10 days overdue and with no progress in sight, we scheduled an induction...Saturday the 16th was the date. 5am. We got the whole clan up and out the door and headed for Overlake.
Induction was tough - contractions started Friday night (better lte than never, right?), figured we were going in for induction on Saturday anyway. Checked in at 5am, OB broke my water at 7am and it was muddy - lots of meconium. contractions were getting more intense and closer so we just kept an eye on everything. I wlked the halls like a mad woman and got monitored every 30 minutes or so. Contractions were progressing but slowly. 3 min. apart but still not bringing the progress my OB was hoping for. Cervix went to 3 and 90% but baby wasn't dropping into the pelvis like he should.
By noon or so, the contractions started to slow down so we did some pitocin (which I was REALLY hoping to avoid). I wasn't thrilled but knew that with the meconium in the water, we needed to really get the show on the road. Pitocin kicked my butt. Contractions were longer, stronger, and no break in the middle, me breathing to get through them was getting harder, and I asked for pain relief in hopes of just getting through the roughest part. Around this time, c-section was discussed as a "if this doesn't work" option - baby wasn't tolerating contractions very well and still hasn't descended...I labored for an hour on Nubain and when the hour was nearly up, I asked for an epidural. Anything to get closer to delivery - I had given up on my "natural birth" plan.
Around 3pm, OB came over to me and told me as gently as possible "we've got to get this baby out now." I'd be lying if I said I took it well. I knew it was serious - I knew that something was going wrong - I sobbed. My poor DH sobbed with me in empathy.
They prepped me and I cried all the way to the OR. I was terrified. Truly terrified on so many levels. This was not the birth I pictured but I knew from the look on my OB's face that this was our best option for my "healthy mom, healthy baby" birth plan
at 4:10pm, Louis H. III was born. 7 pounds 9 ounces, 9/9 Apgars. I watched them re-assemble me in the reflection of the OR lights - surreal. I could feel everything they were doing with the exception of pain. tugging, pushing, prodding, pouring water to clean up...but no pain. NOT something I ever want to see/hear/feel again. Ever.
today's day 10 or so...and he's sleeping well, nursing like a champ (although I think he broke my right boob!! it hurts like hell when he latches - a new development!!), really only squeaks when he's ready to eat.