The weeks leading up to Kason's birth were very similar to Lexi's, meaning NO progress and NO signs of him coming anytime soon, not that you can predict a baby's birth. I honestly thought with him being my second baby, he wouldn't hang out in there until past his due date, but my babies think I make a pretty comfy home, what can I say? At my 39 week appointment, my doctor asked if I wanted to induce. An induction was something I wanted to avoid at all costs, if possible, but I also knew I didn't feel comfortable going past 41 weeks due to risks of baby swallowing meconium. We went ahead and scheduled a date for February 11. He would officially be 41 weeks, 2 days.
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| The night we went in to be induced...last picture as a family of 3 |
At my 40 week appointment, I was called by my doctor's office asking if I minded seeing the PA that day because my doctor had an emergency and would not be in that day, and maybe not the rest of the week. I agreed, and my hope was that progress had been made. I was still praying he would come before the 11th. When we got to my appointment, the PA did a check, and then had another doctor in the practice come check as well. They thought it was important to know so that my doctor could determine how favorable I was for an induction. I was only a 1, and 50% effaced. No surprise.
I was then told by the doctor that my doctor would be having surgery on the 11 due to an injury that happened the previous day. I was in tears, and asked who would be performing the delivery if he was unable to. He said that it may be him, but he wasn't sure. I walked out of the office in tears with my mom and Lexi. To distract my mind, we headed to the mall. While leaving, Lindsey, my doctor's fabulous nurse called, and apologized for how my appointment went because she knew I had left upset. I asked her what my options were as far as Dr. Sterling be able to perform my delivery. She told me he might be able to delivery on that Thursday, and to talk it over with Keith, and let her know what we decided.
Keith and I went back and forth on what to do. I wanted to make sure my body was ready, because I wasn't crazy about a failed induction. I also did not want to go through the LOOOONG day that we had with Lexi's birth. Don't get me wrong. It's all worth it in the end, but if I could avoid pitocin, I was going to. At the last minute, we decided we would shoot for Thursday. We knew there would be a chance Dr. Sterling still wouldn't be performing the delivery since he already had several things scheduled for that day, but we were taking that risk. I called Lindsey to let her know our decision, and she said we would need to check in THAT night to start medication to prepare my cervix. I lost it at that point. I was not prepared to leave my baby girl for the first time, and felt like I hadn't mentally prepared myself for this. I looked at her as I hung up the phone and sobbed knowing we had merely a few hours as her being the baby of the family. She looked at me so confused as I showered her with hugs, squeezes, kisses, and tears.
At 7:15, I hugged my baby bye, knowing that would be the last time I saw her before she carried a big role on her shoulders, the role of a big sister. Keith did a great job at distracting me on the way there. We laughed about how the first time around, I cried on the way to the hospital, panicked about getting an IV. This time, I cried because I had to leave my firstborn. It's funny how time changes everything.
As soon as we entered our labor and delivery room, I was instructed to put on the oh-so-attractive hospital gown, and had to answer tons of questions, fill out paperwork, and the hep-block was started. Here we go...no turning back now!
