With a quick holler to Sean and no answer, I tried the shake, and that didn't work, so Sean then swears I whacked him on the head (which I didn't) I just simply took my hand and arm and swung it over to get him to wake up.
I then made a phone call to my ob's office and got the night nurse who then informed me that I would need to make my way to the hospital. I then weighed my options knowing that once my water broke I had 24 hours to labor, I thought I would give Sean a few more hours sleep since he wouldn't be getting any the next few days.
9:30am rolled around and I woke up Sean for good. By this point I never had fallen back asleep as I was doing dishes laundry and getting the house ready for our house guest that would be taking care of our furry friend Abby.
Upon our arrival to the hospital I was checked in and hooked up. I was initially checked and still at a 1cm and contracting but it wasn't regular or intense yet. After the nurse consulted with my OB the decision was made to start pitocin.
After a few hours I was given a few internal monitors that didn't feel like puppies licking me. They hurt like crazy getting put in. In between contractions a contraction monitor and then later a hear rate monitor was placed to get a better reading on everything.
After several hours of laboring things starting getting more intense. I was given up to 14ml of pitocin out of 16 and the pain was picking up. At this point I was bout a 2-3cm and asked for an epidural.
The placement of the epidural again wasn't kind. Once it was all done and over with I was very relieved but Sean on the other hand was my support both physically and emotionally and his poor belt loops took a beating while getting my epidural. I was very thankful it was him infront of me and not some poor nurse that I would have twisted into pieces.
Again a few more hours passed and by now I should be very well advanced into labor but the doctor came in and only found that I was about a 4cm minus 2 station and 70-80% effaced.
The decision was made at midnight that a csection was the only way this child was going to come out.
After a few preparations I was wheeled into the OR. I didn't want to see the OR due to fear of freaking out so I placed a washcloth over my eyes until I heard that little noise that would be my son being born, Mr. Jack Stephen Plunkett.
At 1am exact Mr. Jack Stephen Plunkett, all 9lbs 15oz and 21 inches of him entered this world. The doctor looked at him and laughed saying "this kid is HUGE!"
I asked Sean again, "how big is he?" I was in shock that what we knew was going to be a big kid was THAT BIG!!!
After I was sewn up I was taken into recovery until about 3:30am in which the immediate family got to greet the new addition.
At about 4am we were placed in our final resting place and continued our visit for the next 3 days.
During this time we had several visitors that wanted to meet Jack and say hello. I myself was still recovering and having a tough time with things. I was dealing with pain, several different rashes, lack of sleep, and emotions/hormones going crazy.
I did suffer a bit of postpartum depression but I was warned b/c of my previous history with anxiety. With an increase in medication and a few days to make the adjustment, I was feeling much better. Also a change in scenery helped in which Sean and I upon our arrival home made it a point to get out of the house each day such as a park, the grocery store, a walk and so on.
Also one other bummer that I encountered was a reaction to elastic and pain medication. After delivery the doctor gave me a binder that is like a back brace that I wrapped around my tummy that helped to provide support and keep everything all sucked in. Well I quickly developed a rash from the elastic and sweat that was brewing under it. So that was really itchy. Then I was finding myself itching like crazy during feedings and found that my pain medication that I was sent home with I was allergic to and broke out with hives all over my hips, legs and feet.
After doing a bit of research and calling the doctors I found out that I could help to relieve the itching by taking an antihistamine but it could decrease my milk supply. I wasn't about to jeopardize my supply as I was adamant that I was going to breast feed. After about 3 days of sleepless nights, and tears b/c I was exhausted I broke down and purchased the Claritin and that was the best decision I ever made. About 2 weeks later they finally were all gone.
I have been healing great, my scar is very minimal, very flat (I was expecting it to be his huge puffy raised red thing) and upon my first inspection when I got home I was very pleased. My doctor did a great job.
