March 7, 2014
by The Wells Family
After a lot of waiting we finally took our chances and headed to the hospital, almost out of pure desperation. I tracked contractions ALL Tuesday night, 11:30 through about 3 am and watched them grow stronger and closer together only to have them stop all together randomly. But I decided that since I hit the ideal 5 minutes apart and 1 min long we had earned the right to have the baby, even if the contractions stopped.
We got the the hospital about 4a.m. And prayer several times while lying in the dark triage room for 3 hours. We prayed that we could meet this baby TODAY, and be done with the waiting! When Dr Alverez came to work about 7:30 a.m he agreed to start this process by admitting us to room 108 and breaking my water. This was the first of many detailed prayers for the day. (Answered prayer: we weren’t working with Dr Aponte)
Once we checked in the nurses wanted to start my IV, simple first step right? Well, this turned in to quiet the process since I’d already been up all night and was slightly dehydrated my gains were hard to find. The nurse doing the IV butchered my left hand and hit a few nerves too, then I started to feel flush and nearly passed out COLD before I was giving an oxygen mask. This is not the way to start labor! (answered prayer: IV finally in)
Then Dr Alverez broke my water at about 9 am and started me on low level of potosin. He also strongly urged me to get the epidermal as he predicted that this being my third pregnancy means this would all go quickly. And man was he right, all of a sudden the contractions were intense, but I decided to tough it out a little without the epidural. BAD CALL JODI! VERY BAD CALL! As things got more intense my kids and mom showed up, it was great to see them, but the excitement was short lived as I progressed into active labor.
I was quick to realize my foolishness and asked for the epidural, but the seemingly 5 hr wait (it was more like 45 min) was ROUGH. It was by far the most intense labor I’ve experienced with any of the three labors. It was so bad that breathing through them seemed impossible. It was pain like I’d never felt. AND, there was no traditional break of a contractions, they only resolved to mild and then grew intense, but they didn’t ever seem to come all the way down to a place where I could regain sanity. I was numb to the world around me. FINALLY, (answered prayer: as I thought I may have missed my chance now that I had the “urge to push”) Don came in and was ready to administer the epidural at about 10:45. The nurse had checked a bit before to see that I was at least 6 cm. While getting the epidural I had at least three contractions and because moving isn’t an option I had to focus on something to help me accomplish the impossible. So I imagine slicing, dicing, and stacking STRAWBERRY wedges. Weird right? I told you that at this point I’d lost my mind.
About 5 minutes after procedure was successful (answered payer) I could see straight again and was able to form complete sentences! Shortly after this I admitted that Dr Alvarez was right and I was wrong. He then checked my progress to declare I was 100% effaced and dilated ( answered prayer) although the baby was still a little high. I was told to let the baby “labor down” and wait. This is where things took a turn, I finally regained sanity and got great news that we’d likely have this any “before noon.” And yet now we were told to wait. With all of this excitement and momentum, I was disappointed, I already paid my dues waiting with this one and I didn’t have much “wait”‘left in me.
We took this opportunity to get some much needed rest and sent the kids to lunch with Grandma and Grandpa. After an hour of less than great rest I started growing impatient and and was frustrated that it all moved so fast and yet here we were again, waiting. After my nurse requested a few practice pushes my nurse got Joann, the mid wife to come for the delivery. Ok, we made it… We’ll not really…After a few pushes Joann looked concerned and unenthusiastic, the baby’s heart beat wasn’t as strong as she’d like and she seemed worried. I was also trying to overcome odd sharp pains high in my abdomen where some of this baby was oddly still hanging out. This pain made rolling up into the pushing curled position even more difficult. Joann ultimately said she wasn’t comfortable with the baby’s heart and wanted to talk to Alvarez. What!?!? The next twenty minutes or so were long, tearful and I was done. I was emotionally and physically drained and weary. They reduced my epidural so I would start feeling more contractions. I literally was so down I doubted the reality of this all ending.
AT LAST, Dr Alverez walked in confidently and said, “let’s have this baby!” Praise God, a man with a mission that I could get on board with. He had me push, coached a few times, and maybe after 5 “all-out, you can do this Jodi, I don’t want a C-section, picture holding the baby in the nursery, I’m giving it my all” pushes he says “stop” and sets up his tools, the stirrups, and nurses take their place. Then I gave two more pushes and the baby literally popped out and it seems that the Dr had to catch it. This final success was because the baby finally turned his head straight. It turned out that the mid wife was concerned and suggested a C-section because the baby’s head was turn funny and prevented it from progressing correctly. (answered prayer)
At this point, I see parts of a blue-ish white baby just behind my feet and can hear Andy giggle as he stares over the bed at his new child…but what is it!! I COULDN’T see! So with every ounce if energy I pull my self up to see only to hear an abrupt “wow, don’t move, you’re still attached to the baby.” As my motion tugged the baby away from the Dr caring for him. FINALLY the nurse says “it’s a boy!” Then he’s laying in my chest and it’s over, finally over! ( answered prayer) We’ll, until 5 minutes later when I ask the nurse to take him and declare I’m going to puke.
Thank you Lord for answered prayer, big ones and small. You are faithful despite my lack of faith!