Oliver.lm.vanessa: Tristan's Smooth Delivery
Tuesday, November 17, 2009 3:17 PM
"Josh brought him over, and the minute Tristan heard my voice, he
stopped crying. That's when I began crying."
At exactly 8 a.m., my water broke, as I was lying in bed. My husband, Josh, freaked and stuck a trash can under me and proceeded to tell me to stand still, while he went to call the hospital. They instructed us to come in, and we were admitted at 9 a.m. Contractions had yet to kick in, but I was 2.5 c.m. dilated.
How suite it is...
By 10 a.m., I was moved into a suite. Luckily, our room was large, and the hospital was willing to accommodate the numerous visitors moving in and out of the suite. 1 p.m. rolled around, and I had yet to experience any sort of contractions. My cervix hadn't budged, so they decided to administer Pitocin. It took only fifteen minutes for the Pitocin to kick in; it was dreadful. There were still a number of guests in the room, but I could hardly even speak, while trying to combat each thundering contraction.
Second time's a charm
I held out for forty-five minutes before I finally asked for the epidural. The doctor checked my cervix and found that I had dilated to 5 c.m. It felt like forever before the anesthesiologist came. My contractions were coming so fast that we were having a hard time preparing to put the needle in my back. I was relieved when they finally got the catheter in; unfortunately, though, that relief was short-lived. I soon learned that they'd made a mistake, and that they were going to have to do it again. Finally, after the second attempt, I had my epidural. I felt magnificent.
Still no Tristan
4 p.m. arrived, and Tristan still hadn't. The doctor decided to check me again. I was still at 5 c.m, and our baby's monitor showed that our son's heartbeat was dropping with every contraction. The doctor decided to administer more Pitocin. By 7 p.m., our boy Tristan still hadn't come. Our little one was beginning to show signs of stress, and, since it had been so long since my water had broken, the doctors decided to feed water into my catheter.
Time to act
At 9 pm., they decided we couldn't wait any longer, and that we were going to have to have a C-section. I was taken into the O.R. at 11 p.m. and was told that the procedure would take anywhere between thirty and forty-five minutes. They gave me a variety of anesthetics and drugs-- none of which I can remember clearly. Josh was so nervous, dressed in his cute scrubs, but he held my hand the whole time and kept telling me how good I was doing, and how proud he was. It felt like forever before I heard the instant cry off in the distance. It was 11:50 p.m., and I thought, "Is that MY baby?"
Those final moments
I turned to see that Josh was gone; he had ran to the nurse's side to be with Tristan. Finally, he emerged holding the most beautiful little person I had ever seen. Josh brought him over, and the minute Tristan heard my voice, he stopped crying. That's when I began crying. Because of the anesthesia, I wasn't able to hold my son, but Josh held him close, and I just rubbed his tiny cheeks and hands.
I didn't enter the recovery/observation room until 1 a.m. A thirty to forty-five minute procedure had turned into one lasting over two hours. As the anesthesia wore off, I was shaking uncontrollably, and the left side of my face had swelled from crying. I left the observation unit and was taken into my room at 1:30 a.m.
Our precious boy
Josh came in with Tristan, and I finally got to hold my boy. He was beautiful. He was perfect--7.3 lbs and 19 3/4 inches. He was worth every moment of labor, and more. Tristan J. Luna is now twelve-weeks old, weighing in at 12 lbs, 24 inches. He's healthy and happy, and he's more precious than we could have ever imagined.
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