My due date was the 17th of February. Like many expectant women, that date came and went with nothing to show but an extremely huge midsection. This was my first overdue baby and I now understand the depth of misery of my fellow overdue mother's. It's rough.
An inducement date was then scheduled for the 20th of February. The doctor told me to call the hospital at 5:30 in the morning, and they would schedule a time for me to come in. Instead, they told me they were full and that I needed to call back in a few hours. Let's just say this happened the entire morning and afternoon, me calling in every few hours and them telling me that the inn was full (poor Mary). It was difficult watching the clock all day, the whole time anticipating something as exciting/painful as giving birth. At 2:00pm I decided to go to my doctor because if the hospital 'wasn't going to let me have my baby', then I was due for a doctor's visit anyway. (Secretly, I was hoping he would break my water and then the hospital would have to admit me). No such luck. I was just going to have to wait (the dreaded word) one more day. I was admitted the next morning at 6:00.
The doctor broke my water at 7:00 with hopes that that alone would start my labor. After two hours of nothing, they started me on Pitocin (also known as oxytocin which Talon has down in the barn for the cows. He kept telling me that next time he could just stick me with a needle and start the labor himself. Stick me with one of those huge cow needles, no thanks.) Anyway, It took about an hour and a half for my contractions to start becoming regular, another half an hour before they became painful. At this point, I was dilated to about a six and the nurse told me that it was now or never for an epidural if I wanted one. For curiosities sake, I opted out of an epidural.
Quickly the contractions became very painful and soon enough I was telling the nurses that they needed to get the doctor. They weren't quite sure I was ready because although I was dilated to an 8.5, the baby still wasn't dropping into position. Fortunately, my doctor came to the hospital everyday at noon, and came to check on me. I was dilated to a 9, but he said my cervix was so stretchy I could probably start pushing. My first push, my thoughts were, "Now I know what that burning feeling is." My second contraction, my thoughts were, "I will not do this again, this baby is coming out NOW," and I pushed so hard I'm pretty sure I ruined my stomach muscles forever and I'm pretty sure I know what it would feel like to internally combust. My final thoughts of the ordeal were exactly, "That was horrible." but were immediately followed by tears of complete joy when I first set eyes on the third member of our family, Madelyn Janelle Nelson.
She was born about 12:15 in the afternoon weighing 8 lbs. 2 oz., 20 in. long. She had a full head of dark hair and was overall very healthy. It wasn't until later that I learned that she had had the cord wrapped around her neck three times (perhaps the reason she didn't drop for so long and also the reason it took the doctor a while to get her through the birth canal (of course prolonging the horrible burning sensation). The nurses asked me what I thought about a delivery without an epidural. My response, "I like epidurals."
They brought me lunch in bed immediately after the delivery.
Both mom and baby are showered and moved into their room for the night.
We are so blessed to have another beautiful and healthy daughter in our family.