About a week and a half ago, I started getting pretty anxious about Chaskin coming. I had a feeling that we needed to get a waterproof mattress cover, so I bought one. I have had several false labor concerns. Like, I would have cramping or contractions and be convinced that labor was starting. But I didn’t want to go to the hospital if I didn’t have to. So I would give myself a deadline, or go lay down, and the contractions would stop. So for the last week I’ve been praying that I would have a clear sign for when it was time to go to the hospital, like my water breaking.
By the way, I did NOT want to be induced this time, and I did NOT want to get an epidural. My epidurals with the girls went so badly, I just didn’t even want to bother with it again.
So I stayed home from work on Tuesday because I was sick. then I had Wednesday off. I went in for a check up. I was dilated to a 3 and 70-80% effaced. My doctor told me I could have the baby any day. Then I went in for an ultrasound. I’ve been measuring a little big, so we wanted to make sure he wasn’t 20 pounds or something. Anthony was able to come, and during the ultrasound we confirmed that Chaskin was still a boy. They gave me a size estimate of 7 lb 11 oz (give or take 18 oz). So a least I could be reasonably sure that he would be less than 10 pounds when he was born.
I was really unsure whether I would go to work anymore, because Anthony had given me the go ahead to stop working whenever I felt like it, and my doctor told m she would write a note and I could pick the day. I ended up going to work Thursday, and I was really glad I did. It was great to see my coworkers again and I had a really fun day.
Friday, I experienced some signs of impending labor that I don’t want to discuss, so I called in to work. I did some nesting (Made 2 pans of banana bread and washed all the curtains) and then when Anthony got home we went on a date. We ate burgers and watched Catching Fire. Then I took some Benadryl so I could sleep soundly. I woke up several times through the night from strong contractions that made me have to pee. At 8:00 I woke up from an especially strong contraction. It was kind of painful, and I thought to myself that I should write down the time and see if I had any more, when suddenly my water broke.
Water breaking is one of the weirdest sensations. It felt like someone squeezing a water balloon, and then it popped. I gasped really loudly and said, “My water just broke!” Anthony jumped out of bed and started running around to my side. I told him to calm down, that we had time before we had to go anywhere. He called his mom to come stay with the girls, and I took a shower. We left the house at about 9:30 and checked into the hospital at 9:45. During the car ride, my contractions were about 3 minutes apart. When we got the the hospital, they checked my dilation and I was at a 4. My contractions stopped almost immediately. My doctor wasn’t on call, but she came in anyway and checked in.
My nurse checked me again at about 1:00. It was super painful and I cried. I was still at a 4. She told me she was going to call my doctor and that my doctor might want me hooked up to pitocin. I refused. She told me they start it really low and blah blah blah and I refused to use it. My contractions started right back up, and I discussed pain management options with my nurse. She told me they could give me a shot of a pain killer if I needed it, but I couldn’t be dilated above a 7. At 3:00, my contractions started picking up and I asked for the pain killer. She checked my dilation and I was at a 5. They gave me the pain killer and I got really groggy, but the pain was more manageable. It wore off after about 30 minutes and the pain was getting pretty bad. I asked the nurse to check me again at 3:45 and I was at a 5.5. When I realized that 45 minutes of pain (and it was increasing) had only dilated me a half a centimeter, I asked for an epidural. Then the contractions really started getting crazy. At 4:00, the anesthesiologist and my doctor came in. By this point I was screaming from the pain. The anesthesiologist was a jerk and kept getting mad at me for moving or for crying without telling her what was wrong. She finally got the needle in at 4:10 but by then I could feel Chaskin crowning. I started pushing and at 4:16 after 3 contractions, he was out. I went from 5.5 centimeters to a baby in my arms in half an hour. The anesthesiologist put in the medicine while I was pushing, so it kicked in after Chaskin was already born.
There is something completely crazy about child birth. One second there is a human inside you, and you’re screaming in pain. The next second the pain is completely gone and you’re holding your new child. It’s so amazing and wonderful. I love my little buddy. he’s so relaxed and adorable. He has the cutest hairy back and legs. I just pet him for hours and rub my face in his head hair.
I’ll post pictures when I have time to upload them onto my computer. He’s already nursing like a pro and sleeping pretty well at night.
The girls have been so crazy sweet with him. They just hug and kiss him all the time. Sarah was holding him this morning, and he started crying. She sang “Summertime” to him and he fell right asleep on her. Andrea calls him Wittle Chaskin and loves to pet his head. I’m so blessed to have 3 such amazing and adorable kids.