September 8th came up very quickly! This was the fastest 39 week pregnancy I have ever had. It was supposed to be a text book delivery, with 4 previous successful deliveries it should have been an easy day. My wonderful niece was bedside with camera in hand to capture all the beauty of the day.
We dropped the kids at school and checked in to the hospital at 830 or so. Our nurse we were to have was not working due to a funeral, however we were matched with a very talented and patient nurse who had just passed her nurse midwife boards 2 weeks earlier.
We strolled the halls throughout the morning waiting for babies arrival....
By mid afternoon baby was giving us signs that delivery was not going to be textbook style.... It was 230 and I was not dilating as quickly as we expected. So we continued to hang out, changed positions and ate ice...
we had some good laughs as the day went on....there was a raised counter that simply was a cupboard for all the needed supplies..my little photographer niece hopped right up there and made her nest for the day, she had a great spot for catching wonderful pictures! she got looks from every single person that entered, apparently no one had done this before.
Things turned stressful when baby dropped its heartbeat to low levels.... We did many position changes, oxygen and through tears eventually the heart beat would recover... not knowing why we did an ultrasound, everything looked fine. Unfortunately I have done labor and delivery in the past and so the thoughts I had throughout the day were very scary at times. The whole pregnancy had gone so well for the previous 39 weeks that I did a ton of praying for us to have a beautiful ending to this pregnancy. Lots of questioning of God on my part, did I really deserve 5 beautifully healthy kids.....Pete put out a prayers requests because about 630 the heartbeat dropped and did not want to come back up no matter what I/we did. Flipping, turning, breathing, pushing, nothing was helping. With the nurse, and extra nurse, anesthesia, my OB Dr. and his resident plus a host of NICU staff we had to get the baby out. About 7 pm I overheard conversation of get the OR ready, 710 my Dr. came to my ear and said here we go, one more round of contractions, pushing and my help we HAVE to get this baby out, otherwise we are going to have to go...(to the OR) looking through eyes full of tears I completely agreed and scared because all I wanted was a healthy baby I started pushing and did not stop. Thankfully my anesthesiologist placed an excellent epidural and I did not feel a thing, however I could completely move! With the help of all the people in the room the baby finally was born at 731. I had closed my eyes at 645 and had no idea my room was so full of people. In the end the baby was trying to come down with the right ear instead of the crown of the head, hence not opening the cervix and not allowing the head to engage. The NICU staffed checked the baby out completely and drew blood for all the stress labs(they all came back normal!! praise God!) all I could do was cry when I heard the baby cry, such a relief to hear! nothing is more precious than those cries and meeting this little person for the first time.
A hug from the best doctor around and nothing but tears of joy as he helped us succeed in yet another miracle. Thank God for his patience, and all the wonderful people with us this day! Without the wisdom of my doctor or the knowledge of my nurse we would have ended up with a c-section at 230.
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