Continued from Part 1.
So now I was all settled in comfortably and pain free. I could finally relax and sleep, only being woken up every hour or so to be checked instead of every 3 minutes. Sweet sweet relief. Let me tell you, I admire those women who have a med free labor. They are truly amazing. Me, bring on the meds!!
There was only one moment of drama where the nurses had let me lay on one side too long and Rose’s heart rate slowed a bit, then the monitor moved so it wasn’t picking it up at all. Let’s just say it was a little disconcerting to wake to an alarm and have about 5 nurses running into your room. They very calmly and professionally moved me around ( I couldn’t move very well myself with the epidural) and found Rose’s heart beat again. Phew!
At 2:45 am my water broke and I was at 7 cm. Having your water break is weird. I don’t think there was a popping sound but there was a popping feeling. Know what mean? The nurses noted that there was some meconium in there so they knew to be watchful when she came out. I figure it was because of the fairly long labor.
At 7:30, I was 10 cm and they called the doctor in. She could see that while my body was ready, Rose wasn’t dropped very far. She had a scheduled c-section so she had the nurse start me pushing a bit while she was gone. It was a good thing she didn’t push the c-section (it’s like she had done this before) because when she came back 30 minutes later, I wasn’t very progressed.
Of course this was the time that she felt around and discovered the reason. Rose was sunny side up. This prompted some very uncomfortable efforts to turn her around because no way was she coming out otherwise. After about 10 minutes when I think my doc was seriously considering sending me in for a c-section Rose finally flipped.
Even after a that, it was about another hour or so before she finally came out. At 9:20, Rose was born and despite the efforts of the nurses to suction the meconium, immediately gave some good cries and sucked some in.
I know that lots of moms talk about the “blessed moment where they see their baby for the first time and they feel they love pouring out of them”. Me, I stared at the white film covered butt on my belly and thought, “Thank god that’s over. Man this is weird.”
Steve dutifully took pictures while they cleaned her up and weighted her 7lbs 8oz 19.5 inches. All this I saw from afar while my doctor did her best to put me back together again. Unfortunately by the time they were done, Rose had developed a fever so blood was drawn for testing. The results of that are a post for another day.
Doing a little skin on skin with a proud Daddy
Before I knew it, I was resting on my bed with a little wrinkly baby up against my skin. Happy, but still a little weirded out.
Tune in next time for “It all turns out fine but not as planned”.