|Tired but happy!|
Sure, I'm used to my obstetric doctors examining me, but to be in a room full of male and female strangers with everything hanging out is quite an experience! Before going into a labor room they hooked me up to monitor the baby's heartbeat and my contractions. A young male surgeon-in-training examined me first and said, "Wow, I think you are 8 cm dilated!"
"Really?" I remarked, surprised as I was only 2 cm dilated the day before when I went to the doctor. Being 8 cm (out of 10) already worried me because I wanted the epidural. "Can I still get the epidural being this far along?"
"Sure," he said. He then got his head surgeon to examine me for a second opinion before moving me to a labor room. At the time, my contractions hurt but were tolerable.
The surgeon arrived and I watched my husband look uncomfortably on as yet another man had to go spelunking. . . "You're 2.5 cm dilated and about 80% effaced."
That sounded more like it--I could tell the trainee was a bit embarrassed, but practice makes perfect, right? Anyhoo. . . basically I still had a long way to go.
|Grandma wanted a 4th of July baby!|
After eating only ice chips and sleeping off-and-on for 7 hours, at 8 AM I told my nurse, "I'm ready to push!" Within seconds, the "labor squad" arrived and was encouraging me on. The room was dark and I could barely make out some of the faces looking at me, telling me, "Great job! Keep pushing!" It was an amazing moment.
At 8:28 AM, Ella Christine Wilson was born. Since then, we've been busy feeding, diaper changing, and napping around the clock for baby Ella. I'm looking forward to our future adventures together!