This post is about Kylee’s arrival and although I like to keep the gross factor under a certain level you should know that by reading about birth, things have the potential to get graphic.
On Friday I called L&D because I thought my water had broke. The triage nurse said to come in to get checked but when I did, I wasn’t anymore dilated than the day before and my water had not broken. The doctor gave me two options, go walk for two hours and come back to get rechecked or go home. I had already been checked four times in the last three days so I’m sure my cervix was good and irritated.
We went home. I was a ball of pessimism; convinced she wasn’t coming until my induction date, the 23rd. During the drive I started to have some pretty strong contractions. My contractions with Reece were Pitocin induced so they hurt like hell but with Kylee, I wasn’t sure I was having real contractions because they didn’t hurt. I figured the stronger contractions I was feeling on the drive were spurred from being checked so much.
Once we were home we ate dinner and mom suggested Kyle and I go for a walk. Kyle said if we were going for a walk we were going to make it worth the while. We walked at a hearty pace and my contractions kept on coming. He took control of my phone app that tracked my contractions because I was so focused on how much time was passing between them. The contractions were not consistent with time or duration but they were becoming painful. Just before getting back home Kyle had me do jumping jacks, squats and high steps in hopes of getting things rolling.
I was tired from the walk so I plopped down on the couch and watched a little TV while still tracking my contractions. Usually after my walks the contractions would ebb away but these didn’t. They were still fluctuating but they were still coming. At around 10 I figured I needed a shower so Kyle came upstairs with me so I wasn’t alone and timed me. They started getting more frequent and more painful so I told Kyle to text Nicole -she and Troy were watching Reece while we were in the hospital the previous couple times- to let her know tonight might be the night.
After my shower I got some comfortable clothes on and crawled into bed. Kyle kept my phone, tracking me as the contractions got worse. They were bad. I was rolling around in bed in pain. I asked Kyle if we should go to the hospital but I doubted that I should because I had been in so much recently. The doctor said to not come in until my contractions were 3-5 minutes apart but mine were sometimes 6 minutes, sometimes 10. They hurt too!
I told Kyle I thought it was time to go. I said that even though my contractions weren’t where they were supposed to be yet, by the time we got to the hospital I knew they would be as frequent as they needed to be. At midnight we packed up and Troy came over to watch Reece. Shortly after, we left home.
The whole drive felt like Kyle was driving so fast. The contractions got heavier and stronger. Mom was tracking them at this point and I asked her not to tell me the times. I knew they were coming fast as I would probably freak out that we wouldn’t make it. There were so many bumps in the road, too, which Kyle said he would ‘levitate’ over if he could.
It took 29 minutes to get to the hospital. Kyle and I go in through the main entrance while mom parks the car. The poor guy at the front door offered me a wheelchair as I was mid-contraction so I wasn’t able to speak; I just shook my head. Walking seemed to make the contractions more tolerable so I crept to the elevators.
We finally arrive at L&D and Kyle does all the talking. The nurse opens the door for me to come back to triage but I was mid-contraction again so I wasn’t going anywhere. By the time I got onto the bed and hooked up to a monitor my contractions were right on top of one another.
From here until recovery is bits and pieces of what I remember coupled with what Kyle tells me.
I had my eyes shut. A doctor comes in to check me but my contractions are so painful he said he’d wait until one ended. I was 8cm! Next thing I know the triage room is filled with people and I am being wheeled out -on the triage bed. Kyle was answering questions as doctors were telling me what I can expect. To be honest, I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t. I coudn’t keep my eyes open let alone process what someone was saying.
We get into my room and I am transferred into a new bed. I have nurses sticking me, taking blood and trying to insert IV lines. I wanted an epidural but I was too far advanced for that. I did it without drugs. I did learn during this fiasco that when I am in extreme pain, I roll my eyes to the back of my head. I remember everyone kept asking ‘you with me?’ I was with them alright, but I had to close my eyes.
As the doctor did an ultrasound my water broke. The whole room reacted. The next thing I know I am on my on my back and they are telling me to push. Three pushes later Kylee was born, 18 August 2012 at 0131.
From the start of labor until she was born was under two hours. I was only in the hospital for thirty minutes before she came. If I had doubted my labor any longer she may have been born at home. I checked traffic on our way in and I am glad I did, if we had been delayed by any traffic at all Kylee would have been born on the highway.
Kylee is perfect and I couldn’t have asked for a better delivery.