Much to my disappointment, the hospital didn't have the pre-registration paperwork I sent, and as I was trying to fill new ones out, I got some minor contractions. We did some calling around while we were waiting, and eventually made it into triage. I got to take off my soaked clothes, and got hooked up to the monitor. The baby was fine. My contractions weren't too strong, but they ended up about five minutes apart. During that time, Lori went to our house to grab our stuff--including my half-packed bag and, most importantly, my laptop! My parents got on their way so they could pick up Jacob, and we ended up roaming the halls to get things progressing. It didn't really work, so I had to get started on pitocin, along with the IV fluids you need prior to an epidural. Lori hung out with us and eventually my contractions started to ramp up. My parents stopped in with Jacob, but he couldn't come back to see me, unfortunately.
I was lucky I asked for the epidural when I did, because by the time I got it, I was in a lot of pain. It was a lot worse than I remember my last one being. It took a bit to kick in, but eventually it did. My comfort was considerably shorter lived than last time. Last time I think they tried to get me to rest, but this time I was at 8-9 cm shortly after the epidural and the pressure started up pretty quickly. And before I knew it, I was 10 cm and ready to push!
Pushing took three hours last time, and that was miserable. However, things seemed to be progressing faster, and everyone was telling me that would not happen the second time around since everything had been primed the first time around. That said, pushing was very hard. The contractions brought on a lot of pressure, and figuring out where to push when you can't feel everything is a little hard. It felt like I was pushing him down forever, only to be "rewarded" with more pressure when his head got further down. I spent most of the hour half-crying and just trying to summon the strength to keep going. Everyone was very supportive, but it's hard to believe the "Good job!" comments when you got those last time and still ended up pushing forever. Eventually the pressure was so intense that I could tell where I had to push, but it took everything I had to get him out. And finally...we welcomed Carter Garrett Rybczynski at 10:32 pm on February 15th.
|His head was a little misshapen and his nose is still trying to get back into place, but he's perfect!|
We did have a chance to nurse last night and he picked up the sucking well, even if I'm not sure he was getting anything. He was up a good chunk of the night, but he's been sleepy most of the day.
|Perfectly sweet, no?|
I probably have a million more things to say about this experience, but I will get there since this post has plenty going on. I will say that I never thought I'd be happy to have a baby arrive three weeks early, but he is so perfect and apparently perfectly healthy. And considering how uncomfortable I was, I am quite relieved to have that part of things behind us and move on to healing from the delivery and enjoying our new little addition. He's amazing. Oh, and he also came at a perfect time to allow his daddy to broadcast his 200th straight game, which we're listening to right now. I can hardly believe he's here, but at the moment I couldn't be more content.