Billy and I stayed up for a while and he asked me a couple of times if we should head to the hospital and I said heck no. I wanted to stay at home as long as I could. I wrote a letter to the other kids thinking we would be gone when they woke up. My contractions had started to slow down and I immediately thought of my labor with Colby. Perhaps I will share that one on his birthday this year. (I went to the hospital the night before he was born only to be sent back home. He arrived the next morning just after 11:00 and a scary labor.) I went to bed thinking I would be woken up in the night with big contractions, only I didn't.
A little baffled, I got up and got ready for the appointment with my OB. She was surprised I was there at all, as I was 3-4cm and 60% effaced at my last appointment. I mentioned the contractions I was having the night before, but they sort of stopped and then were not regular the next morning once I was on my feet again. She checked me and said I was 5-6cm and my bag of water was bulging and I needed to go to the hospital, did I want to go right then? She exclaimed "You're in labor and you don't know it? How is that possible when this is your 4th baby?!" I told her I was by myself and didn't have the things I needed for the hospital and that I really wanted to be able to take my daughter to school at 10:30...could I come after that? She looked at me like I was a little off my rocker and now that I look back on it, I think I was a little.
I called Hubby who met me at home after I dropped Natalie off at school. I remember a couple of the moms were surprised to see me, as I mentioned to them that if I hadn't progressed I was going to ask my doc for a little help into labor. When I told them about my appointment their mouths dropped as they were like "What are you doing here? Go! Have your baby!"
|We have taken a picture of me and my belly heading to the hospital with every baby. All in a similar spot in the kitchen.|
Billy and I went to the hospital where we had to wait to be processed, get into my room, get hooked up to the monitor, etc. My doctor wanted to see what was going on and was to meet me there at noon. Only she ended up at another hospital a few minutes away delivering a baby at that time. The nurse checked me and I was still 5-6cm. My labor wasn't progressing and when my doc finally arrived she suggested putting me on patocin, which I didn't want to use, so we decided to break my bag of water.
At 12:30 that was that.
There was no turning back now.
I was still comfortable at that point. The baby was fine. Billy and I chatted and made jokes. Our nurse was fantastic and we talked about our kids. A little after 1:00 I was asked if I wanted an epidural. I was still pretty comfy so I said I could wait. I guess this was the day they had c-sections scheduled and I was told that if I didn't get it now, I would have to wait a couple of hours and possibly miss out on getting one at all. Okay, I'll do it, I thought. Don't wanna miss out. So here comes the anesthesiologist, my neighbor from two houses down. A sense of calm came over me. Yes, a needle was going into my spine, but somehow having a friend do it made it less scary. So, I sat with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, trying to relax, holding hubby's hand. She gets everything into position. I feel the pinch of the needle, which hurt more this time than I remembered in the past. Then I hear she has to start over. Start over?! Why? It didn't take. Theere was some issue with bleeding, "flash" something. She pulled everything out and we started again. It hurt even worse and I felt tears streaming down my face. Then I heard her say, "What are the chances? I can't believe this." Again, I bled and she had to pull everything out.
I needed a break.
She needed a break.
She felt horrible, but said she could come back in an hour, maybe just over.
It was 2:00.
I wiped away my tears, collected myself and we decided now would be a good time for Billy to go get something to eat. I was still okay. It didn't occur to me at that moment that I had been having contractions and my water was broken when I was 5-6 cm dilated an hour and a half before, but nobody had checked me since. Just after he left, a few minutes past 2:00, I noticed the contractions were causing me to do the kind of breathing you hear on those shows they used to have on TLC, the low, long, humming type of breathing. My nurse heard it too. I was finally uncomfortable and with no one else there she gave me something to help "relax" me, though I don't remember what it was now.
I texted with Hubby, who was across the street to come back, but within a couple of minutes I assured him that he needn't rush because the nurse was giving me something for pain.
Then, my nurse, who according to her, never takes a break, but was being forced to that day, went on break. She told me she would be just down the hall and to let her know if I needed anything. Yeah. I needed to have a baby. I should have requested she check me before she left. I'm too nice. I continued texting with friends and having contractions like every minute. Strong ones.
Billy walked into the room at 2:50 and I think I lost it a little. All I could say was that I needed out of this bed. "Get me out of here. I need to get up. No, I need to go to the toilet. I need to pee. I need to sit. Get a nurse. Call for the nurse!" I was a rambling mess. Another nurse came in. A darling little sweet nurse who apparently thought she was just there to help us to the potty and show hubby how to get me to and from. All the way there, all I could say was that there was pressure and I felt like I was gonna pee myself. I needed to push. Billy told me not to push. I sat down and nothing came out. I began to cry a little as I told Billy to get the nurse and that I needed my doctor cause I needed to push this baby out.
I'm helped back to the bed as the little nurse and several other folks enter the room and I know I have to get Molly out. She checks and sure enough that little baby was ready to be born.
Now I have friends who had babies without epidurals, but most of them read books and practiced techniques their entire pregnancies to cope. One of them even told me that it was so painful she doesn't even remember her first child's birth and the people in the room next to her's complained about her screaming. Yikes!
So, I didn't mess around. My doctor entered the room and I heard the nurse say not to push until she has her gloves on, but as soon as I saw they were on, well, I pushed! So hard, in fact, that that was all it took and Molly Charlotte Zaruka entered our world, screaming at the top of her lungs. She was wrapped up in her cord, which explained the lull in labor.
But, she was perfect.
Head full of dark hair.
It was 3:06
|Molly was swimming in her newborn going home outfit, but our little helper for the ride home was so thrilled to be a big sister for the third time!|
|Introducing baby sister to her other big sister. Colby wasn't excited to meet her right away.|
It's so hard to believe that a year has passed since then.
That we made it through those first tough months.
That she has begun walking and saying little words and is a definite momma's girl.
That the number one word people use to describe her is happy!
Molly has been a delight in so many ways and is the perfect addition to complete our family.
I am excited for the next 12 months and all it holds.
We didn't get too crazy with her first birthday party, just a few friends, a few sweets and as it seems with baby number four, a few pictures. Enjoy these and if you didn't catch her newborn photos last year, you can see them here.