If you missed Part 1 you can read it here.
Robbie arrived at the hospital, kissed me, and said he couldn’t believe it was actually happening! I was so relieved to have him there. He quickly snapped this picture and said, “He’s really coming!”
Around 11 pm the contractions started getting stronger and at this point I was soooo hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything since noon. I begged the nurse for something to eat, but she said Dr. C has a strict “clear liquids only” policy.
Also around 11 Dr. C came and checked me and told me I could have a popsicle. She warned me not to eat the whole thing or I would regret it. After about 5 licks I knew what she meant, I had had enough.
Sometime around midnight the nurse suggested I go in the whirlpool to help ease the contractions. It felt so great. The contractions were getting stronger and stronger and I felt extreme pressure in my bottom/lower back.
I was also offered Fentanyl through my IV to ease the pain of the contractions. This helped take the edge off and allowed us to rest a little bit. At 3 am I was given Pitocin to help keep things moving along. Of course this brought things to a whole new level and the pain continued to increase. I had continued to feel extreme pressure in my bottom. I couldn’t shake the feeling that that was not normal. The nurses kept assuring me that was just the baby moving down.
At 6 am the Anesthesiologist came in to give me the epidural. It was difficult sitting still during the contractions but the actual insertion didn’t hurt at all. The worst part was the sting of the local anesthetic to numb the area.
He explained that the epidural takes around 10 minutes to take effect, so we waited. After a few minutes I knew something was wrong because I didn’t feel any relief. From what I had read/heard most people feel instant relief. After 20 minutes of not feeling any relief, he explained to me that the epidural had failed and he was unsure of why as it had gone in beautifully.
At this point I about lost it, I couldn’t imagine doing it on my own. He said the only thing we could do is take it out and try again, but there was no guarantee that it would work. He took out the first epidural and tried a new spot higher up on my spine and gave me an extra dose of the medicine. We waited a couple minutes and I could feel the relief. I thanked God that it had worked and Robbie and I rested.
At 7:30 am I was checked and was 7 cm dilated. I called my mom and told her that we should have a baby before lunch and she headed to the hospital.
In between resting, I noticed the nurse was by my side checking the monitors for a good hour. I didn’t think anything of it, but shortly realized they were very concerned with my blood pressure. It had gotten very low and the baby’s heart rate had gone extremely high.
After consulting with my Dr. it was decided that the epidural had to be turned off because that is what was causing the problems with my blood pressure. I was so scared of what was to come.
Thank God my mom arrived about this time and her and Robbie did their best to help me through the contractions. All I could do was breathe through the contractions and squeeze their hands. I couldn’t have done it without those two by my side.
I had begged to have the epidural turned back on. Dr. C said I could have it back on but it had to be at a lower dose in hopes that my blood pressure would stay regulated. The Anesthesiologist was in a surgery and couldn’t come in to turn it down, so I had to continue on without the epidural.
The pressure in my bottom was excruciating. I felt like I had a bowling ball pressing on my bottom/lower back. Again, the nurses said this was just the baby moving down. A little while longer, I couldn’t take it anymore and said I had to push. They checked me and I was at a 10.
The 3rd and final part coming next!