For those of you who don't know yet, I did successfully give birth to a beautiful baby boy, my little Odin entered the world on February 7, 2014 at 12:18 pm 7 lbs 7 oz and 19.75 in long.
Birth Story Below:
May contain gory details you don't want to know
You have been warned.
It was a surprising process to me. I was induced this time, went into the hospital the night before and was given a drug to soften my cervix which is also known to start contractions and in a lucky few actually get everything rolling before they give you the pitocin. Well it did end up giving me contractions, all night long. But luckily I was able to sleep through most of it. Sleep might have been too strong of a word though, but at least I was able to attempt to get some rest.
About 9 they started the pitocin drip. Everything was going rather smoothly, I wasn't dilating very quickly, but the contractions were progressing well and around 11 were at the 1-3 minute apart mark. Around that time I finally made it to a 4, which meant I would be able to get the epidural (I was so happy about that, I really didn't want to go through everything naturally again, I'd done it once, that was enough in my mind)
I'm guessing around 11:15 or 11:30 is when i started feeling nauseous, and then started throwing up. (yeah, did not like that happening again this time around. I could have done without that a second time, but they always say throwing up gives you the best contractions) They called down to let them know I wanted the shot and I got up because the last few contractions had made me feel like I'd wet myself (actually turned out to be my water breaking, but we didn't put that together until later) I waddled to the bathroom with Husband helping with that darn IV pole
Contractions got much worse rather quickly at that point, and by the time I sat back down I was having trouble staying still during the pain. The nurse was so nice, she kept telling me that if I just stay still they'll be right in, the anesthesia guy is right outside the door waiting on me. (I realize this was a lie now, but good lord did I need them to lie to me, it hurt)
I'm sitting with my feet dangling on the edge of the bed in position to get a needle stuck in my back trying desperately to stay still. The nurse decides to check me since I'm in so much pain. I'm now at an 8 (I went from a 4 to an 8 in less than half an hour, not exactly in the plan) It is in that moment, leaning back against Husband while sitting on the side of the bed my body decides it's now time to push.
The nurse looks a little startled when I tell her this, and as my body contracts I cry "Not again! I wanted to get the epidural this time!" The nurse is dialing her phone trying to get a doctor into the room, and I'm still sitting leaning back on Husband, and being told to lay down. Husband swears he heard her say "I don't want to have to catch this baby"
The doctor makes it in and Husband lays me down on the bed. My body is on auto pilot for the birth, and I couldn't stop pushing if my life depended on it. From the point of me laying on my back it took less than 5 minutes before Odin was in the Doctor's arms crying.
Husband's comment was "your body really knows how to give birth" I just grumbled about how I didn't get an epidural.
To be completely honest, when giving birth it feels like your neither regions are slowly being set on fire as the head and shoulders comes out. I still remember that pain from giving birth to Loki, I felt that for less than a minute with Odin, he just came into the world too abruptly to cause me much pain. I was still in shock about two hours later that I had actually already given birth and actually was holding my son in my arms.
