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Parker Evan Tagumpay Viola was born via emergency C-Section at 6:03 May 21st. He weight 7.2 lbs and was 19.5" long.
I went into the hospital at 5AM to begin the induction process. A lot of it was paperwork, and then came the IV, and then came the Cervix softener. I didn't start the Pitocin drip until 10 AM. My contractions started being pretty noticeable, but I was talking laughing and joking the whole time. I gave them a 4-5 on the pain scale. I thought "Hell, this is a breeze!"
Around noon, my Dr came in and broke my water. All I can say is...EW. Just ew ew ew ew. I knew it felt like I had wet myself, but no one mentioned that it lasted for like over an hour. Almost immediately after my water broke, my contractions intensified like crazy. They spiked to a 7-8 1/2 on the pain scale, and started coming very quickly. I cannot explain how difficult it was to handle those contractions gracefully. I'm pretty sure I would have died had it not been for Chris, and all of our preparations. I lasted for about 2 hours before I needed an Epidural. That was also a painful process. They make you sit on the edge of the bed and hunch over, which, for a pregnant woman, is NOT easy. To boot, the woman who administered the Epidural was an intern, and used me as a practice dummy. However, she was very nice, and while she wasn't the fastest at it, she did a good job. All I know is that after she was done, I was in no pain what so ever, and therefore she became my bestest best friend. So I had my epidural around 2ish (where I was only 4 centimeters), and by 5 I was 9 1/2 centimeters and ready to push. And push I did. I pushed for about 30 minutes. However, after every push, Parker's heart rate dropped significantly. Finally, we all decided not to risk it, and to go ahead with a C-Section. Not what I had wanted, but it's what I felt at the time would be best for Parker. I was terrified, listening to his heart rate drop off like that. So all of a sudden, my room was swamped with strangers, and people were moving around so fast, doing different things with this underlying sense of urgency, that I got even more scared. And then my other best friend, the anesthesiologist, showed up. Whatever he put into my IV made me extremely groggy. However, whether it was from pure adrenaline, or a reaction to the drugs, or a combo, I began shaking violently and uncontrolably. I couldn't stop, and I was so scared. I was wheeled to the oR, breezed quickly past my family, and within about 15-20 minutes, I saw them hold my son over the sheet. After they cleaned uim up, they gave him to Chris who brought him over to me, but I couldn't see him because of the way he was wrapped up and the angle I was in. I'm almost glad they didn't let me hold him, because I was shaking so violently, I'm sure I would have dropped him. They took him to the nursery to put him under the heating lights, and Chris went with him while I got stitched up. I was in such a fog, listening to the Dr's conversations, and I felt so alone because no one talked to me the whole time. I was taken back to the LDR. I remember Rose being there, trying to keep me calm while I waited for my baby. And then *finally*, Chris brought Parker to me. I remember having him set in my arms, and looking at the most beautiful face I had ever seen on the planet. That was *my* son, and he was so much more perfect than I ever expected him to be. And I was overwhelmed with love for him. I don't remember anything much after that.
That was a month and a half ago. Life has been quite wonderful and exhausting and hectic since then. I feel like I've just recently adjusted to being a mom. Getting a pseudo-schedule down has been very difficult, but I think we're there. We are having so much fun with him. He's such a funny baby. He has his challenging moments, but he's worth every sleepless night and every Colicky hour. Love love love my family :)
I went into the hospital at 5AM to begin the induction process. A lot of it was paperwork, and then came the IV, and then came the Cervix softener. I didn't start the Pitocin drip until 10 AM. My contractions started being pretty noticeable, but I was talking laughing and joking the whole time. I gave them a 4-5 on the pain scale. I thought "Hell, this is a breeze!"
Around noon, my Dr came in and broke my water. All I can say is...EW. Just ew ew ew ew. I knew it felt like I had wet myself, but no one mentioned that it lasted for like over an hour. Almost immediately after my water broke, my contractions intensified like crazy. They spiked to a 7-8 1/2 on the pain scale, and started coming very quickly. I cannot explain how difficult it was to handle those contractions gracefully. I'm pretty sure I would have died had it not been for Chris, and all of our preparations. I lasted for about 2 hours before I needed an Epidural. That was also a painful process. They make you sit on the edge of the bed and hunch over, which, for a pregnant woman, is NOT easy. To boot, the woman who administered the Epidural was an intern, and used me as a practice dummy. However, she was very nice, and while she wasn't the fastest at it, she did a good job. All I know is that after she was done, I was in no pain what so ever, and therefore she became my bestest best friend. So I had my epidural around 2ish (where I was only 4 centimeters), and by 5 I was 9 1/2 centimeters and ready to push. And push I did. I pushed for about 30 minutes. However, after every push, Parker's heart rate dropped significantly. Finally, we all decided not to risk it, and to go ahead with a C-Section. Not what I had wanted, but it's what I felt at the time would be best for Parker. I was terrified, listening to his heart rate drop off like that. So all of a sudden, my room was swamped with strangers, and people were moving around so fast, doing different things with this underlying sense of urgency, that I got even more scared. And then my other best friend, the anesthesiologist, showed up. Whatever he put into my IV made me extremely groggy. However, whether it was from pure adrenaline, or a reaction to the drugs, or a combo, I began shaking violently and uncontrolably. I couldn't stop, and I was so scared. I was wheeled to the oR, breezed quickly past my family, and within about 15-20 minutes, I saw them hold my son over the sheet. After they cleaned uim up, they gave him to Chris who brought him over to me, but I couldn't see him because of the way he was wrapped up and the angle I was in. I'm almost glad they didn't let me hold him, because I was shaking so violently, I'm sure I would have dropped him. They took him to the nursery to put him under the heating lights, and Chris went with him while I got stitched up. I was in such a fog, listening to the Dr's conversations, and I felt so alone because no one talked to me the whole time. I was taken back to the LDR. I remember Rose being there, trying to keep me calm while I waited for my baby. And then *finally*, Chris brought Parker to me. I remember having him set in my arms, and looking at the most beautiful face I had ever seen on the planet. That was *my* son, and he was so much more perfect than I ever expected him to be. And I was overwhelmed with love for him. I don't remember anything much after that.
That was a month and a half ago. Life has been quite wonderful and exhausting and hectic since then. I feel like I've just recently adjusted to being a mom. Getting a pseudo-schedule down has been very difficult, but I think we're there. We are having so much fun with him. He's such a funny baby. He has his challenging moments, but he's worth every sleepless night and every Colicky hour. Love love love my family :)