Thank you for all your congratulations on the arrival of Jada Ruth.
A Labor of Love
I’m guessing many of you want to know how it went down? Without too many gruesome details!
Spencer and I headed to the hospital Monday night to begin the induction process. Because I hadn’t shown much progress with dilation and effacement, I would be receiving cytotec to “get ripe and ready” overnight and be induced Tuesday morning.
I was hoping for labor to start naturally, but our baby was comfy. With my doctor going on vacation and a husband with a tricky schedule, we are moving onto option B.
The plan was to have three doses of cytotec overnight and start a pitocin drip Tuesday morning. But, “plan” is used loosely here!
I was hooked up to a fetal heart rate monitor and a uterine monitor to measure contractions. Based on the uterine monitor, I was already having contractions, I just didn’t feel them!
The cytotec (a tiny pill inserted vaginally) started the process, and I was only mildly uncomfortable. Cramping, regular, mild contractions. But, the contractions were coming a bit too fast and baby’s heart rate was fluctuating. So, I had to be closely monitored and was told to stay in bed.
Once things stabilized, I tried walking and felt fine but the portable fetal heart rate monitor was showing a drop in baby’s heart rate again. Nurses thought that during the contractions, she may be in an unfavorable position on the cord. So back to bed.
They weren’t sure if I should even get another dose of cytotec, let alone 2 more.
Epidurals are amazing!
Finally, at 3 a.m. it was decided to give me one more dose. Almost, immediately I felt the contractions come MUCH stronger. And, more frequently. My pain quickly escalated. I started shaking uncontrollably as the contractions built, and they felt AWFUL. No sugar coating–and I’d like to think I have a pretty high pain tolerance. LOTS of concentrated pressure and pain. Spencer was by my side–he felt so helpless!
I was all for an epidural before labor and certainly now! At 6 a.m., I got that lovely shot and gradually felt some relief.
Because I had progressed so much, no pitocin was needed. They wanted to let the labor progress and the contractions (that I could no longer feel) do the work for me.
So, I nodded on and off all morning “resting”. My mom and dad even came in to talk to me while I was waiting. It was so comforting to have Spencer and my parents there.
I had ZERO feeling from my stomach down-so awkward. Kind of like when you go to the dentist and your mouth feels numb–like that.
At 1 p.m., my doctor decided I could really start pushing! My mom and dad left to wait and Spencer stayed to “coach” me. I thought it would take much longer to get to this point, so we were all excited to FINALLY meet this little girl.
It’s a foreign feeling to push when you can’t feel anything but pressure. I had to rely on the nurses and my doctor’s feedback to figure out how to push right.
I pushed during each contraction and it was exhausting! After a full hour of pushing, our baby was slowly getting her head in position. It was tough getting her head past my pelvis.
In between pushing, I seriously could’ve fallen asleep. Dang–I wasn’t one of those women who could sneeze a baby out?! (What we later found out was her head was a good size and in just an awkward enough position to make it difficult to get past my pelvis). Believe me, I was pushing! More pushing and we were nearing the 2 hour mark. My doctor thought she should use forceps to guide baby out and I was fine with that at that point.
At 3:01 p.m., after 2 hours of pushing, I heard the first high-pitched cry from Jada Ruth as they pulled her out! It was surreal! Spencer and I looked at each other wide-eyed with huge grins. I had tears and couldn’t believe this little human was ours! Spencer cut the cord too.
How big is Spencer’s smile?!
The nurses cleaned her up and got the stats, “8 lbs, 2 ounces and 21 inches”!
Spencer loves this picture by the way!
I was stunned and looked at my doctor shocked because she had thought we’d have a smaller baby. She said, “I don’t know where you were hiding her!”
Jada Ruth Allen.
Wow. I still catch myself looking at her thinking, that’s our baby. I’m a mother.
And, someone else is a bit smitten with our new addition as well.
You can bet I’ll be sharing more updates on recovery so stay tuned.
Again, thank you SO MUCH for all the loving comments thus far! Means so much to read your heartfelt words!