He's here!!! Our Story...

Jayden’s Birth
On Thursday, April 10th, we had our 41 week Doctor appointment. We went there with hopes of being sent straight to the hospital. We had our bags packed in the car and ready to GO! My visit began with an ultrasound then I had to meet with the doctor. My doctor did her exam and discovered that I was dilated to 3 cm. The ultrasound showed that the baby was running low on amniotic fluid. The doctor was concerned about this, plus with being a week late, she decided to send us straight to the hospital to be induced. Our wish came true! Yay! So we headed to the hospital at around 1:30. We arrived at around 2:00 and got things rolling. My parents arrived at around 2:30 and my sister, brother in-law, nieces and nephew were on their way. Everyone was sooooooo excited! Anyway, sure enough the nurse had trouble giving me the IV...which I now still have a lovely bruise from, so I didn’t start getting my Pitocin until 3:00. I was hooked up on the monitors and having contractions. Nothing too crazy. They weren’t any worse than I had already been experiencing at home. So we just waited and waited. My contractions were progressively getting stronger. They finally got to the point where I requested my epidural. It was about 9:00 when the anaesthesiologist came to my room and administered the epidural (WHAT A MIRACLE!!!). However, it didn’t take on my right side. I tried to give it some time, but the contractions started to get worse and I could totally feel them increasing in intensity on my right hip. My left side was TOTALLY numb! So I told my nurse and she suggested that I lay on my right side to get the gravity to work and pull the medicine to that side of my body...DIDN’T WORK! The contractions were only getting stronger and I was really started to feel uncomfortable. So they sent up another anaesthesiologist who was AWESOME! He was so funny and had this strong Russian accent. He wore a Darth Vadar picture on his name card. It was cute. Anyway, he began with just trying to readjust the catheter to see if it would make a difference. Unfortunately, it didn’t. My next option was for him to redo the epidural. He explained to me that he could redo it, but there is a 10-15% chance that it still won’t take. I said I didn’t care...just try it and see what happens. Luckily, the second epidural took beautifully and I was completely numb! YAHOO! By this point of the night it was around midnight. We realized that we were not going to have the baby on April 10th. I was happy about this because it turned out that we would deliver the baby on my grandfather’s birthday (who passed away) which would make it even more special for me. So after epidural #2 it was time to wait and see if I had progressed any further. I can’t remember time wise, but I do know that I jumped rapidly from 4 cm to 9 cm. Once I reached 9 cm they decided to get me to start pushing. At this point it was 2:00 AM on April 11th. However, the baby was still pretty high up there. He was at station +1. Ideally, he needs to be at +3 in order for vaginal delivery to take place. Well, I pushed and pushed and pushed for 2 and ½ hours. My epidural was starting to wear off on my left side at this point so I was starting to really feel the pressure and some pain. I was getting SOOOOOOOOOOO tired! At one point I even asked the nurse if I could take a little nap in between pushing. My doctor came in and told me no and said I need to keep working at it. So that’s what we did. She kept checking to see where the baby was and he just wasn’t budging. After 2 and ½ hours of pushing he was still stuck at the +1 position. At this point my doctor recommended a cesarean section. She said my pelvis is not wide enough to accommodate him, he was a large baby, and after 2 hours of pushing he didn’t progress at all. She said the chances of him progressing were very slim due to the with of my pelvis. She said I could continue to push if I’d like, but she really didn’t think he would budge. Especially if he hadn’t moved one bit in the 2 and ½ hours I pushed. I took some time to think about this with Jeff. I was really ready to get the baby out and I was TIRED! However, I was scared to go though the operation. Finally, we realized that it was probably the best thing to do. So they prepped me for surgery, gave me more meds in my epidural and off we went to have our little baby. I couldn’t wait to find out what sex it was!!! The surgery was a piece of cake. I remember lying there on the table and not feeling a thing. I was so sleepy from not getting any rest and pushing so much but my adrenaline was pumping to find out what it was. Finally, I could hear this little cry...then the doctors said, "It’s a boy!" I just started bawling!!! I had a feeling it was a boy especially during this last trimester. I started the pregnancy thinking it was a girl, but as the pregnancy progressed feelings of a boy grew stronger and stronger. They brought him around the curtain and I finally got to see my precious little man. He was soooooo adorable!!!! I gave him a kiss and off he went with Daddy and the nurse to get weighed and cleaned up as I got stitched up and rolled to the recovery room. It was 2 hours until I got to finally see my little guy again and I was in heaven! I’ll never forget the feeling of finally holding him for the first time. It was such a wonderful feeling.