I have done my best to tell the story while realizing that some things are better left untold. But, here it is for what it's worth:
8 am – drank 1 oz
(2 tablespoons) of Castor Oil
1:30 pm – began to
have mild cramps
9 pm – a few
intense contractions, but not in regular intervals or intensity
10 pm – definitely
more intense – Kevin called our doula – Greta to come over and help me through
the pain
12 pm – decide to
go to the hospital
12:15pm – arrive at
the hospital and head to triage
Time stops for me,
but here’s the rest:
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in triage I
was hooked up to a fetal heart rate monitor, an IV and a contraction monitor
(really annoyed by all of the cables) – made laboring more challenging
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The nurse
checked me and I was 4 cm dilated and progressing
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We walked down
the hall to the delivery room
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I labored for
a little while and said I was ready to push at around 2:30am
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Reagan was
born at 3:44 am J
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They placed
her on my chest, Kevin cut the chord and then he was able to hold her for the
first time
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Trouble with
the placenta
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I started to
bleed a lot without passing the placenta
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My Dr. called
for the anesthesiologist to come and administer a drug that would relax my
uterus – they didn’t have it available
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I began to get
lightheaded
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I asked them
to bring Reagan back over to me so that I could be distracted from the drama
happening
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It really
comforted me to have her close and to have Kevin next to me
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They gave me
Demerol and performed a DNC to remove the placenta
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Bleeding
stopped and I was ready to head up to the recovery room
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They took me
with Reagan on my chest in a bed since I was too weak to walk after the blood
loss and a bit loopy from the Demerol (which is a narcotic)
Labor and Delivery
side notes:
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The
contractions became more intense, but they didn’t feel as intense as when they
first came on. My body was able to relax
through them. I remember during one
contraction, I grabbed Kevin’s hand and leaned into him and I felt comforted
and the pain lessened immediately.
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During the
pushing I remember thinking that I really didn’t want to push. I was scared of the pain and scared of the
unknown. I remembered what my pastor’s
wife said to me a few weeks ago – “Giving birth is the closest that we can come
to sharing in Christ’s sufferings – His decision to go through intense pain
(and death) in order that we might have life through Him.” All I thought of was Christ at walking up the
hill to
Calvary
with the Cross on His back…
prepared to give us life. And then I
kept thinking, the only way for this little girl to have life is through this
pain.
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I don’t
remember the pushing being as painful as the contractions. It was just hard. But, my body would take over at the end of
each push to help her get out. (A bit
like throwing up where muscles tighten without control.)
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I pushed for
one hour
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I will never
forget the moment that I first saw our daughter. It was magical. Totally worth it.
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