I’m sitting here writing her story while she sleeps soundly on my shoulder. She is a sweet sweet soul.
Tuesday the 2nd of Feb. I had another doctor apt. with Dr. Bob. Still nothing much was happening – I was just 1.5 cm dilated and not really having any contractions. My blood pressure was high again, just like it was at the very end with Fiona. The labs always came back fine and once they would have me sit in bed and monitor me my blood pressure would always go back down – but….he suggested that if nothing happens we induce before the blood pressure did become a problem. I told him we were having 20 people over for a 3rd Birthday Party at our house on Sunday – he said how about Friday!
So Friday the 5th we thought it would be. I was surprisingly bummed to think that I would need to be induced. Even though I know several people who have had to be – and have never thought twice about it – once you hear it’s going to be you it’s a bit of a bummer. There is a hope that everything will just happen naturally. So I had myself a good conversation with Baby Rutabaga and started massaging my feet and ankles every time I had a chance.
Wed. night I started having non painful contractions – not at any consistency and not that strong but at least it was something. Thursday morning I woke up and stood up and there was a little gush. Could this be it? But then nothing really after that. I laid back down and looked up “water breaking” on the i-phone =) Sometimes it’s not always a BIG gush – sometimes lot’s of little ones. Then I stood back up and again there was a little gush. hmmmmmmmm. I called the Dr. It’s always a little embarrassing when you don’t really know what’s going on with your own body – but I just wasn’t sure.
They had me come into the office. So after showers and breakfast and dropping Fi off at the grandparents we headed into the doctor. By now there were enough little gushes that I told Dr. Bob if that wasn’t what was happening then I had another very serious problem =) He checked me and sure enough that was the case and he sent us straight to the hospital. First we ran downstairs to get something to eat (I’m SO glad we did that) and there in Subway I had another “big” gush. I grabbed Greg’s hand and told him we had to get out of there! The only bathroom we knew of was back up at the 11th floor so up we went. I was soaking wet but luckily no one other then us could really tell!
We got to the hospital around 12:30 and it all felt very civilized. I drove us to the doctor (remember Greg’s boot), I drove us to the hospital. We wandered upstairs and were admitted straight to the birthing suite and not the tinniest contraction could be felt! (when your water breaks they are afraid of infection so they get you in as soon as possible so they can monitor you and baby and get things going if they need to. We sat around waiting for my sister to arrive an happily chatting with our nurse (June).
After a couple of hours they decided that since nothing was happening on it’s own (i had progressed all the way to a whopping 2!) they would start a slow petocin drip. Still nothing. They just kept upping it a bit every hour or so and I did a lot of walking back and forth in the hallway hoping to get something started. We loved our nurse but she was off at 7 and it was clear we wouldn’t be done by then! Finally around 3:00 the contractions were picking up enough that I actually had to breathe through them. Around 6:30 I decided to get the epidural. I wasn’t sure if I would get one this time – but a ways into the contractions and I decided why not =) The nurse told me the way the petocin works is that all of a sudden the contractions will ramp up – and sure enough they did. The epidural people came and this time they had me sit up to get it (with Fiona they had me lay on my side in fetal position which was horribly painful for me! ). It started to kick in by around 7 – just as the new nurse came on duty. Unlike last time I could still feel the contractions enough that I still had to breathe through them. With Fiona I could feel the pressure but absolutely no pain – this time I could feel the pain – it just took the edge off. It was actually kind of nice – I didn’t “like” the pain but I liked really feeling what was going on and knowing when they were getting stronger.
I was at a around a 4 when I got the epidural but by 9:30 I was ready to go. Dr. Johannsen was the doctor on duty. There are a handful of doctors in the practice that I go to and luckily Dr. Johannsen was one of them that I had met. Both Greg and I really liked her and were glad that she was the one delivering if Dr. Bob couldn’t be there.
Dr. J got into the room and in just 4 little pushes our beautiful baby Maisie took her first breath of air. She was gorgeous from the get go. Once again because she came out so fast her head was round and her skin pink. With Fiona we had the marconeum team but with Maisie I got to hold her instantly. She was SO TINY! She weighted 7lbs. 13 oz. (almost a full pound smaller then Fi) and was 19.75″ long. Born at 9:56 p.m.
Everyone in the room was overjoyed. I was crying so much when they asked me her name I couldn’t even say it out loud – it seemed to precious.
The rest of our stay in the hospital was pretty easy. They actually let us go in less then 24 hours which we were SO happy about. I didn’t want to tell Fiona that we were going to be gone for another night. Last time we had a bit of trouble with night nurses – but this time we had a great nurse who was very sweet and it made the stay a lot easier.
Greg’s parents brought Fiona by the hospital around 11 and she was able to stay for a few hours before Greg brought her back to their house (we didn’t know for sure we were going home at that point). Fiona was SO HAPPY to see us and her little sister. She climbed right into bed with me and snuggled with us all. When it was time to go it was a little tough and she was very sad but so happy to be home with us that night.
Welcome to the world little Maisie – it is that much more beautiful now that you are in it.