So this story is 15 months late but after writing down my delivery experience with Miller, I wanted to put Marin’s into words, as it is quite different from her brother’s entry into the world. Though it is also dramatic. If you know Marin, that should come as no surprise.
I woke up on my due date over it. And I mean over it. 40 weeks and I was done. The day before I had an appointment with my OB and she stripped my membranes, in hopes to get things going. I had been sitting at 1 cm dilated and 80% effaced for about three weeks. Side note: that shiz hurt. A lot. I had also been informed at this appointment that she was leaving to go on vacation the next day (my due date). I may or may not (read: definitely did) have cried so hard that the nurse was nervous. Poor Dustin just stood there, holding my very swollen hand while I tried to put my head around the fact that my doctor, that I loved and adored, would probably not be delivering my first child, all the while having some serious cervical pain from the membrane stripping. But what are you going to do?
So, on my due date, I decided we should go shopping. My parents had come to Baton Rouge for “Baby Watch 2013,” so we all piled in the car and took off. I am going to go ahead and say now that I was not a very nice person that day. Like, not even a little bit. Everything was on my nerves. I had a feeling something was going down that day, so I had my mom take some pictures of Dustin, me, and the bump. I looked horrid, swollen, and kind of rude. That sums up my attitude that day. So I’ll just post this…
We went out for some lunch and then went shopping. As we were in Baby Gap, I looked at my mom and told her I thought that perhaps my water had broken. I was very calm because I wasn’t totally sure and also, I just wanted the ball rolling. Dustin could not get us home fast enough. He was totally panicked and very curious as to why I was not. We got home and he had me texting my OB, asking her if she thought we needed to go in. I took a shower, washed and dried my hair, put on some makeup, and calmly wondered if today was the day.
Contractions started coming, probably around 7 minutes apart. I knew I didn’t need to rush to the hospital for this. Dustin did not care. He would rather sit in the ER until it got real than sit at home and wait. Around 9:00 PM, he threw our packed bags in the car and off we went. We held hands the entire way to the hospital, said a little prayer, and wondered if this would be our last night without a daughter.
Here is where I offer up too much info for some of you. Because it was May, I was super big pregnant, and we were outside, it was not broken water, but just general sweat in that vicinity. Sorry. This IS a birth story, you know. However, to my surprise, I was contracting every 4 minutes or so. An ultrasound was ordered to check up on the baby, since we were there and all. Eventually, the doctor on call let us know, in her words exactly, I had bought myself a ticket to an induction. Marin was not practice breathing, I had one high blood pressure episode at 37 weeks (I basically had a panic attack at my doctor’s appointment because I was like ummm this is all about to get real), and I was contracting. So at 11:00 PM, we settled in to a room up in L&D.
At 11:01 PM, my parents came waltzing through the door. My mom had full makeup on and they were totally grinning. I sent them home with a “what are you doing here, inductions can take forever.” They were just besides themselves excited about the first grand baby coming. But good grief. (love you, mom and dad) What I remember about that very long night was this: Friends played on TV Land all night and I was not upset about it, and Dustin slept on a tiny sofa and every time he woke up, he was after me to get an epidural already. Also, I did not like my night nurse.
After discussions with several people, I decided to get the epidural at around 6:00 AM. The OB would be in to break my water around 8:00 AM and apparently it’s super painful and then contractions would start hurting like a you know what. I figured I would have a baby with a lot of pain or no pain at the end of it so why bother with pain? I wanted to enjoy it, so the epidural came early. And it came heavy. So heavy, I was blocked as though it were a spinal. I was freezing cold, could not move a single toe, and even felt heaviness creeping up my chest. The day passed without any commotion and I slowly dilated to 5 cm…and then I dilated to 10 cm in an hour. It was go time. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and said let’s do this. I was all ready to go and then, because of that heavy epidural, my leg fell out of the stirrup. My nurse and Dustin were horrified but I didn’t even feel it. I sat there, laughing, as Dustin picked up my dead weight leg and placed it back into the stirrup. Then delivery commenced.
Towards the end of an hour of pushing, the doc came in and announced that Marin was OP, or off position. Often this results in a c-section. I went beast mode and got her out in one final push. It resulted in a third degree tear for mom and seriously wonky head for daughter. So wonky, in fact, Dustin and I burst out laughing when they showed us our screaming bundle of joy. Normal parental reaction? Not sure. But after the laughter, my first thoughts were, “Hey, I know you.”
It took 45 minutes to stitch me up and I loved that time in the room. Our nurse snapped tons of pictures of us, though most came out blurry. Dustin and I were in that new parent bliss mode, marveling that we made a baby and she was here, in our arms, turning us into a little family of three.