It's been about 3 weeks since Squeakers was born , so I figure it's time for her birth story.
Her story really starts the night before on the 22nd of December. B and I drove to the hospital (an hour drive mind you) because the doctor said she was going to put in a cervadil to make me dilate more. Well when I got there with my bags and all (we were suppose to stay the night) I was told that I was far enough along that I didn't need to have the cervadil, and so she stripped my membranes and went home. I honestly would have preferred to stay at the hospital...the drive is annoying. They said I would sleep better at home tho so we went. Got home...went to bed...no sleep. DP was up all night coughing and my mother was taking up my whole bed. Not to mention the fact that I was really really nervous! So at 5:45am I woke up B and we left for the hospital. Got there right before 7 and they started me on antibiotics because I was group B strep positive. I was checked and was told that I was progressing nicely and they would start the pitocen. Well they did, but I wasn't feeling anything really. No pain whatsoever. I could feel the tightening but no pain. The doctor said that after the antibiotics are done they can break my water and things will start going after that. At 1pm almost they did the water breaking.....wow. That sucked ass. B said he felt like I was going to tear his arm off because the doctor had her arm so far in me I swear I felt her elbow! After that the contractions started to hurt...like REALLY hurt. At about 3 they gave me something "for pain" in my IV but that did crap. It just made it so I couldn't react. After that wore off (dear lord I couldn't wait till it wore off!) I immediately asked for the epidural. Now I was really nervous about it because my last one didn't do CRAP. I basically went natural and man thats not fun. The guy came in and started and it was over before I knew it. Having contraction trough that wasn't pleasant but whatever. AFTER? Wow. Like friggin heaven. I felt the pressure but non of the pain. That went on for a good hour and a half and then they asked "how do you feel". I said "I might....beable to push?" Got checked and the doctor was like "oh yeah, she's right there" I thought she meant like she was ready to start being pushed out...but apparently she meant RIGHT there. 3 contractions and 11 minutes later she was here. Bruised to hell and back on her face, but she was here! They said from coming out so fast she got bruised up, so bad that the one nurse wanted to give her oxygen until she realized she was pink from the neck down. She was put right on my chest and she breastfed almost immediately. She had a MAJOR knot in her cord so thankfully it didn't cut off her oxygen.
She was jaundiced from the bruising, but it went away fairly quickly. She got to come home on Christmas day.
Best Christmas ever.