In my last post i mentioned how Ben came 6 days late. First off, I would like to say I have no belief whatsoever in all those tales about how to quick start labor. My husband and I tried just about everything. I live in AZ and I was due July 29th so it was super hot, but we walked every night anyway for two weeks leading up to my due date to move things along. We did "husband and wife things" as well just about everyday to try and move things along with no such luck. Once my due date came and went I was so done. Of course, my doctor did not seem too concerned about baby coming a couple weeks after my due date. i on the other hand was, aside from feeling like I was getting bigger everyday, was ready for baby to come out now. I had quite a bit of family staying at my house, hoping to get to meet this little guy, but if he stayed in my tummy much longer they wouldn't get to see him at all. My mother would only be able to stay in town so long to help me out. My mom came out a week before my due date to make sure she would be here, but she could only stay three weeks total, so everyday past my due date was one day less that my mom would be able to help me with a new baby. Also, my three brothers and one sister-in-law and one niece were at my house. They were all there to see the new baby, who had yet to be born. So, my husband and I insisted on setting a date for being induced, even though my doctor didn't seem too concerned. Anyway, we went to the hospital to be induced 4 days after my due date. It was a late night appointment, so we got there at like 10:30pm. They put me in triage and checked everything out and said my cervix was not far enough along for the drugs, but they would put gels on my cervix and see if that gets the contractions going.
Looking back, I think this ranks as the worst night of my life. Having someone shove gels and their hand into your cervix, trying to stretch it out, I wanted to just go home and forget it...but I needed this baby to come so...we trudged along.
They put the gel on, and then for the next two hours my husband and I walked along the hospital hallways trying to help get some contractions going. I am wearing only a hospital gown, no bra, no underwear, it is the middle of the night, I am tired, my groin is killing me, and there i am walking around the hospital. When your sole purpose at a hospital is to walk around for two hours, the hospital becomes a lot smaller. We went down the same hallways over and over and over again. After two hours they did another gel and we walked some more...And of course walking didn't do anything. It hadn't done anything for three weeks, except give me braxton-hicks contractions. Finally, at 2:00am they sent us home. I was now a lot more tired, a lot more sore, and just as close to going into labor as I was on arrival. We made an appointment to come in 2 days later to do the same thing over again and I prayed that the baby would come before then, so I would not have to go through this hellish ordeal again...
Prayers are answered...
The next day my husband and I slept in and napped to recover from the night before. Then, did everything possible to once again get the baby to come. We went to the mall and walked around for a couple hours with my Mom and brothers who were also in town. (The mall has AC). We ate chinese food for dinner and I ate a hot pepper because they say hot things can move things along. I turned in to bed early around 8,8:30pm. I had my hubby give me a massage to help me relax. I slept until 10:30 when I was abruptly awaken by really bad stomach cramps. I don't know about anyone else out there, but to me, it felt like I needed to go the bathroom really, really badly. I tried to go, thinking I had an upset stomach. No luck in the bathroom, so I went back to bed. The pain came back about 7 minutes later, tried again in the bathroom, pain went away after like a minute, went back to bed, pain came back 7 mintues later...and by this time I was pretty sure what was going on. But, I did not want to sound the alarms to the family downstairs if it was just false labor. After all, they say to wait and see if the contractions get closer together...
I decided to get in the shower because I hadn't showered since before going to the hospital the night before, and I wanted to smell clean at least getting to the hospital.
I got out of the shower, fighting through contractions the entire time. I texted my husband to let him know I was having contractions, since I did not feel up to leaving the bathroom. He rushed upstaris to see how I was doing. It was pretty obvious the contractions were painful and coming hard. I barely got through blow drying my hair between contractions, which were now 5 minutes apart. I wanted to straighten my hair, but it was too exhausting to even think about.
We live about 30 minutes from the hospital, so we decided it was time to head out. I said good bye to my family, my husband and I got in the car and away we went. In the car, my contractions were like 3 minutes apart and I felt like I was going to die. The pain was all in my lower back. My husband got us to the hospital in 15 minutes, apparently someone was worried we would not make it...
We checked in and I was right back in triage again where I was the night before...
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