Noah's Birth Story (Part 3)

You can read Part 1 HERE.

You can read Part 2 HERE.



So when we last left off the mean, mean anesthesiologist had the nerve to leave me before giving me my well deserved epidural. He did return about 15 minutes later and proceeded to give me the drugs. This time around the epidural seemed to hurt a bit more than the last time. I could feel some "pinching" going on as he was getting it in. But once it was in it felt SO good. There was instant relief! (When I got my epidural with Logan there was no instant relief. And now that I've had another one I am thoroughly convinced that it wasn't done correctly the first time around.) My legs instantly began to feel tingly and from this point on when the nurses checked to see if I was dilated anymore they had to move my legs for me because I could not really feel them. I also now had to really concentrate to feel when a contraction hit. They did not cause any pain which was a nice change. At this point I was able to get some sleep and it felt so good.

I'm pretty sure I slept off and on for the next couple of hours. Everything up until when the pitocin started is a quite a blur. I remember the doctor coming in and talking to me a little bit. But the next thing I know they are talking about giving me some pitocin to get me to 10 cm (at this point I was at around 8 cm). I had been given pitocin when I had Logan but this time it was MUCH different. I think because this time around it was given just right at the end and not gradually it was a bit more painful. And by a bit I mean ALOT. I began having one contraction after the other without much of a break. And they were hurting again.

At this point the nurse checked and said that when I had the need to push to go ahead and do it. I held out for about 2 contractions and then told them I needed to push. Once I began to push I could not stop. One of the nurses told me to just push a little but there was no way I could just push a little.

I guess this is when one of the nurses went out to get the doctor. By the time he came in I pushed one more time and Noah came out. I pushed a total of THREE times and he was born. I had been in labor for a long time but when it came to the pushing part I don't think anyone expected it to go that quickly. I could not believe how tiny but yet how big he was at the same time.

I hope you enjoyed Noah's story.

Noah's Birth Story (Part 2)

You can read Part 1 HERE.


So after I got comfy in the bed one of the nurses came in and checked to see if I was dilated. I was at about 2 cm. Which was good because at my last doctor's appointment I was at about 1 1/2 cm. She then began to get everything hooked up. She strapped on the contraction monitor and then strapped on the heart rate monitor for the baby. The only problem was Noah did not want to be found. She would locate his heartbeat and I would move just the tiniest bit and he would move. We had this problem for at least the next FIVE HOURS!


I then began to get everything else hooked up. I got my IV put in and they began filling me with fluids. I also began to get my first dose of antibiotics for the Group B. Boy does that burn when it goes in! All together I received 2 bags of that stuff. After my IV was in the nurses allowed me to get out of bed and we took a lovely walk around the second floor of the hospital. We walked over to the nursery and walked up and down the hallway. Every time a contraction would hit I would have to stop. But like I said before, they weren't nearly as bad as when I was laying down. My contractions were still coming about 7-8 minutes and not really intensifying in pain.


We got back to the labor/delivery room and I started complaining to Mike that I was HUNGRY (it was around 10 AM by now). Mike went out to the hall and asked the nurse if I could eat anything. She came in and said that she would check to see if I had progressed and would give me the answer then. She examined me and then said that she had some good news and some bad news. The good news is that I was now dilated 3-4 cm and that I would now be officially admitted into the hospital since things were progressing. The bad news - since I was now "officially" in active labor I would not be able to eat anything. But I could have water and ice chips, which as we all know are VERY filling.


So since I wouldn't be able to eat anything I decided to get in the giant whirlpool tub and soak for a bit. OMG did that feel good! (Funny story about the tub that I'll write about later. Let's just say that Mike became a temp. for the hospital that day.) The water felt wonderful and the jets felt amazing! I could have sat in there forever!! I think I was in the whirlpool for a good 45 minutes but decided to get out because the pain was beginning to get a bit worse.


At this point I begin to lose track of time. I guess my focus was elsewhere ;)


I got out of the tub and we took another walk around the hospital. The contractions were beginning to get a little closer together and were starting to become more painful too. When we got back to the room I went back to bed. I was getting very tired. I tried to sleep in between the contractions and I think I did get some sleep but pretty soon I was waking up crying because the pain - IT WAS BAD! Mike took this as his clue to see if I could get something for the pain. The nurse came in and checked on me and asked if I was ready for the epidural. I think I contemplated kissing her at that point because YES I WAS READY!! She called the anesthesiologist and he came shortly thereafter. He began going over the medication with me and asking me the necessary questions. This part is a bit of a blur because did I mention the pain?? IT WAS BAD! He had me sit on the side of the bed and began to prep my back for the needle. He started putting soap back there and was just about to put in the epidural when he got a page. He then had to stop and he LEFT. That's right - he had the nerve to leave without giving me the drugs!! He said he would be back as soon as he could. Did he not realize how much pain I was in? Didn't he realize not to tease a woman in labor by coming in to do her epidural and then having the nerve to leave?? The time was now about 1 PM....to be continued.

Noah's Birth Story (Part 1)

OK - I finally have a little bit of time to write Noah's birth story. Mike took him up to his work and Logan is napping right now.

Before I start the official story let me just say that I completely jinxed myself and if you are pregnant you should NEVER - I repeat N-E-V-E-R joke about going into labor!! Saturday we were busy preparing for Noah's arrival by getting some stuff done around the house. I was out running errands around town and Mike & Shelia (my Aunt) were at the house working on completing the pirate ship. I got most of my errands done except some grocery shopping and mailing a gift for my friend who is due in October (Hi Minh!!) I was feeling a little tired so I decided to just come home figuring I could do those either later that night or on Sunday. Fast forward to later Saturday night and I jokingly make a comment to Mike that because I didn't make it to the grocery store I'll probably go into labor that night. We laugh because we figure "what are the chances that that will happen?". Fast forward to Mike & I lying in bed Saturday night. We're talking before we go to sleep and Mike decides to tell me that he really doesn't like the name Isaac (which is the name I had pretty much decided we would use). I ask him if he's serious and he says that yes, he is. I completely blow up and start crying saying that I can't believe he waits until NOW to tell me he doesn't like that name. Up until then I was pretty sure that we would use that name and now he decides to tell me THREE days before baby arrives that he doesn't like the name - AT ALL! I was so worked up. So those two things alone would explain why Noah decided to make his entrance Sunday afternoon. Ok - here is the story.

Early Sunday morning (around 2 AM) Logan got up to go to the bathroom. Mike went in to help him and I felt a little crampy, but didn't think anything of it. They didn't hurt too much and I kind of thought it might have been really bad heartburn. Go to about 5:30 AM and I wake up and feel really bad cramping and think "hmmm, maybe this is what early labor feels like" (since I didn't go into natural labor with Logan I wasn't too sure). I nudge Mike and ask him what time it is. He mumbles "about 5:30". I then ask him what time exactly which he then asks why and I tell him that I'm pretty sure that I'm having contractions. That grabs his attention so we then lie in bed and begin timing them. They are coming about 9 minutes apart. And then one hits at about 6 minutes.

Mike decides to start packing my suitcase for the hospital. Luckily, it's only about 7 minutes away so we figure if we forget anything he can always come back to the house later. Mike calls my Aunt Shelia to see if she can come to the house to watch Logan (my Mom & Dad were up at the lake). While she's on her way over I get into the shower. The contractions aren't nearly as bad while I'm standing and the shower is feeling really nice. I get out and get dressed and Mike gets in the shower. Shelia shows up and by looking at her face I don't think she thought I was in labor. She said I looked much too calm. Which is weird because I wasn't really freaking out and in a situation like this normally I would be completely freaking out. We get our stuff ready to go and say goodbye to Logan (he had woken up at about 6) and head out to the truck. By this time it's about 6:30 AM.

As we're driving to the hospital I realize that I'm hungry. I think it's no big deal, I figure I can just get something once we get to the hospital but Mike reminds me that they will not feed me once we get there. We decide to hit Burger King but apparently Burger King is not open at 6:40 on a Sunday morning. Luckily, there is a McDonald's along the way so we hit that. I get a breakfast sandwich and feel much better. We get to the hospital and Mike drops me off at the ER entrance. I walk up to the admitting nurse and tell her that I'm in labor. She tells me to take a seat and someone will be out with a wheelchair to take me up to the labor/delivery area. About 5 minutes later someone comes with a wheelchair and we begin our way up to the second floor which is where the labor/delivery are is at. We arrive up there and I get changed into a SEXY hospital gown and situated in my bed. The time is now 7 AM....to be continued.