The pitocin was started for the induction and an epidural
was placed. I was put on magnesium for the preeclampsia, which is so awful. So
awful. Tyler sat on the couch and we honestly slept for most of the morning and
afternoon. The doctor came to break my water at 1 p.m. At around 5 or 6 p.m. I
told the nurse I was in quite a bit of pain and asked her if that was normal.
We found out then that the epidural drip system hadn’t started, so I was dilated
to a 7 and feeling the fullness. Not terrible, but not comfortable. The doctor
called me tough. Not what I was going for.
Everything went pretty quickly after that. The magnesium
makes it a little fuzzy. I labored on my left side to try to get the baby to
turn. I had a goal to have him the 3rd instead of the 4th.
I know I kept telling Tyler I think he broke my tailbone (and I think he did).
At one point I told Tyler I was sure he was coming out. Tyler tried to calm me,
but I was sure Tyler was going to have to catch him before any qualified person
returned. When the nurse finally came back to check she couldn’t believe that I
was right. He was! She said usually it takes someone three hours to do what had
just happened in 30-45 minutes. It was time to push.
And I did – 45 minutes. Tyler was there, the doctor was
there and two nurses were there in the corner cheering and counting. That
helped. Everyone helped. Tyler said I kept apologizing to everyone. The nurses
laughed at me. And then – 10:43 p.m. and Nixon was here! He was screaming! I
was so scared. And relieved. He had to go to the nursery for some fluid. His
face was purpleish and he had lots of hair. Everyone left me to help him. And I
was not doing well.
I was worried about Nixon, and I was really, really sick.
I kept throwing up and I was so dizzy. The magnesium had gotten to me. Ugh. They
told me I had to move rooms. They got me into a wheelchair and then walked
away. I remember yelling at them that I was passing out and then I did. And
then I puked. They handed me a pair of socks for the baby. Bad timing. I
thought they were jerks at that point. Now I know they were just very crowded. But
still. Jerks.
In the new room I discovered I had to go back on
magnesium for another day and they had to replace the catheter they had already
removed. I remember a conversation with my doctor at 3 a.m. where I was so
angry at him and begged him to take me off this awful medicine. They did reflex
tests and nothing. I couldn’t think. I was limp and I couldn’t hold my baby.
Worse, I still couldn’t feed him. We hadn’t bonded. I didn’t know him and he
didn’t know me. Tyler was the only parent available to him. He did amazing, but
that’s a tough spot to be. That was a very rough night for all of us.
Things got better. Everything got better. Day by day we
learned. And now, we have Nixon. Quite literally the happiest baby on the
block. He is so awesome. So smart. So cute. So funny. And right now he’s
growling at me and hitting my hands. Looks like he’s up from his nap. Time to
play!
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