So, I went off along my merry way, thinking nothing of my appointment...well...I couldn't be more wrong! Thursday I got the most horrible headache, went to Labor and Delivery and got another stress test. My blood pressure was insane (for me at least) (138 over something) and I was puffed beyond belief. I was hooked up to a monitor and got another FST. The baby was fine but my blood pressure was up and down. When it was finally back to normal I was sent home. At the doctor's appointment the next day--actually, lack of a doctor's appointment--I was told to be prepared for an induction come Tuesday since my blood pressure could not make up it's mind.
Well, that Sunday morning at 0130 I woke up to mild contractions and some other stuff. Anyway, I went to bed and told Jack I was having contractions and all I got was a, "That's nice honey. How about you go to sleep with those contractions..." And he rolled over and went back to sleep. My contractions were pretty steady, about 5 minutes apart, and lasted about 30 to 50 seconds. They were bearable until 0600 and then I wanted to go to the hospital. We got, got checked and I was barely above a 2! Ahhh...so frustrating. I didn't want to be hooked up to a monitor if that's all I was dilated to and we decided to go back home.
Back home I danced and yoga positioned my labor away until 1400 (2:00 pm). More stuff was passing through my system so back to the hospital we went! Checked in, got checked out--I was at a 6, almost a 7! Yay! Well, they wanted to hook me up again...but I wanted to move around (I originally wanted a natural childbirth but we'll get to that). Well, the baby was getting a little stressed in my belly so I couldn't move around like I planned. And I decided I could not go through natural childbirth if I was not free to move and whatnot. So, I tried to get an epidural. The anesthesiologist stuck the catheter in, moved it around and I said "Get that s*** out of me (while huge tears rolled down my face)" The anesthesiologist and I are were not friends. So...on I labored! I did get that Demoral...because it's hard being confined to a bed having contractions that you can feel and not being able to move. But, I asked for the lowest dose possible and I hated it! Oh, dear goodness. I was seeing Windmills stars falling down in delivery room!! That was crazy stuff. Anyway, I was about to be at an 8...the medicine was wearing off and the nurse asked if I wanted more. "No!" All the nurses thought I was insane (except for the older nurse that had all her babies natural). Anyway, they broke my water and on I went to breathe through my contractions.
Let me say this, Jack was the most amazing labor coach. In early labor he helped me move around and sway. Coached me through all my contractions and was just wonderful. So thank you baby!
Anyway, my contractions progressed more quickly...and suddenly I was at a 9! Woooo...it was about 6:00-ish. And I wanted to push. Bad. Jack to call the nurse 3 times before she finally decided I could...and I pushed once--Lincoln crowned! Doctor Crazy was called...ahhhh. Don't get me started! Anyway, once she finally got to the room I pushed again and little Lincoln arrived! A perfect little baby and we couldn't believe he was ours!
At 1818 (6:18 pm) a baby boy weighing in at 4 lbs 13 oz came into our world and just melted our hearts. A little bundle of joy. We stayed at the hospital longer than anticipated but the nurses were wonderful and so helpful and encouraging. Here's a picture of poor little Linc in the jimmy or whatever it was called. Anyway, poor Linc couldn't catch a break! Low blood sugar and jaundice. But, he's come out a strong little fighter!
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