Ok you guys, sorry to leave off in the middle of the story... I have hardly anytime to myself...
So after being hooked up to the meter machine for about 15 minutes, Dr. Jones comes back into the room, takes a look at the data the machine recorded, and said everything looks fine no need to worry, but the placenta was matured and Izzy has stopped growing. So in other words, Izzy was full term and was just taking her sweet time coming out... (Now that I know her it totally makes sense... The stinker is the slowest eater I have ever seen and all she wants to do is cuddle. What better place to cuddle than the womb?)
Jones wanted to schedule us for a stress test for that night. (Everything was happening so fast that Michael and I just gave him 'deer in the headlight' looks and nodded.
That night we go to the hospital and we are put into a delivery room, and I change into the hospital gown. And then we waited for what seemed like forever. Finally a sweet nurse came in and hooked me up to an IV (which sucked) and checked me. They started the platocin and then we just hung out. The nurse came in a couple more times to check me and adjusted the platocin dropper thing.
So after 4 hours of no changes the nurse came back in and said that Jones called and scheduled me to be induced on Monday, if I don't go into labor all by myself over the weekend. (And of course I didn't)
ps. Platocin makes you way hormonal. After getting off it that night I made Michael take me to In n Out where I downed 2 burgers, and wanted to cry for no reason at all.
Back to the story.....
Monday morning FINALLY came. (it was the slowest weekend of my life) I was so nervous about what was about to happen. We got to the hospital a 1/2 hour early and taken straight into a room, changed and hooked up. (no waiting this time) Hours pass and I dilate to a 2 and more hours pass, and finally around 5pm I'm finally a 3. The nurse breaks my water and gets that wonderful man that does the epidurals. Before he does it he tells me that 1 in 30 epidurals miss the mark the first time. (its like he jinxed himself) Once it was done he tested it and he missed. So he redid my epidural, and it took that time.
ps. I highly recommend the epidural. After being pregnant for 40 weeks, it feels GREAT to be paralyzed from the waist down. All your backaches are gone and your butt doesn't hurt...
(oh and by the way, I was having contractions this whole time. I must have a VERY high pain tolerance, I barely noticed them, but they were reading off the charts....)
So at this point I know what a contraction feels like but not to the point of were I'm screaming and pulling on Michael's hair....
After my water was broken and my epidural administered, we just hung out and watched American Chopper, thinking I was going to progress as slowly as I did all day long. At 8pm the nurse came in and checked me. I was at a 10! (so glad I didn't have a mirror) This is when I got anxious... Yikes! a 10 that fast!? The nurse said that we were gonna start with the practice pushes. This made Michael and I even more nervous, because my sister in law practiced pushed and her baby came out without her doctor... SCARY!
Just as we were about to tell the nurse, Sorry no practice pushing for us, Jones walks in... (it was literally like a knight in shining armor moment.) I exhaled and felt a lot better about the whole situation. Thinking this was going to be an easy delivery Jones turned off my epidural and told me to start pushing. So I pushed... and pushed......... and pushed some more. Izzy was stuck on my pubic bone, and no matter how hard I pushed she didn't budge. After 2 hours of pushing my guts out, the epidural started to wear off and I started to feel things I didn't want to. At that point Jones got the forceps, and as I pushed, he pulled. Finally little Miss Izzy came out screaming at 10:22 pm. I looked down and saw a purple little baby.
They cleaned her up, weighed 6 LBS and 13 Oz. and measured 18 inches (which I found out later that was wrong she was really 19inches) her, Michael cut the cord and counted fingers and toes...
Well, Little Miss Iz had fluid in her lungs and a little bit of a temperature... So I only got a glance at her before they carted her off to the NICU.
(All the while my wonderful Dr. Jones stitched me up (and yes I could feel it)
Izzy took all the commotion with her to the NICU (Michael went with her on my request) I was alone... It was the first time in 10 months that I was alone. All alone. My Izzers wasn't with me. I laid their and cried. Cried for my baby, hoping everything was going to be alright with her, and for myself. I didn't realize how wonderful being pregnant was until she wasn't with me anymore. (Granted Hormones was a BIG kicker in all of this)
Michael came back and updated me on how our Little Izzers was doing. She was fine, just had to cough up the fluid and try to maintain a good temperature. Sadly NICU has a 4 hour policy. Once a baby is admitted into the NICU they cant be released for at least 4 hours.
Michael was running back and forth all night. Showing me pictures of her, and reassuring me that she is completely fine.
After the 4 hours passed, we were transferred to a recovery room. (getting out of that delivery room and away from the traumatic experience was a breath of fresh air to me) I finally got to hold my baby, my perfect baby.
So that is my story. I'm not gonna lie, I teared up writing this, remembering the part when my Iz wasn't with me, and the possibility that something could be terribly wrong with her. It was a heavy experience.
Little Miss Izzy was swollen and had bruises on her face from the forceps, but somehow she managed to be the cutest little girl I have ever seen. We weren't too sure if we were gonna actually name her Izzy tho. She didn't look like the little girl from our 3-d ultra sound, and we already had the face and the name linked. It took me two days to finally fill out the Birth Certificate. It was the very last thing we did before leaving the hospital. We figured she was Izzy. It felt right, and that's what we were calling her most of the pregnancy....
Pictures to follow.....
