I went into labor and delivery on April 16th 2012 at 7pm for my induction. I remember getting really nervous and scared when I got in my room. I paced and paced and cried during the half hour wait for a nurse to come in and get everything ready.
My mom and my best friend were sitting with me, then around 10 my friend went home, and promised to be back as soon as I had her. They started the Cervidil shortly after.
So, my mom and I watched TV and just talked and such until SO had gotten off of work. We watched a movie and then I went to sleep. They woke me up at 3am to start the Pitocin. I was terrified, and thought my contractions were going to be super intense really soon. But, I fell right back asleep, and didn't wake up until 7:30 when they broke my water, since the Pitocin wasn't doing much. The doctor broke my water, and before he even got off of my bed, my contractions became so intense I couldn't stand it. The nurse asked if I wanted my epidural, and I was so excited I could get it so fast.
The anesthesiologist came in and did the epidural and I immediately felt relief.
SO, my mom, and his mom were all in the room as we patiently waited for my little one to enter the world. I was prepared for 24+ hours of labor, knowing inductions usually take a long time, especially on a first time mom. So I was shocked yet again when the nurse came in to check me and I progressed two centimeters in an hour.
Each hour continued like that, until I got to 9 and a half. The nurse asked if I felt strong enough to get on my hands and knees, and I did.
I was on my hands and knees for about an hour, and was finally at a 10. DD was still at a -1 station though, so the nurse had me rock back and forth on my knees to get her to move on down.
I felt the urge to push, and begged them to let me start. The nurse was hesitant, but agreed since she wasn't moving down.
So, at 2:58pm on April 17th I began pushing. At first, it was a breeze.
The nurse was shocked at how well I was pushing, since I had the epidural and had never given birth.
About 30 minutes into pushing, it started becoming hell on Earth.
And an hour into pushing, I was crying and begging for it to end. I looked at SO and told him he better soak it in because we were NEVER having more
I told my mom and him to shut their mouths several times. The nurse told me to stop crying, and I remember flipping out and saying something along the lines of, "YOU TRY PUSHING HIS BIG HEADED KID OUT OF YOUR VAGINA WITHOUT CRYING, IT'S NOT SmUrfING EASY!"
I was a mess. A hot smurfing mess.
Then, about an hour and ten minutes of pushing, I gave up.
I refused to push anymore. I told them I didn't care if they vacuumed her out, used the forceps, or stuck their damn hands up there, but I was done.
The nurse was dumbfounded. She called the doctor and told him what was going on, and he came in and asked how I felt about an episiotomy. I told him I didn't care, just to get her out.
He gave me two shots to numb, and cut hole to hole. Asked me to give two good pushes and promised she'd be out.
He was correct.
At exactly 4:23pm, on April 17th 2012, Mackenzie Mae entered this world, and took over my heart.
She was 7 pounds, 13 ounces and 19 inches long with a head full of black hair that hasn't fallen out!
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