On Monday, June 18 at 9:30am, we were admitted to Labor & Delivery after a whirlwind of events from the week prior.
The nurse escorted us down the hall to room 341 and asked me to get into the gown, get settled and that another nurse would be in shortly to do our admissions paperwork, start an IV and check to see how I am progressing.
Chris and I decide that it is probably smart for him to rush home, repack my bag and come back to the hospital with all of the supplies that we will need for the next few days. He leaves and I sit in the bed thinking about everything to come and soaking it all in.
Our nurse, who was actually a midwife was phenominal. She remembered hearing my story from the previous week and was very caring and reassuring that all would be perfect.
My doctor came back at 10:30am and broke my water. No meconium or issues that he could see, but he did say that I had a tremendous amount of amniotic fluid, which probably came in handy when I fell.
Around 11:30am, he began the pitocin drip and emphasized to the nurse that I went quickly last time and that he expected the same this time. He also asked to be alerted to any changes with my progression and that I could have my epidural whenever I felt that I needed it.
Around this time, I was contracting about every 3-4 minutes and the contractions were increasing in their intensity. Chris came back to the hospital around 11:45am and was shocked to hear that I was at 4cm and 90% effaced and progressing very quickly.
My nurse asked me in between contractions that I had been breathing through if I wanted my epidural. I said that I was still doing well with breathing and that I was hesitant because of possibly stalling labor so early in the process. She reassured me that it would be fine and that she would call the anesthesiologist to come in and get me set up.
The anesthesiologist was wonderful! She was calm, caring, funny and sweet and I am so thrilled that I was able to have her. Unlike my previous delivery where Chris was my support while getting my epidural with Jack, they had Chris exit the room and the nurse midwife was my support while they hooked up my epidural.
Once I was comfortable, I laid back and waited for labor to continue to progress. About 15 minutes go by, and some alarms begin going off. The baby’s heart rate was dropping. Hy heart was in my throat as my thoughts traveled to an unforeseen issue with the baby from the fall. The nurses turned me on my side and his heart rate came back up. Thank God. The deceleration of his heart rate happened every so often after that, but was always remediated when I moved a different way.
Around 3pm, the nurse checked me and said that I was about 8cm dilated and that it shouldn’t be long now. The nurses also changed shifts at 3pm, so my wonderful nurse midwife left and another great nurse came in. My doctor called for an update and announced that he would be back around 4pm to check me again.
As I had transitioned quickly in my last labor, I knew that I would never make it to 4pm. Coincidentally, I began feeling every contraction, pain- just everything and was practically climbing the walls in pain. It was almost as if the epidural just completely stopped working. The nurse saw the amount of pain that I was in as I clutched the rails on the side of the bed, breathed and let the tears continually run down my cheeks. Word could not escape my mouth and I felt as if the baby was going to come at any minute. Our nurse called the anesthesiologist, who was also new due to the shift change and was beside himself when he saw the pain that I was in. He nervously poked me with a sharp popsicle stick and continued to try and ask me questions as I breathed heavily and continued to let the tears fall. He said that he would give me a bola (sp?) to help with the additional pain that I was in. Chris was smart and said to the nurse that she may want to check me again as this was similar to my previous labor. She checked me and immediately called my doctor to come and deliver.
When my doctor arrived a few minutes later, he said that he wanted to see how I had progressed and when he looked, he asked me to wait so that he could put on his coat for delivery. He announced that he could already see the baby’s head and that this was going to be quick. Other nurses and the pediatrician flooded the room and he said to start pushing.
With only two pushes, our sweet and beautiful baby boy was here! Max Russell came into the world on Monday, June 18 at 3:50pm. He was 8lbs, 9oz and healthy as could be. He received 9’s on his APGARS and was absolutely perfect! I felt my mother in the room the moment he was born. She was there watching over all of us and ensuring that this wonderful and beautiful boy was safe.
Max was cleaned up a bit and handed over to me where he almost immediately wanted to nurse. We bonded as Chris and I soaked up every minute of our secind son’s first hour of life as he nursed and cuddled us in the hospital.
How lucky and fortunate we are to be blessed with this wonderful little baby. 🙂