I shared with you in my last post what happened on Sunday, 9/20/15. After that, we came home and slept most of the day Monday. So much so, that neither me or my husband could sleep Monday night. I think we got maybe 2-3 hours each. He had a chiropractor appointment early Tuesday, so we went to that, then briefly to the grocery store. My back killed me all day.
I was so exhausted on Tuesday night from being in pain and lack of sleep I went to lay down around 11 pm. I got ready for bed and laid down to play some candy crush. At 11:30 pm, I was just about to turn in when I felt like I guess a “pop” sensation. I can’t think of how else to describe it. Then I felt a warm wet sensation. Honestly I thought I just leaked a little urine. I go to the bathroom and my panties are completely saturated and the liquid was still coming. I gather myself up and go out to my husband playing video games and look at him calmly and say “I think my water just broke.” His response…”are you sure?”
We start making preparations. I called my doc’s answering service and told them my situation and that I was going to the ER. We only live 14 minutes away from the hospital, but you’d think by the way my husband drove we lived 2 hours away. He used his flashers and did about 80-90. Can’t tell he’s used to driving an ambulance lol! I get triaged and head up to labor and delivery again. This time they checked to see if it was indeed my water breaking. They finally determined it was and I was having contractions though not entirely close together. The next thing I know they’re talking about giving me an epidural already, even though I was still just 1 cm dilated. But that’s what happened given my circumstances.
The epidural. Oh holy crap the epidural. They missed the first time. Not like spine damage, paralytic miss; but bone crushing, painful miss. So they had to try a different spot higher up. Thankfully that one was smooth.
The nurses for the lost part were absolutely incredible. So sweet and tolerant.
Anyway,to speed things along…I was in labor for 21 hours. 53 minutes of that was pushing. They tell me I did really awesome at pushing. The husband was an amazing supportive coach. He was gripping my hand the whole time or holding one leg (a nurse had the other) when I was trying to push. I didn’t swear thankfully, but I did scream a couple times. I felt quite a bit of it. More than the “slight pressure” you hear some women say when they were doped up from epidurals.
I had minimal tearing. Second degree. It’s sore but not mind numbing. But here’s the most important part…
The end product:
She does have jaundice. I was released Friday night, she’s still in. She’s doing UV Therapy so we only get to hold her during feeding a and changing. It’s heartbreaking but I know it could be worse. Our hope is tomorrow (Sunday) is when we can bring her home.
It has been an absurdly long week, but I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.