I was one week overdue on Tuesday, so we had a scheduled induction set for that day. I was to go in on Monday night for my "cervical ripening", and Tuesday I was first on the books for my induction to start. As my previous posts indicate, we went in on Monday night, after getting our last belly and "family picture" with the furkids.
Well, CJ and I got our stuff unpacked, settled in, and we went through all our paperwork with the nurse. Then she did her cervical check, and realized that my body had already started contractions and labor on its own - I was already at a "3"dilation, and the doctor (OB) on call that night decided to send us back home, with instructions to come back in the early AM.
We arrived bright and early for our induction, and everything was started. I got hooked up to the Pitocen, and contractions immediately started getting more intense for me. Labor was going great - I had an epidural around 10:30 or so, and sped up to a up to a 5-6 in dilation. Then, at around 1 PM, the nurse checked me again, and realized I was at an 8, almost a 9 dilation. She asked how I was feeling and I told her I was feeling lots of pressure in my bowels. She said this was a good thing, as the baby was starting to bear down, and she guessed we'd be pushing and in active labor in about an hour or so. About 20 minutes later, I was dilated to a 9 and BAM: I stalled out. The pressure I had started to feel in my bowels turned into the most horrific pain in my whole back (I've never felt pain like that eve). Ironically, CJ had been the most awesome "coach" ever and was so supportive of me through all this. He decided to run out to the car and get himself a pop (soda), and ran into his parents in the lobby. He talked to them, told them we'd call when things got going, and came back up 20 minutes later, only to find me writhing in pain, throwing up, and completely miserable.
The doctor came in and also noticed that my blood pressure and Keifer's was going up and I also had a 101. something fever, and they were worried I was getting some type of infection--so a decision was made after me being stalled at the 9 for almost 3 hours (*!!!!*). We were heading into the OR for a Cesarean section. Not what I had hoped for, but at that point, I couldn't even open my eyes from the pain, and I just wanted this to be over with. They threw the scrubs at CJ to put on, and quickly wheeled us down to the next floor for the procedure.
The C-section was miserable getting into position for -I was in so much back pain that I kept apologizing for being so dramatic and crying. They had to lift me from my bed onto the operating table, and I knew I'd throw up if I moved, plus I had to lie flat on my back and that was next to impossible from the pain. So it was pure hell. I don't even know what they gave me to get me into position. CJ came in after they had started the procedure, and I told him to use our camera to video tape the whole thing. Now, I am one who cannot stand to watch shows or health type shows that show any type of medical procedure. However, I've watched the birth of Keifer via my belly, and it really isn't gross. What is intense and freaky to me is that:
We stayed in the hospital until today, and it has been a painful healing process for me physically so far. I do not tolerate pain very well, and its hard to be in so much pain, while trying to take part in taking care of the infant you just carried inside your belly for 9 months. CJ has been the most fabulous father I've ever seen. He's had to take over all the care of Keifer and wouldn't dream of not doing it. The first night in the hospital, we brought her to the nursery so we could sleep, and he literally went down every hour to the nursery just to see how she was doing. He is infactuated with Keifer and the love they share already just melts my heart.
We came home today and the furkids are confused as to what this cooing, crying, mumbling, little creature is, especially Sager. They were very gentle in their welcome home this afternoon, and so far, Sage has been very confused as to where this "thing" is going and why we are holding her, and just plain old question marks above her head whenever she looks at us with Keifer.