Greyson Marc has arrived and we are cherishing our time with him. He was born on September 10, 2009 at 8:50am weighing in at 7 lbs 10 oz. and measuring 20.25" tall.
Thursday, September 10th was Greyson's original due date. On Wednesday the day before I went in for my 40 week check up at the doctor's office. My blood pressure came in a bit high and my doctor felt it best if I could get into the hospital sooner than later to induce the delivery. Much to Frank's and my surprise an appointment was made for us to go in at 9:30 that evening. We had the afternoon to get final preparations ready at the house, finish up to-do lists at Frank's work, and share a last meal out together before heading into the hospital. The calm before the storm.
Once admitted to the hospital they started me on a magnesium drip for the blood pressure and gave me the drug Cytotech in order to soften the cervix, which had to be administered every 4 hours until the cervix was ready to dilate. So in the meantime we were instructed to go to sleep for the evening. I suppose it's worth mentioning now that my allergies had been killing me since Labor Day and breathing through my nose was not an option. Good sleep never came, especially since my blood pressure had to be monitored every hour.
At 6:30am on Thursday, my doctor came in for a visit to check my cervix and it was ready to start the Pitocin drip to begin contractions. He took me off the magnesium since it actually counteracts the Pitocin. Contractions started and were somewhat tolerable at first, roughly 3-4 minutes apart and 30-45 seconds in length. I started to figure out the labor positions that worked best for me, using all the tools I learned in my yoga classes. Sitting was by far the worst, laying down hurt my back too much, kneeling over a birthing ball was good for a little while, but ultimately standing and leaning against Frank was the winner. I was very proud of myself for making it to 5cm dilated before asking for an epidural. In fact, I think it was Frank who was too
tired to go on without me having some assistance!
By 1:30pm, 45 minutes after my request, the anesthesiologist arrived to give me the epidural. Normally there wouldn't be a story behind getting an epidural but unfortunately this time there is. It was by far the worst part of the whole labor process, and I consider myself someone who handles pain pretty darn well. The doctor had me sit on the bed (recall the worst pain position for contractions) and put the first needle in to administer the numbing agent. Unfortunately he didn't put enough of it in, so when he kept poking around my spine I felt a sharp and shooting pain. I really didn't know how to tell the doctor what I was feeling since all I could do is scream and cry in pain. Finally he said that all I should feel is pressure instead of sharp pain, and I was able to say "sharp" every time he poked me. The doctor put more pain medication in and everything was fine after that. I finally felt relief from the contractions and could get some rest in (albeit minimal since I was still battling my allergies).
I stayed on course in dilating about one centimeter every hour and was ready to begin pushing by 6:30pm. Two and a half hours later Greyson was born. And just for the record, two and a half hours of pushing sounds a lot worse than it actually is. Contractions were 3-4 minutes apart and a little less than a minute long. I would push for 3 - ten second long intervals and then everyone would just stand around the bed waiting for the next contraction, all while I was sporting the full monty.
Nothing could have prepared me for the elation that came when my little boy was placed on my chest for the first time. He was so warm and his little cry just melted my heart. He took to feeding right away and continues to be a good eater, burper, sleeper and all around joy to have in our household.
We couldn't leave the hospital just yet due to my BP still coming in high after delivery. I was put back on the magnesium until my blood pressure dropped to a steady systolic rate lower than 100. This meant that I had to continue to be monitored every hour, getting no sleep whatsoever, and had to experience the side effects of the magnesium all while caring for my newborn. They kept me in the Labor and Deliver wing of the hospital so that the nurses could care for me, and because there weren't any beds available in the Adult ICU. I was able to get some food in my system which meant I could finally take some drugs for my allergies. After a couple of days my BP was where it needed to be and I was moved into the Mother and Baby wing. Without the constant interruptions we were finally able to get some decent sleep. That is, only what Greyson would allow us. My milk hadn't come in yet, and he was getting very hungry. His weight dropped to 7 pounds and the doctors recommended that we supplement with some formula. We did and Greyson finally slept for 4 hours during the evening! We were overjoyed when the doctors finally cleared us for discharge the next morning.
