My doctor scheduled me for an induction at 39 weeks to be safe because of my advanced maternal age, gestational diabetes, and the fact that my baby had slightly more fluid behind his neck early on in the pregnancy.
On the day of induction, we drove out to Belmont for some donuts at Linda’s. I had a couple sugar raised and a bite of Boston cream. They were SO delicious. On the way back home, we stopped by Chilacates to grab some carnitas burritos for lunch. I probably should’ve continued eating clean or had something a bit lighter, but I just couldn’t hold out any longer.
As scheduled, I called Labor & Delivery to see what time we should head in. The morning has been super busy, but they let me know that anytime around 2PM would be perfect.
My husband and I got to the hospital and carried our backpacks with our essentials: phone chargers, portable speaker, change of clothes, and toiletries. We checked in and were brought to the room where I would be delivering. I was so anxious and nervous.
Fortunately, during my last doctor’s visit, I was already dilated at 3cm, which was great for the induction. At least I wasn’t starting out from zero.
But, the IV insertion was killer. It took four attempts and three nurses before they were able to find a viable vein. By the fourth attempt, the last nurse asked if I wanted any numbing. It was kinda too late for that. I just told them to just stick it in right already. Luckily, my tattoos hurt more so it wasn’t too awful – even when the inserted the needle and moved it all around.
They started the protocin, which helps to jump start contractions for induction. For me, it was a series of four drips in an hour. I felt some aches here and there but nothing to cry home about…yet.
We fired up some Netflix and watched Harold and Kumar Go to Guantanmo Bay. FYI Stormi Daniels makes an appearance.
After the movie, the contractions really came. It was a pain that was so severe that I couldn’t even talk.The husband tried to make some jokes t get my mind off of it, but I completely blocked him out. I thought I could breathe through the pain, but I had to call uncle.
The nurse came in an offered some pain relief called Nobaine through my IV drip. As soon as she administered it, I felt a rush of joy and relief. I was literally crying to my husband about how happy I was because I wasn’t in pain anymore.
At that point, I was able to get some sleep. I woke up a few times because I thought I’d stopped breathing. The pain relief was supposed to last for two hours, but at the 1.5 hour mark, it wore off. And, when it did, I felt as though I’d got hit by a big mack truck.
I called for the nurse again and asked if I could have more. She denied me and it was probably for the best considering how I wanted it so badly. I later learned that Nobaine is an opioid so she probably didn’t want to see me get hooked on that shit. The only other option she gave me was to get started with the epidural.
“Is it too early for that?” I asked. I was still dilated at 3cm at that point. I hadn’t progressed all that far. She told me that I could start whenever I wanted to, but that once I did, I wouldn’t be able to walk and go to the bathroom – they’d have to insert a catheter.
She gave me a minute to think it over. Another wave of contractions came and I said yes, please for the love of gawd give me that epidural. Unfortunately, it would be 30 minutes before I could receive it because they were working on someone else. Those 30 minutes were excruciating. And to think that at one point I considered going the natural, drug-free route. Hell, no.
When I was ready for my epidural, they had my husband leave while they stuck the needle in my back. It didn’t hurt. They were actually amazed at how still I was able to stay, with made it easier for them. And once the epidural hit, it was a sweet sweet wave of relief – not as happy-tears inducing as the Nobaine, but it was still good.
Again, I was able to get some more rest in.
I felt fluid leak out of me. “Ummm, babe, I think my water just broke.” I called the nurse and indeed it did. I thought it would be a big deal, but it really wasn’t.
Not soon after, I felt my baby drop down. I literally felt a crunch. I called for the nurse again, and they weren’t really giving it much importance so I just thought it wasn’t a big deal either.
One of the monitors started beeping. I let it go for a few minutes because I didn’t want to keep bugging the nurses. Monitors kept going off for some weird reason – always false alarms. So, I thought this latest beep was a false alarm as well. Finally, I called the nurse and when she came in to check she called all hands on deck.
The baby was on its way.
Wait. What?! Now?!
The nurse took one leg, my husband grabbed onto the other, and I held on to both behind my knees. My playlist started going filled with Cardi B, Dr. Dre, Kendrick Lamar, and Nicki Minaj tracks.
“Pretend like you’re taking a big poo,” the doctor said.
“Ok. I can do that,” I replied.
I started pushing.
So for the next three hours I was pushing away – 3 pushes during each contraction. Afterward, we’d wait for the next one to come. During that time, we were just chilling and listening to the music.
I was making the big mistake of drinking water. A friend of mine told me that I should stay hydrated so I kept downing water. Well, it’s not a great thing to do when you’ve got to bear down and push. The water kept wanting to come back up. Finally, I just had to puke. Out came the bags and I vomited like out of a scene from Poltergeist. I’m pretty sure I vomited on my husband…and some got into my hair. It was pretty gross but I felt so much better afterward. No more water.
The crew that was working on me was hoping I’d deliver within the hour which was when their shift would be ending. They wanted to see the baby after everything and with that goal in mind, I started pushing harder. I’m competitive and now with a goal in mind, I wanted this baby out.
They were amazed with my pushing which I’d like to dedicate to all the workouts I did during my pregnancy. Thank you coach and gym mates.
The doctor asked if I wanted to see the baby come out.
“Uhhh…no,” I said.
“Really?” she asked.
“No. Really,” I replied.
Either she didn’t hear me or she didn’t give two F*s because she brought the mirror out so I could see the baby crowning.
They lowered the bed so that gravity could help with the last few pushes. I could feel the baby hanging and with a couple more pushes, he was out. My OBGYN doctor was actually able to come right at that time.
It was a whirlwind of activity and I was so out of it. I didn’t even know when my placenta was delivered. But, I just saw four people down one end stitching me up. I ended up with two tears down there.
They placed my baby onto me for some skin-to-skin contact and the tears of joy were unleashed.
So, we ended up staying at the hospital for longer than anticipated especially when we found out that the baby had jaundice.