My little baby turned two yesterday. And I am experiencing all the feelings.
I have shared with you before some of the feelings I had right after Avery was born. But I haven’t put in writing the actual events of her birth. So, on Avery’s second birthday, here is her birth story.
When I was about 34 weeks pregnant I was put on bed rest. And the next week I was at the doctor’s office 3 times each week. For blood pressure monitoring and a weekly ultrasound. Everything was perfect with very, but my body wasn’t super thrilled to be pregnant anymore.
I held out until 37 weeks (considered “full term” at the time). My doctor had us make an appointment to be induced on Wednesday April 11, 2012.
We called the hospital bright and early Wednesday morning. Only to find out that they were already full for the day and couldn’t take any more deliveries. They told us to call back the next morning. Okay then.
We took this “bonus day” and relaxed and went out shopping and to dinner one last time as a family of 2. It was a nice day, but we were also so anxious to meet Avery!
Thursday we called the hospital again and we were told to come on over.
I was started on pitocin at 8am. The doctor broke my water then too. Let me tell you, that is a weird feeling! My contractions started coming on pretty strong. And they were getting progressively more painful too. I didn’t expect them to come on so strong so fast.
So as soon as I was offered, I got an epidural. And it was fantastic. I felt no pain. And I was even able to nap a bit on and off through the afternoon. That was really wonderful.
It was just me and Jeremy in the room most of the day. My mom popped in for a few minutes, but I really didn’t want to have to entertain anyone while I was in labor. Jeremy was in charge of keeping the family that was there updated in the waiting area.
At 7:30pm I was finally ready to push, but my doctor wasn’t quite at the hospital yet. She had been at Southdale delivering another baby. I wasn’t too worried, since I figured there were dozens of people in the hospital who were capable of delivering Avery. But my doctor arrived just as I was going through the first few pushes.
That was the worst part. They wanted me to have some feeling, so I knew what to do. But I thought that was cruel and they just wanted to be jerks. I was pushing for an hour, and I could feel myself becoming fatigued. They had given me some oxygen because I had become light-headed. My blood pressure was getting really high. So my doctor offered to use the vacuum extractor if I wanted. We quickly talked about it. I was so exhausted and I really wanted her out. And I feared if my blood pressure went any higher I would have to get a c-section. So I had her use the vacuum. And Avery was born about 2 pushes later.
She wasted no time crying. And she refused to stop for about 40 minutes! For real. She was loud. My mom said they could hear her yelling the whole time in the waiting room.
She passed all of her tests and she had her first bath. We were wheeled to our room that we would be in for the next couple of days. Exhausted, hungry, and ready to sleep for 2 weeks. Which, we all know, is a distant dream.