At my last OB appointment, my doctor informed me that I was going to be induced. He said his office would contact me with the details over the weekend. I don’t remember what day of the week it was, but I remember growing impatient waiting for the call. I ended up calling the office on a Friday morning and learned that I was scheduled for induction the following Monday. I was told to be at the hospital at 7:30 in the morning on December 5, 2016. Yipes!!!! I found this ironic, because all the way through my pregnancy I was assured that I wouldn’t see 40 weeks. I guess that was true, my induction date was just a mere 4 days away from my actual due date. So I didn’t see 40 weeks, but I did see 39 weeks and 3 days.
In any case, I spent the weekend gathering the last few things for my hospital bag and trying to stay calm. I had been hoping to go into labor on my own, but it seemed that my baby had different ideas because I was showing zero signs that labor was about to begin. I was nervous, excited, apprehensive, sad, and happy all at the same time. Towards the end of my pregnancy I started to feel a little blue. Despite the complications, the guilt and worry of her being growth restricted, and the constant heartburn, I really loved being pregnant and I was sad that it was coming to an end. I suppose those emotions were wrapped up in the fact that this was going to be my one and only pregnancy. Clearly, I was a bundle of mixed up emotions.
On the morning of December 5, 2016, I had a light breakfast of toast and applesauce, saw my niece off to school, and got dressed. At 7:20 am I grabbed my hospital bag and my mom and I took the short drive to the hospital so I could go and have a baby. I affectionately, and quite ironically, refer to this day as “labor day”. When we arrived the hospital was ready for me. I filled out a short form and was quickly settled into my room. No waiting, no triage. I don’t even think the process for checking in took 10 minutes. I was in my gown, in bed, and hooked up to an IV by 8:00 am.
I’m pretty sure I was checked to see if I was dilated at all. Of course, I wasn’t. I kept hearing the phrase “fingertip”. The next few hours are a blur. I’m sure my OB stopped by, I was given one final ultrasound, and I was given pitocin to get labor started. Morning turned to afternoon and still there were no contractions and still I was only dilated to “fingertip”. Nevaeh refused to drop one centimeter. Afternoon turned to evening, while I enjoyed the company of my Mom, my father, and step mother. By the time 6pm hit I was starting to feel tiny contractions but was still not even close. Finally, my OB came in and said that Nevaeh’s heart rate was dropping even with the small contractions so I was going to have to have a C-Section.
Things moved pretty fast after that. I was prepped and rolled into an operating room. Then I was given medicine to numb me from the waist down. Now, because I never went into labor, the hardest part about my birth experience was getting that needle stuck in my back. I’m sure he stuck me at least three times. By the time my Mom made it into the room, I was in tears. Mercifully the medicine did its magic, the curtain was hung and the operation began. I was awake and crying the entire time. A nurse told my Mom to stand up and take pictures of the baby coming out…and she did! So there are pictures of her being pulled out, but I won’t post them. You’re welcome. Once she was out, she was cleaned up, swaddled and they brought her to me so I could kiss her. Then she was whisked away so they could do all the things they do to a newborn baby. I sent my Mom with the baby.
The next time I saw and held my baby, was for skin to skin time back in my room. I don’t think I let anyone hold her until the next day. Ha!! How selfish of me! It was just such a wonder. I was on such a cloud that it hadn’t even occurred to me that I had just had surgery. I couldn’t feel my legs yet, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered to me except the beautiful baby in my arms.
My baby girl was born at 8:00 pm on Monday, December 5, 2016. She weighed 6 lbs 4 oz and she was 18″ long. My long-awaited journey of motherhood was finally to begin…at 46 years old.