary procedures on me. I trusted her so much and I gobbled down two proffered drugs. Unfortunately, despite now being in labor for 12 hours I had made NO progress. NONE. I was 100% effaced, but only 1 cm dilated. 1 centimeter! There was some talking about failure to progress and then the really awful contractions started. These contractions were painful, yes, but they were also accompanied by vomit and urine leakage. Fun. I had started throwing-up and peeing on myself while contracting! My wonderful nurse gave me some anti-nausea medication and let me rest and then came back to check on me. I had made some progress...some...like now I was at 2 cm. This time I received a shot of pain medication (since I had more than likely thrown up my Vicodin) It is about 10 at night and everything from this point until the pushing the next morning is kinda vague. I was really out of it for a while. At some point they gave me oxygen and turned me on my side because E's heart rate dropped. (I also got my epidural then because of what I assume was the possibility of emergency C-section. Later, when he was born, we found out he had the cord wrapped around his neck and didn't like the position I had turned). Thankfully, E's heart rate stabilized after they turned me and I managed to sleep some and the next time they checked me, around 4 am, I was 9 cm. Progress! They broke my bag of waters at this point - which i didn't protest because I knew he was coming soon now. We started pushing around 5:30 or 6 and I pushed! He was hung up on my public bone which took some time, but mostly, it took so long because my contractions had started to slow, and I was back to contractions only 7 -10 min apart. This is where my natural nurse comes in. She doesn't try to push Piticion or anything to speed up the process. E came at his own pace and she let him and I was eternally grateful for that. I even said so in between pushes. I had plenty of time to rest between them! Finally, at 7:02 am on Saturday, February 7, 2009 my E was born!


