I went in on Tuesday, May 20th to be induced. We woke up at 4 a.m-who wakes up that early anyway? Arrived at the hospital around 5 and the nurses did all the standard checks before my doctor was to arrive. As they were looking for baby's heartbeat it was discovered that he had once again flipped to transverse. Frustrating. My doctor arrived and options were given to have a version at noon followed by induction or wait until Thursday. We didn't believe there was a right or wrong way to go and decided to be induced at noon. Unfortunately, it seemed like nothing was working out for each of the departments involved and we were sent home. It was a long, frustrating morning. I was discouraged because I had let myself mentally prepare to be having a baby that day and I actually had slept the night before-which was becoming a very rare occurrence in my last days of pregnancy.
Thankfully, Thursday-May 22nd did come and we arrived at the hospital around 6 a.m. It was confirmed that Justus was still in fact transverse-his head was laying on my right side. The version was set for 7:30 and I told the nurses once the IV was inserted that I was NOT leaving and I WOULD BE having a baby that day-IVs hurt and I really didn't want to endure that again!
Yes, I know that the pain of the IV was the least amount of pain I would be feeling that day. At 7:30 I was taken to radiology for the version-an hour after it was confirmed that his head was on my right it was quickly discovered that in that hour he had flipped again, this time his head was now laying on my left side. The version was a success and it was decided that I would be taken back to my room to have my water broken. By 8:00 I was back in my room and it was discovered that he was once again in the process of flipping back to transverse. Yes, the idea of enrolling him in gymnastics upon his entrance into the world was suggested! My doctor's partner proceeded to flip Justus to head down and hold him in place so my doctor could break my water and get my little guy to engage. I had A LOT of fluid, that is no exaggeration-my doctor and his partner both said they had never seen that much water. After my water was broken I progressed from a 2 to a 5. Thankfully, I am not a person who really starts feeling my contractions until I am at a 7-8, so even though I was beginning to contract regularly I wasn't feeling much of the contractions. But, unfortunately I get to that 7 and that ouch feeling is instantaneous. I started having back labor and begged for the use of the shower; but as my contractions got stronger there were decels in his heart and so I was not allowed to take that hot shower I was dreaming about. My nurse, Sydney was awesome though and had me stand over the bed and while I rocked and probably moaned she massaged my back. During those few minutes my contractions picked up and she decided that it was almost baby time. I got back into bed and she started getting her "tools" ready.
I cried a little because I didn't think I could continue with this pain, my doctor arrived and I was checked for the final time. I only had a "lip" left before being fully dilated. My doctor took his lunch break in labor and delivery because he said it wouldn't be much longer. I was in denial. He came back to my room, sat at my feet-ready to deliver a baby. I remember vividly thinking, it is not about to happen. I kind of felt annoyed as I felt like I was expected to promptly make progress that I knew just wasn't going to happen. I felt that way because I had stayed at a 7 for longer than just a few minutes! But, that is why I am not the doctor because within just a few minutes of my doctor sitting there I was suddenly pushing! As each contraction came to encourage me to push, my baby's heart beat would decelerate. I pushed for 15 minutes and with the help of a vacuum, because each time the heart decels took a little longer to climb back up, Justus was born! Justus was born weighing in at 7 lbs and 21 inches in length!
I was so overwhelmed to hold my baby boy for the first time!
And, well Klayton wasn't to crazy about meeting his brother for the first time!
That's the story folks! We are so thankful for God's goodness to our family of 4!
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