Birth Story (Part I) – The Princess Edition

May 7, 2013

We drove to the hospital and I knew that I was for sure having contractions. I could barely sit in the car through them because they were hurting my entire body. I knew that I would end up getting an epidural because the pain and I weren’t friends at all. I was hoping that I was at least 4 cm dilated so I could check in and get the party started. I was still laughing and smiling through my contractions at this point because I was so excited that it was finally time.

We got to the hospital and got sent to a room to be checked out. Once I laid down the contractions felt like they were dying down. I was so scared that I had imagined my contractions and that it actually wasn’t time. I got hooked up for my non-stress test and waited. I noticed that my contractions started coming infrequently and the mountain peaks were not that high. I knew that was not a good sign.

The first nurse came in to check me and I was only 1.5 cm dilated. I knew I was in for a long ride. The doc told me to go walking for 2 hours and come back in to be checked. I knew I had to get to 3-4 to be admitted so off we went for a walk. It was at that time, we realized we should probably eat because once we were admitted, that would be it (more or less). We found a school and went walking around their track. The contractions definitely started to get closer together and were hitting me stronger and stronger. I had to stand and sway leaning on NT for support. He was amazing throughout it, he kept telling me how strong I was and how great I was doing and how I was bringing our princess into this world. I felt so lucky while in so much pain.

After walking for a bit, we went to McDonalds as it was the only thing close. I wasn’t even hungry but NT said I should eat. I got a Happy Meal and barely touched it. I felt like my insides were being ripped open and all I wanted was my medication.

We headed back to the hospital at exactly two hours and waited to be checked. Once the doctor came in to check me she told me that I was only 2 cm dilated… SAY WHAT? I just had my insides torn apart for 2 hours only to be a half cm more dilated. Um no… HELLS NO! The doctor told me I had 2 options A) walk for 2 more hours or B) Go home and labour there but be back in 2 hours. The only problem was that our house wasn’t a stones throw away from the hospital. I knew I didn’t want to walk for another 2 hours but I also knew I wasn’t about to get back in the car. I barely handled the car ride there and I knew it wasn’t going to be fun on the way back. We decided to walk the hospital for 2 hours. This option sucked! It felt like we were walking FOREVER!

At the end of the two hours we went back to be checked and…

3 cm… I was not moving anywhere fast at all. The doctor who came in had sympathy on me and decided to let them check me in even though I wasn’t 4 cm (probably because I was Group Strep B Positive). I was so relieved and the smile on my husband’s face was priceless. We knew we may have a long night ahead of us but at least we were on our way and could settle in and get comfy.

I told them to get my epidural ready and the nurse and her trainee (problem numero 1) told me to go for another 30 minute walk. At that point the last thing I wanted to do was walk but I obliged knowing this was the last go and the pain would be over soon or so I thought…

Part II