MissyT, my youngest child turns three today.
Where did the time go?
Three years ago today I walked into my doctors office and told the doc to get this baby out of me ‘cause I wasn’t going to last another day.
My doc took one look at me and sent me to get an ultrasound (to justify the early induction).
How early? Two weeks.
Why early? Because I was miserable. That pregnancy had me convinced that four times was enough. From throwing out my back on Halloween to the constant contractions which plagued me in my final trimester. The night before I got induced I was in the hospital because the flu that ravaged my body that week had Mr.G and my mom worried…I guess I looked pretty bad and felt even worse if I let them drag me from my bed to the ER.
Now looking back it’s almost comical to remember my doctor walking in for a regular check up and before she even had the door shut I was telling her to “get this baby out of me”. She took one look at me, opened the door called the nurse and told her to get me an ultrasound appointment right away.
I had to wait almost two hours for someone to tell me: “WOW! That baby is 9lbs and needs to come out today!”
My doctor inserted a Foley catheter to induce labor and open my cervix and sent me down to delivery to get comfortable and enjoy a nice steady stream of pitocin while I called friends to arrange for my older kids to be picked up, to let them know I was in delivery. To wish one friend a happy birthday and let her know she’d be sharing it with the soon to be born MissyT.
Of course everyone thought it wouldn’t be happening on the 17th—I wasn’t even dilated! No, everyone thought it would be a long labor (including my doc.), me: I was determined to meet this child that day.
Even after 5 hours of nothing happening down there, upping the drugs to bring on the contractions I knew she was coming.
Even after the doctor came in to tell me that I was finally opening, but since it took 6 hours to get there she felt confident she could go home for an hour and have dinner with her kids.
No problem doc, see you in an hour.
Five minutes later the contractions became uncomfortable. Epidural time! 30 minutes after epidural—why am I still feeling contractions? Nurse runs ice on my legs…nope, don’t feel anything from the knees down…but I’m feeling slight contractions…call the anesthesiologist back to check out what’s wrong.
HOLY CRAP WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! I think I need to push.
That was me 40 minutes after the doctor left. The epidural failed (well, it did numb me knee to toe!). I firmly believe it failed because I kept saying this last pregnancy would be a “natural” delivery (what was I thinking!)
My nurse, who was running slower than molasses until that point, took a leisurely look and RAN out the door to get the floor doctor, RAN back in to page my doc., yelled at me not to push until the floor doctor got in…that doctor also started moving real fast once she realized Missy T’s head was almost out!
On push #2 the anesthesiologist stuck his head in, heard me swearing…I still remember the look of “oh crap” on his face as he skedaddled out of there. Push 3 and MissyT was out, my doctor arrived in time to deliver the placenta and Mr.G and I laughed happy to have the whole ordeal over with.
8lb 6oz and 21 inches…
Sigh, you know how they say “start as you mean to go”…well the way life started with MissyT I’m sure to have many a headache the older she gets.
Good thing the 3 kids before her taught me to take their antics in stride.
(I’ll be posting the presents & cake I made for MissyT over on my crafty side…check it out!)