I have a feeling this post is going to take a while for me to publish, as I am expecting to hear my little one call for dinner at any moment, plus dinner for Mommy and Daddy is on the stove, and I have a feeling both will be ready at the same time! I said that I was going to post about my whole labor story and all that, so here goes nothing!
My mother arrived on July 27th to be down here for the big event. We had a lovely time hanging out before the birth, and I was so glad that she was able to come down before Jordan’s birth.
On August 1st, I had a doctor’s appointment where I discussed the pros and cons of inducing labor with my doctor. She basically told me that there are no risks for the baby to be induced at this time, and the only cons for me were that it would probably take a lot of time. I know there are many different views on induction and whether or not it should be done, but under my personal circumstances, induction was the right decision for me. I don’t regret being induced, even though there were complications that may or may not have resulted from that decision.
The morning of August 2 Mike and I got up around 3:30 in order to get to the hospital by 5:30am as the doctor had instructed. We were so glad to be leaving together, not in traffic, and with Mike actually home instead of stuck at work. We got to the hospital, and found out that the nurses didn’t know that I was coming in for induction, and all the beds were taken, and likely to remain so for quite some time. So we waited. And waited. And went down to eat breakfast at the cafe, and waited. At around 9:30am they had a bed for me, and we got settled in. They started the Petocin drip around 11am, and I went into labor, or at least a mild form of it, and continued all day. Around 11pm they decided that something needed to be done- I was exhausted, nothing much was happening in my body, and my doctor feared that I wouldn’t have the energy to get me through labor, so I had some choices to make. Either I get taken off everything, I go home, and wait a few days, they manually break my water and see what happens, or they take me off the petocin, but keep me in the hospital, give me a sleeping pill, and try again tomorrow. Well, I chose the latter choice, and my mom and Mike both went back to home/hotel to sleep. The next morning they started me on Petocin again after a breakfast of a turkey sandwich around 8am, and then labor began again. At around noon my water broke on its own! After my water broke, things got pretty intense. I got up and walked around through the halls with Mike, trying to walk through contractions, and by the time I got back to my room from one of my walks, (around 2pm) I was ready for the drugs!! The nurse that I had at the time seemed to want me to try to do it without drugs, but then one of the doctors on call (not my doctor, but the one who would supposedly be delivering my baby) came in, saw my face and said “Why don’t you want an epidural?” And I responded back “I DO WANT AN EPIDURAL!” I think the strongest thing I said while in labor was “I WANT DRUGS!” and thankfully I did not say anything to Mike that I feared I might. (No “This is all your fault” “I hate you” “You did this to me!”, I am happy to report!
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So at that point they checked me, and instead of being 2 cm, I was 5cm, so they were able to give me the epidural. Can I just say- I love epidurals! Suddenly the whole world seemed right after getting those drugs!
The epidural was administered around 2pm, and I continued to labor, though not feeling pain. That’s the best way to labor, let me tell you! I could still feel pressure/sensation, but not pain. Just before the epidural, my favorite nurse from the day before came in, and informed me that she would be there until 11pm, and most likely be my nurse for delivery!! Yeah!! I didn’t end up with the doctor that I wanted, but I got my nurse! Her name was Stephanie, and without her, and Mike I know I wouldn’t have gotten through the whole labor thing.
Turns out that little Jordan was facing the wrong way, so I was having pretty bad back labor, and with each push she wasn’t getting much closer to being born. By around 10pm we were wondering if it would have to be a C-section. With as much pushing and labor as I had already gone through(a little over 3 hours by this point.), I really didn’t want to have 2 things to recover from, so I decided I was going to push with all my might until that baby came out! Towards the end of my pushing, the doctors switched agan- this time to a man named Dr. Bhatia. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of a man delivering my baby, but at that point, I didn’t really care. He came in and met me, then came back in a few minutes later and said “Let’s give her some help”, then came back in after my nurse called for a baby nurse, and then it was time to push her out! After 4 hours of pushing with little result, it was so relieving to realize that I actually was going to have this baby! At 9:54pm they got her out (with the help of a vacuum) and laid her on my tummy. Man that was a surreal experience! Crazy! It was so cool to be able to finally see her, and hold her. Mike cut the cord, and then they took her to clean her up and do all the “nurse stuff” they needed to do. She received an Apgar score of 9, and was very alert, especially since I had had the epidural for so long.
My mom came in around a half hour later, and soon after midnight I was put in my room for postpardum. At Long Beach Memorial they have a “rooming in” policy, so Jordan got to hang out with me after spending about 3 hours in the nursery making sure everything was okay. I was feeling pretty weird by this point. The epidural hadn’t worn off yet, and I still couldn’t really use my legs. This continued for quite some time, and made it very difficult for me to feel much of anything. They had to catheterize me again-yuck! And by this time the epidural had worn off- at least the pain fighting part. I can’t even count how many catheters I’ve had now. Crazy. After a while they had to put a catheter in overnight, and told me that if I didn’t feel sensation to go to the bathroom soon, I would be in for some complications. Thankfully the next morning, everything was working a little more like normal, and we ditched the bag- thank heaven! I still had a lot of problems with pain while in the hospital, and Jordan developed jaundice, and lost a large amount of weight (10%), and after a scare with her mouth turning blue while she was in my room, they took Jordan to the nursery for observation, and were talking about discharging me. I really didn’t want to go home without her, and my doctor called to see how I was- I told her I wanted to stay in the hospital and feed Jordan, and get the pain under control, so she let me stay the night. Jordan had to have 3 blood tests in the hospital, and her hearing test (which she passed), and then we were to take her in to the pediatrician on Tuesday. We went home Sunday after Jordan and I were both given a “clean bill of health”, and off we went!
Jordan has since had 2 more blood tests, each one coming back a bit more normal, so that’s good. As of today the whites of her eyes have returned to white (instead of yellow), and she is looking a lot more healthy. My infection is slowly getting better, and I’m a bit more comfortable now, so that’s also a good thing. I’m hoping to feel much better by the end of this week!
So there you have it- there’s the hospital story- finally! 
We go back in to check her weight on Thursday, and I will attend another breast feeding clinic as well. I was going to try and go tomorrow, but her clinic is already full, and driving all the way to Long Beach for a 2 second weight check seems a bit rediculous. Welp- that’s the story from here!