Here's how it all happened (I know the details tend to get lost in translation so here's how it went down...).
First, I have to warn you, this is long-winded. If you want the Cliff's Notes version, I was induced, labored for 24 hours, and ended up with a c-section.
Wednesday, October 7th- Went in to the OB for what I thought was my "normal" 40 week appt. I expected to hear that I had no progress and thought that the doctor would talk to me about an induction around the 41 week mark. Before the doctor ever came into the room, the nurse took my blood pressure (which was high...it spiked around 37 weeks and went up and down from that point on). As soon as the doctor walked into the exam room, the first words out of her mouth were "Well, your blood pressure is high again...we're going to go ahead and get you delivered." Whoa....excuse me?!? As in RIGHT NOW? Sure enough, I was promply put in a wheelchair and wheeled straight to the hospital's labor & delivery department. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. I was checked into the hospital around 4pm and was in my room, hooked up to an IV and started on Cervadil to jump start labor & dilation by 5pm. I was surprised to find out that I was already contracting every 5 minutes when I was checked in (but couldn't even feel the contractions!). After the cervadil was started, my contractions picked up and I was given Ambien in hopes that I would get some sleep that night (yeah right...if I only knew how the next few hours would go!). Between the hours of 10pm and 7am, my contractions really kicked into high gear but all I was feeling was back labor. At this point, it was too early for the epidural and I was in some serious pain since the contractions were coming right on top of each other with little to no break in between.
Thursday, October 8th- Around 7am, after having a hellish night and begging for the epidural, they finally came in to give it to me. Pure bliss...at least for a little while. Once the epidural was given, Dr. Little came in to break my water and to see how far I was dilated. I was at 4cm. I was told that I would just have to 'labor' that day until I got to 10cm but that given the progress I'd already made, I could probably expect to give birth by late that evening. At this point, pitocin (AKA, Satan's drug) was also started to help labor continue to progress. As soon as the pitocin was started, the contractions were on a whole new level. Even though I had an epidural, I could feel a ton of pressure with each contraction and wasn't able to get any rest. I was already exhausted and knew that I had a long road ahead of me! Throughout the course of the day, the pitocin was increased several different times. At one point, the doctor and a couple of nurses rushed into the room to have me turn onto my side. Apparently, Maddox's heartrate was having decels. They decreased the level of pitocin and told me that we should still be on track for a 'normal' delivery. After a stressful day of staring at his heart rate monitor (and having his heartrate monitored via a censor placed on his head), we still thought we were in a good place. By 2pm, I had progressed to 6cm. Dr. Little said that I should continue progressing and that she'd expect me to be at 8cm by 4pm. 4pm rolled around and I had made zero progress. Also, his heart rate was still fluctuating and I had some serious swelling. Then I heard the dreaded words..."I think we should think about a c-section." At that point, I had a meltdown. After laboring for 24 hours, was I really going to have to go through a c-section? What about the 'natural...but medicated' delivery I'd planned? After a very dramatic (sorry folks...I was terrified) few minutes, I was off to the operating room! In the operating room, things were a blur. I was given a lot of meds and was high as a kite. I don't remember all of the details. I do remember that Brandon looked absolutely terrified!
At 5:38pm on Thursday, October 8th, 2009, Maddox James Garrett entered this world. He weighed 8lb 5oz, was 19 3/4 inches long, and 100% perfect. Apparently, he was "sunny side up" which means he was facing towards my front instead of my back and that's why my labor never progressed.
Due to all of the drugs I was given, I couldn't move my arms so the nurses helped me hold him the first time in the operating room. As soon as they held him over my face so that I could give him a kiss, he puked right on my face (as if saying "Hello Mommy! Nice to meet you!"). After I was stitched up and put back together, we were wheeled to our room.
Our hospital stay was amazing and we couldn't have asked for a better team of doctors and nurses to take care of us. We were discharged and at home on Sunday where our life as a family of three began.