So now that it's been over six weeks, I'm starting to get over the traumatic labor and delivery I had with Kaitlin and I'm now beginning to feel like I can think about it again! In hindsight, I realize I should have gone to the hospital three days earlier than I did...I guess I will know for next time. Since my water broke with Corinne, I guess I was just waiting for it to happen again- big mistake!
On Saturday (May 14th) I knew I was starting labor because I was having major braxton hicks, feeling awful, and loosing fluid. The contractions would last for a few hours, then go away and they really didn't hurt that bad, so I didn't think I needed to go to the hospital...I was waiting for my water to brake! Anyway-without going on too much about how awful I felt for three days, I will just say this went on until Tuesday morning. On Monday, I must have really lost it because Don came home from school and took Corinne. I later came to realize he had taken her back to school and she walked around telling everyone, "momma needs a break!" (I found that out in the hospital when people from the school came to visit...I was a little embarrassed).
I was supposed to go into the hospital at 6:30am on Tuesday morning to be induced. I woke-up that morning and was having some contractions and I couldn't really tell if they were hurting or not. I started timing them and after a few of them I realized they were coming three minutes apart and really starting to hurt. I was trying to wait til 6:30, but at 4:30am, I couldn't take it anymore.
We checked into the hospital at 5:05am, waited in the waiting room for the nurse, then started walking to the room. I asked for the epidural as we were walking to the room (I knew I was at least 7cm by my pain because that's when I got the epidural with Corinne and I was hurting at least that bad!) We got into the room and without going into too much detail and about how incompetent these nurses were, I will just say they didn't know what they were doing, nor did they listen to me at all! So after asking me stupid family history and std questions for about an hour, and caring more about how to work the computer they were putting the answers into, and not realizing how much pain I was in, my contractions got closer than a minute and a half apart. I finally convinced them to let me have an epidural and to get the doctor. Well, they didn't know how to put an IV in (I realized that after they had practiced on me) so they had to call someone else in to give it, then they called in the doctor and anesthesiologist. So, the anesthesiologist didn't know what he was doing either, so they called in for back-up (after he had already practiced on me as well), but it was a little too late. The doctor finally got there and the first time she checked me I was over 9cm and ready. I needed to push so bad, but she wasn't ready because she just got there. I was literally twisting and turning the bed hurting so bad and needing to push, but she was ready by the next contraction. Two contractions, six pushes and a lot of screaming later, my sweet little Kaitlin was there. (I am skipping the details of pushing, the stitches and delivering the placenta for fear I might not use very good language and may be way too graphic...let's just say I've never been in more pain in my life!)
So, long story short, I checked into the hospital at 5:05am and Kaitlin was born at 6:42am, naturally, which I never want to do again! Kaitlin is so worth everything I went through. She is such a sweetheart. She weighed 6lbs 7oz (oddly same as Corinne) and was over 20 inches long. She came home at 5.9 pounds and is a little over 8 pounds now. She is such a blessing and we love her so much. We can't wait for the rest of our family to meet her!
