Two years ago today I was in the hospital, being “ripened,” waiting to be induced. It was not how either Stu nor I planned the day. We had gone to the doctor’s appointment on the way to work. We both had meetings. There was no hospital bag in the car. So, of course, I was sent from the doctor’s office to the hospital.
They were worried about my fluid level. The baby was doing ok, but couldn’t stay in any longer.
I spent Monday afternoon and night contracting, not really feeling any of it. Progression was slow and boring. Being in the hospital alone sucked. Waiting sucked. Anticipation sucked.
After a quick peek through the blog archives, it seems that I never wrote up Teagan’s birth story. Or, I haven’t found the blog entry yet. I do know that Stu sent me his version, and I thought I had written mine up, I’ll keep looking.
I can say that she didn’t want to come, she fought to stay in all day. They didn’t move me down to L&D until 10am or so the following morning. There was intervention after intervention – more than I wanted. Ripening, pitocin, foley balloon, water broken, more pitocin, Nubain. My parents calling (really!) to see how I was doing. I hadn’t wanted an epidural, I ended up getting one. I was so tired by the time it was time to push I didn’t think I could. I remember that I wanted to push but they told me I couldn’t. Once they let me, I ended up pushing her out in 45 minutes. The cord was around her neck – bent her ear back, and it stayed like that for a few weeks.
She was a girl! Born to “High and Dry” by Radiohead. She came out a bit blue and didn’t pink up quickly. Her apgars weren’t too good – I think a 6 and then an 8? But she was ok. I was so tired once she was out, I thought I would drop her after they bundled her up and gave her to me. I had Stu take her from me.
It all ended up being worth it. I’m so glad our beautiful princess is here. She really is a joy (as long as she’s not tired!). The way she sees, learns, the world is awesome. I love her to bits.