I figured I better get this down before I forget!
Charlotte was born December 16, 2015 at 3:14pm weighing in at 7lb and 18.5 inches.
I was more than ready for her to come. My doctor was leaving town for 10 days on the 17th and I had been having anxiety about that for months. My doctor is seriously the best doctor ever. He knows my history, is so caring and compassionate, and handles my craziness well. I couldn’t imagine anyone else delivering my baby. He had delivered all three of my sister’s boys, and my two boys as well.
The last 6 weeks or so of pregnancy was pretty rough for me. I had a persistent cough for a few weeks that ultimately led to a broken rib (hello, pain!). Then I also had some other issues on top of general pregnancy discomfort. Two days before she was born, I had contractions for a couple hours. I had never experienced that before, so I was confident that was it. We showered, packed the car, and waited for them to get closer together before heading in, but they finally subsided around 2-3am. The next day I saw my doctor and mentioned them. He stated if I would have called him, he would’ve kept me and kept things moving. He checked me and I was further dilated (I think 3cm or so) and more effaced. He offered to do the induction the next morning. While I am usually against induction, I said I’d do it. If he hadn’t been going out of town, I would’ve waited it out, but the anxiety of him leaving pushed me over the edge.
We called the next morning, and were told to be there around 8:30am. We got there, waiting close to an hour to get into a room. They started me on a low dose of pitocin (my doctor said it was almost the lowest dose, so my body was ready).
Over the course of the next few hours, I went from about a 3 to a 5. It was slow! My doctor came in around lunch time and broke my water. We weren’t expecting it at all, and he had it done by the time I figured out what was going on. I was a little bummed about that, but hopeful things would get progressing. And they did. Since I had Ben with no meds, I was hoping for the same with her, but open to taking some. I was progressing quickly and in pain, so I asked for IV meds. Those weren’t working. I still had to painfully sit through contractions and tried to zone out. Around this time my husband decided to leave me along with my mom while he went downstairs to lunch. I didn’t want anyone except my husband in there. He was gone for about 30 minutes and I was pissed and miserable. I asked for an epidural. I know if he was there he woudl’ve talked me out of it, because that’s what I wanted. But he walked back in as they were sticking me with the needle. It was immediate relief. They checked me then and I was 8cm. I told the nurse to call the doc because I would be ready to push before he got back from his off site clinic. Fortunately he was already on his way back. When he walked in around 3pm, I was ready. THe good thing about the epidural was I wasn’t in excruciating pain and was able to be aware of everything going on. My doctor wanted to do a ‘practice push’ to see how I did. After one push he said ‘okay, she’s ready, let’s get everyone in here’. Everything got set up, I literally pushed twice and she was out. While I hated having the epidural, I appreciate that I was able to fully take in the delivery.
I swear I had an out of body experience. During that second push, I put my hand on my stomach, and felt my stomach suddenly collapse as she slid out of me. I remember seeing her come up, she was moving but wasn’t yet crying until they suctioned her. She started crying once they did that and they immediately handed her to me. Unlike with the boys, I was able to immediately do skin to skin with her and keep her as long as I wanted. There was no whisking her away to weigh her, take her to the nursery or whatever. Other than sending her for a bath (and a long nap for mom and dad), she was with us the entire time. I appreciated that change and loved being with her.
We were in love from the beginning!