November 10, 2013 was my 30th birthday. This was also baby Davin’s estimated due date. The prior Thursday I got a call from my obstetrician’s office stating I would get a call on Friday the eighth with a time to be at our hospital St. Joseph’s Women’s on Sunday the tenth. This was in part to me having a lot of high blood pressure readings in my third trimester. For awhile we were scared I would be put into a cesarean for my own health protection. On Friday morning I got the call from a woman named Brenda. Please admit myself to the hospital at 3pm Eastern on November 10th unless I were to go into natural labor before then. When my husband came home I sat out on the back porch crying. Nerves had finally taken a toll and this was real. My baby was coming by the 11th no matter what. Was I ready to meet him?
The morning of the tenth I was racing around trying to find things missing from my hospital bag. I ended up not using most of the items and will write about that in a later post. My best friend Pam came over as she was going to take care of the dogs while we were at the hospital for a few days. My in-laws also came by to see us off and give me a birthday gift. We wanted to leave by noon as we wanted to pit stop at another hospital in North Tampa to visit my mother who was there for health reasons. I already was upset she would not be visiting her first grandchild or me at the hospital and that she was laying in a bed being poked at on the day she gave birth to me thirty years prior!
We started towards Tampa which is about forty five minutes away. I remember how cold and wet I was when my drinking bottle sprayed all over me at a stop light. Next, at Arby’s for lunch I chose to spill Arby’s sauce down my shirt. My day was on the right track I guess. We got to the hospital my mom was at and visited her for nearly an hour. I was getting nervous as she joked with my husband about staying at least four feet away from me when giving birth so I could not hit him. She was in good spirits. That helped. By 2pm we started towards our hospital. We walked in and checked in at the counter and were asked to wait a few minutes.
A woman came out and called for us, escorting us to a reception area to fill out some final paper work for insurance and get our room assigned. The back was cold to me. Nerves were settling a bit but at this point I had never in my life been admitted to a hospital over night and had not even met my delivering doctor. We slowly walked past all the beautiful newborn photos in the corridor on the way to room number 15. My new place of rest until the baby arrived. Everyone told me to walk while in labor, well by this time I had no choice, within hours I would be plugged in to machines and told to stay put.
The first nurses came in and introduced themselves, I knew not to get attached as shifts would change well before I went into full blown labor. The lady who came to do my IV nearly got punched and she did get cursed at. She messed up on the side of wrist and I demanded she just do it in the top of my hand even though I knowingly was aware it would restrain some motion in the coming days. She at least got that one right. I never saw her again. A lady came in to ask me how I wanted to deal with pain medications and the hot topic epidural. I went in wondering how far I could go with the pain. They said at any time it could be given. I just was against IV drugs as I did not want my baby drugged out for days.
The first thing they did after hooking up the monitors was administer the Cervidil. This was a medication to help soften the cervix and possibly help aide in getting labor progressing. It was a little painful but mostly uncomfortable. They said after two hours I could order dinner but I was confined to the bed for at least two hours. By 6pm I had sent my husband out to get dinner for himself and my very beloved birthday wish of a slice of red velvet cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. My Grandmother and Aunt arrived while he was gone to visit with presents and hang out for a bit. They said they would wait for the call that baby boy was here. I ordered an amazing steak dinner with a baked potato, carrots, salad, and Dr. Pepper. The kitchen sent me a cupcake for my birthday too! Knowing I could not eat after midnight pretty much I ordered a snack of cheese, crackers, and hummus to eat at 11:45pm! I am no fool when it comes to being an angry hungry woman!
As the night progressed I was bored out of my ever loving mind. My husband was watching football until 9pm when I wanted to watch Revenge. However, with him watching videos on his phone I tuned out half the show and will have to go back and watch that episode again. I can’t tell you what time anything happened after that. I remember getting up a few times to go to the bathroom. Nurses switching shifts. The pain kicking in. For awhile I could ride the contractions and not look at the monitor and he would say if I was on cue with them. It was like a little roller coaster of highs and lows. At one point the second nurse I got offered me Ambien to get some rest and because pain was getting pretty bad some IV drip. I cried for a bit not wanting it but they assured me I was so far off from giving birth it would not be in my system or my son’s by delivery time. I accepted because they refused me an epidural as I was only 1cm dilated.
Again, no recall of time but my body went into shock and I was gripping the bed side, pulling plugs off things, moaning in pain, and crying. The Ambien and IV wore off. I was going to hurt someone. I didn’t even have to page the nurse they came in fast enough as I unplugged things thinking I was going to need to puke over a toilet or faint. I was hot and sweaty and miserable. I had to raise my voice a few times to make sure my husband woke up from his cot as I was freaking out. At this time they checked me and I was 3cm dilated so they could administer the epidural.
I didn’t panic. I wasn’t afraid. I had heard so many horror stories of pain of it but I was more worried about not having the pain I was enduring go away. A team of two rolled in. This was the hard part. IV drugs were apparently still in me so moving while in pain and a little numb was near impossible. They wanted me to sit up, turn sideways with legs off the bed towards my husband, and scoot back towards edge of other side. This took a few minutes. Of course the mirror was facing me so if I really wanted to watch this happen, I could. I kept looking at my husband until they told me to put my head down. Only thing that shocked me was how cold the stuff they put across my back was. I didn’t feel the prick or the tubing go in but within moments I felt better. They had to assist me back into a reasonable position to lay down.
Here we go with loss of time again…..have no clue where my second nurse went, home I am sure. In came Lauren. I liked her. She was young, perky, smiles, and super friendly. Oh, I must also add in that nurse number one gave me the devastating news during dinner that I would not get breakfast. My favorite meal of the day when someone else is cooking for me and I saw some yummy stuff on the menu! Remember, I ate at 7pm!
With all this loss of time I finally started making sense of time around 9am or so. I met Dr. Walter for the first time and he said they were going to break my water. I felt nothing and it happened quickly. My friend Pam came by to visit and so did my in-laws. I still felt good. I guess I got some sleep by this point. It was nearly 10am and I had been sucking on ice for awhile as I was hungry. I had been 4cm dilated at this time. Lauren had put a peanut shaped pillow between my legs and had me turn to my left side in hopes of helping progress. Slow and steady they figured I would give birth in the early evening. Man…was I hungry! I was about to send my Father in Law and husband out to get pizza for themselves when Lauren the nurse came back in. Good thing we did not let my husband leave because at this time I was now 9cm dilated and would be pushing within the hour! Just that silly little pillow helped out that much!
Pam had already left and the in-laws were heading home to help a neighbor out even though they would have preferred to stay in the waiting room to be around after Davin arrived. We knew we would be in the room for awhile. About 15 minutes to noon I was having severe butt cramps in my right cheek and begging my husband to massage them. It was sharp and swift. You could see my contractions going out of control on the screen. I was getting nervous that Lauren would not come back in time and a baby would just fly out of me! By noon I paged them that I was feeling something happening. Lauren came in to check and made the call immediately to get the doctor in. I met him a little bit earlier in the morning. Come to find out I had met his fiance at the OB office a few weeks prior. Only lady there I liked! I felt I could trust this guy.
Lights came on, table stirrups went up, machines got turned on…this was nearly GO TIME! Nothing can prepare you for this and what happened next made the Doctor and Nurse thankful we did not go into natural labor living nearly an hour away from the hospital because if I had progressed that fast at home I would have probably had a highway side baby! 12:10 they have me do a practice push. Lean head in, pull knees up, and count to 10 and release. Do this 3x (the counting part). So much easier said than done when trying to also hold your legs and move neck. Finally got the husband to help with pushing my back up and one leg.
I couldn’t feel anything in the lower regions. They said to push like I had to go number two! I couldn’t feel my butt either so this was going to be a hoot! I had my husband put a wet towel across my forehead at one point. Lauren was cheering me on and telling me when to go into a breathing cycle. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,10…breath out!” “Repeat!” This went on for a few minutes but on one cycle of three the last set at the count of 8, I lost it. I thought I was going to black out and my head went back to the bed. Lauren said she saw the babies head but it got sucked back in!!!! Prior she was saying “This might be it!!!” They thought that one bust in breathing would delay his delivery or cause a problem but I refused to quit. At this time my husband had already seen a little hair!! Bird feathers as he would later say.
“PUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I heard his cry for the first time. I honestly can not tell you if I pooped on the table, as I know many fear that. I didn’t even bother asking. However, I saw pee shooting everywhere and I did ask if it was me or the baby!! It was him lol. I looked to my left and saw my husband with beautiful tears in his eyes. Here I was bawling like a baby so excited, I had done this! This was it! In seconds I would have a baby in my arms! They checked him real fast and handed me by little bundle of joy to start skin to skin.
**DISCLAIMER**–I did tear. I tore bad apparently. I can’t see it but lord did I feel it later at the hospital and I still somewhat feel it three weeks later as I write this. I tore in two spots and was stitched up. I was put on pain pills at the hospital and at home the first week and now still taking some pain relievers over the counter one to two times a day but it was all worth it!
Author: Nichole Arnold
I’m the owner of Mommy Needs a Bottle . I’m a 30- something wine enthusiast that resides in Tampa, FL. I love family traditions, traveling, cooking, baking, reading, fashion, tattoos, beauty products, and being a Mommy! I have a background in marketing, public relations, copywriting, and sales.