So Sunday rolls around...I was a nervous wreck all day long just trying to keep myself composed. Keith did everything he could to keep my mind off of things. We went to church, for a drive, watched a movie during the day and ate fresh-baked cookies. Before we left, I asked my mom to take pictures of us...the last pictures of us before becoming parents. Keith kept saying, "It's so crazy we are leaving our house as two, and coming back as three."
We arrive at the hospital and check in. They start my IV. I felt like I was going to pass out, so Keith has to come and fan me with a piece of paper...(really?! how the heck was I going to have a baby if I am freaking out over the IV?! You can bet that God was getting a lot of begging and pleading from my end at this point for strength and courage.) They then hooked me up to monitors to monitor the baby's heart rate, my contractions, and my heart rate. They determined that my contractions were too consistent and regular to begin cervadil, so my doctor gets called and they decide to just let me be for the night, and in the morning, they will start pitocin...pitocin...oh, sweet, sweet pitocin!!
First of all, when you know you are going to have a baby for the first time the next day, do they really think that by keeping you in the hospital the night before hooked up to monitors that go off in the middle of the night because baby's heart rate has dropped, it's going to enable you to sleep? The nurse asked me the next morning at 5 a.m. if I had gotten any sleep, because every time she came in to check on me, my eyes were wide open. That would be a NO. I had too much running through my head, and could not, for the life of me, keep my little eyes off of that monitor.
Pitocin was started at 5 a.m. Keith was still sleeping when they started it, but I was doing fine at this point. I actually probably had too much confidence...wow, this isn't so bad. I can do this! My mom showed up around 6 with breakfast for Keith (which he would not eat in front of me, and pretended to leave my room to go find the bathroom to eat it...what a guy!). My doctor showed up around 8:30, and attempted to break my water. He said I could get the epidural whenever I was ready, but I knew the contractions weren't all that bad yet, so I was hesitant to jump the gun and get it if I was doing okay at this point.
I had the best nurse! When I seeked her advice on what to do, she helped calm my thoughts on the situation, and gave me really good advice. We decided to wait until around 11:30 when a hospitalist would again attempt to break my water. If they were not able to do it, I would go ahead with the epidural to get my body to try to relax. I started feeling the contractions before the hospitalist came back, and was listening to my music playlist while Keith timed the contractions for me. He was such a great coach! By the time the hospitalist came in, my mom stepped out because it was too hard for her to watch me in any kind of discomfort or pain (Yes, I have the best mom ever!). I was determined to get my body to relax so that she could break my water. I had my music ready and in my ears to bring my mind to another place. It was successful! Whew!
To be continued...
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