On 12/26 at 11am, I felt a trickle go down my leg. I thought it was the normal pee drop that happens when one is 39 weeks pregnant. I was busy getting my house ready since my dad, stepmom, and two younger bros we’re going to be staying over for 48 hours. I haven’t seen them in 4 years and I was super excited. They live in Germany, flew in to Sacramento and were driving to vegas to visit. Frankie’s due date was 12/31 but how wonderful would it be if she came out a few days early to meet her grandpa?
By 2pm the slow trickle of fluid didn’t stop so I called the advice nurse and she said I should go to L&D. from the classes I took, I know there’s a 24 hour time frame from when your water breaks then they’ll classify you as high risk for infection. So I called the husband at work and he came home. He got there super fast.
I was pretty calm cuz I expected to get sent home but I was admitted. A few things I didn’t expect when they admitted me:
– they shove a thousand gadgets up my ying yang
– they wanted to start pitocin immediately
my ideals of being able to walk around, bounce on my birthing ball, and getting in a shower were thrown out the door. Fortunately I had a nurse who was very encouraging so she managed to convince the doc to hold off on the pitocin. (My OB was not available, so his partner was on call.) I selected a male OB for a specific reason, I was not a fan of his chick partner but I digress.
So I tried my best to utilize my hypnobirthing techniques that I’ve been practicing all along. My dad and them just arrived from Sacramento and it was so awesome they hung out in the room with me while I labored. They ended up getting a hotel room since my hubby and I were stuck at the hospital and couldn’t let them into our house. After 16 hours of laboring without any pain meds or pitocin, I was not dilating enough. At this point the doc was pushing for induction hardcore. I was super exhausted and was strating to feel a lil defeated. Hubby was a great supporter. He stood by me as I swayyed my hips, did light touch massage, the perfect partner. Since the doc made it seem like I was putting myself and baby in danger by refusing the pitocin, I gave in. I also said shoot me up with the epidural While you’re at it. I cried for a brief moment feeling like I failed. i was scared of needles but the moment Iet the anesthetist do his thang I felt the greatest relief of my life! I fell asleep.
while I slumbered, baby’s heartbeat dropped. Hah! Baby was not cool with that pitocin so they had to stop it. I knew it! Around 8amosh the doc said we need to try again cuz we were approaching that 24 hour mark and I still wasn’t dilating. We did and the baby said get that sh*t out of here. Haha. c section was the only option at this point.
At 9:59am they popped her out of me and it was awesome. I fell asleep immediat
ly. Daddy/hubs cut the cord and took pictures while my ass slept in peace while thru sewed me up. When I woke up in recovery, my Frankie girl latched right on and has been eating like a champ. (she’s a great eater like her mommy:)
praise God! She was healthy and exactly how I pictured her. I felt great. Of course I had a slew of visitors but the best part was my dad got to meet his granddaughter in person. Who knows, when he’ll get to see her again. They had a narrow time frame in Vegas yet Frankie made her debut in God’s perfect timing. Since my stepmom had c sections with my two lil bros, she was such a big help to me too. Although this wasnt the birth experience I planned on, it was perfect.