Aiden's Here!!

It is amazing how different labour experiences can be, and how quickly your life can change. Now being the Mother to two boys I am ready to share my experiences and trials and tribulations of raising them! It has been six full days since I gave birth to our second son, Aiden. It all began on the 20th as I pretty much begged my OB to induce me. Being only 2 cm dilated he wasn’t to keen on it, but said we could try and see what happens. So we crossed the street to the hospital with our already packed bags and let the games begin. Our Dr. showed up around 9:30 and gave me the cervadil. Contractions began pretty soon after that, and with no relief in between each one. By noon I was saying that they were only about a 2 on a scale of 1 to 10. The day progressed, but my body didn’t. There was no change in my dilation and wasn’t any indication that it would in the near future. By 7 pm I was dilated to about 3 ½ and the pain was a lot worse – more like an 8. At that time they called the OB to see about getting me an epidural for the pain. He denied the request saying that I wasn’t progressing enough and that he needed to see more development from me. I was doing my best! What more did he want! I was walking, bouncing on the ball; I even took a Jacuzzi to try to distract myself from the pain! The evening went by in a blur of contractions and the slowest moving clocks ever! After another call to the OB and another shoot down of the idea of an epidural and only being dilated 4 cm they finally decided to give me some morphine to “take the edge off” and let me try to relax. The consensus was that I wasn’t dilating because I couldn’t relax enough between the contractions, which at that point were every 2 minutes and at least an 8 on the scale. What a relief the morphine was, I felt drunk, but was able to sleep for several hours. The sleep that I got from 11 pm to 5 am the next morning was just what my body needed. I woke up to that familiar pop of my water breaking. And from then on it was on. The contractions were definitely up to a 10, and coming right on top of each other. After being checked and finally making it to a whopping 5 cm my OB gave in and they called in the “take my pain away” doctor! I was so happy to see him when he arrived at about 6 am. The epidural took away all the pain I was experiencing and allowed me to relax and get ready for the main event. It wasn’t long before the OB came by to tell me that he wanted to check me quick before he went to book the OR for another soon to be mother. He surprised us all by saying that I was fully dilated and ready to push since Aiden was right there waiting for a push! The Nurses got ready and we began to push. Three, yes three, pushes later I was holding Aiden in my arms, all goopy and beautiful. I wasn’t keen on holding Jakob when he was messy like that, but this time it didn’t bother me so much. I was so happy to have him finally out that I didn’t care what he looked like or how grossed out it made me! I have to make a note here. If anyone is looking for a great labour coach, my husband is the man. He was great. Very patient, helpful and I only had to flip him off once! He was really wonderful. Knew I was in pain and did everything he could to take my mind off of it. I think that he was just as relieved as I was when the Epidural Man showed up. He wanted me to be as comfortable as possible and hated to see me suffering. Suffering – is that the right word? No, suffering sounds gloomy – let’s go with extremely uncomfortable. That sounds better. I don’t want Aiden to think that he caused me to “suffer”.