On Wednesday evening, my water broke at work. I thought I'd peed my pants. We went to the hospital and to my astonishment, they confirmed that it wasn't pee, but my water had actually broken. They admitted me at around 9:00 p.m. My contractions were consistent- two to three minutes apart- and it was the worst pain of my life. They FINALLY gave me an epidural at 10:30. It took them an hour to put the epidural in. Apparently, my ligaments were closer together than the average persons, so it was difficult for her to get the needle in the right spot. I had progressed from three centimeters to five in an hour and a half, so they assumed he was coming. WRONG! I had to lay there on my nine-month-pregnant stomach for an hour, contracting and feeling like I wanted to puke from pain. FINALLY, she got the epidural in (after five tries), and I wanted to kiss everyone in the room. It was the best feeling ever. I was able to relax, calm myself down, and get excited. The epidural is a major reason why I want to have kids again. I hate needles, but the epidural was worth getting poked.
I stopped progressing after the epidural. They gave me to option of having pitocin or waiting until the morning to see how I progressed. I chose to wait and see if I could progress on my own... bit that didn't work out. At this point in time, we had my mom sleeping on two chairs pushed together, Tyler's dad sleeping in a rocking chair (sawing logs), Tyler was on the couch, and Tyler's mom was on the floor. At five a.m., they decided to induce me with pitocin. I was still only at five centimers at that point. At six o'clock, they gave me the pitocin, and by 8:30 I was at ten centimeters plus three. They had to wait for the doctor to get there. They asked me not to push, but the contractions were making that impossible. When the doctor finally showed up (around 9 o'clock) I pushed four times, and then they asked me to wait because he was still getting dressed into his scrubs. He didn't have time to dress into his scrubs, because the baby's head popped out on it's own. I had a contraction- I didn't push, it just happened. I started yelling "I didn't push, I didn't push!"
I started crying as they placed him on my belly. He was beautiful. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was so perfect. He was pink and had lots of soft, dark hair. He was screaming loudly, but he calmed down when I finally held him. Tyler and I cried tears of joy as we gazed upon our amazing creation. Tyler says that he is his favorite person in the whole world. I'll gladly take second :)
Here are his stats:
Name: Zander Scott Spence
Weight: 7 pounds 6 ounces
Length: 19 inches
Head: 13 inches
We took him home today. I love holding him, sniffing his sweet baby smell, and gazing at his perfection. We're excited and exhausted.