Cole's Story
It is hard to for me to believe that a week ago was the day (or night rather - 10:21pm to be exact) when I became a mother of two. To me the memory is so fresh that the event could have taken place an hour ago. I know that I hoped and prayed for a smooth labor and delivery and except for a faulty epidural, I received just that. I did end up getting induced last Thursday evening at The Toledo Hospital. The days leading up to that induction I tried all that I could to bring on the labor myself as a means of avoiding a messy birth and delivery again like I had with Audrey’s induction. My sister Jeannette and I went walking at the mall everyday and although this did bring on painful contractions, sadly I went to the hospital still only 2-3 centimeters dilated. The same amount I was when I had agreed to the induction.
Therefore, Wednesday at 5pm Sam, Jeannette and I dropped Audrey off at my in laws and drove down to the hospital. Once I was situated in my delivery room and hooked up to all the gadgets a woman having a baby needs to be it did not take long for all the drama to go down. The pitocin was introduced intravenously into my system and my water was (painfully) broken. I swear there is nothing weirder than having this done. For the next couple of hours I felt that I was constantly peeing on myself. Around 8:30 pm I received my epidural from Dr. Satan. I call him this name, because the cocky jerk refused to come back to my aid after I complained that the contraction pains had lessened, but not ceased. In fact, I had a horrible pain move down my left leg every time there was a contraction. Still the doctor told my nurse that he wanted to wait out my misery and see if the epidural eventually began to take full effect. I can tell you this right now that searing leg pain only went away once my son was halfway out of me.
As things were, Dr. Satan would not have had enough time to fix my epidural problem even if he had decided that perhaps, just maybe, he was capable of making a mistake. Around 9:30pm I was checked for dilation and my nurse seemed shocked to learn I had gone from 6 centimeters to 10 in all of 15 minutes. I started complaining that I really had to poop, knowing that this was the sensation experienced by other pregnant women when their time to push had come. With my last pregnancy the epidural given had been completely effective and I had not had this urge. My nurse told me to hold back on my pushing sensation until the OB doctor arrived. Thankfully she made the trip to the hospital in record time and by 10 pm I was advised to hold back no longer. For 21 minutes I pushed with all my might and there at the end of all my labors was my son, crying his head off. I have never heard a more beautiful sound. With my daughter the labor had ruptured her lung air sacks and so, she was unable to cry and could only make wheezy sounds. I was so happy Cole did not have this problem. In fact, I would learn during my hospital stay that most every nurse who saw him commented on how healthy he looked.
He has been such an easy baby too. Where Audrey had been colicky at times, Cole is content and only really cries when hungry. I am hopeful that he will stay this way as he ages (crosses fingers).
I know that when I originally found out about my pregnancy 9 months ago, I had my reservations about having a second child. I know that I had wanted to focus on schooling and saw another child as getting in the way of my aspirations. I now look at Cole and I have fallen completely in love. Although, I do know that I absolutely do not want any more children, I am so glad I now have this little boy added to my family.
Therefore, Wednesday at 5pm Sam, Jeannette and I dropped Audrey off at my in laws and drove down to the hospital. Once I was situated in my delivery room and hooked up to all the gadgets a woman having a baby needs to be it did not take long for all the drama to go down. The pitocin was introduced intravenously into my system and my water was (painfully) broken. I swear there is nothing weirder than having this done. For the next couple of hours I felt that I was constantly peeing on myself. Around 8:30 pm I received my epidural from Dr. Satan. I call him this name, because the cocky jerk refused to come back to my aid after I complained that the contraction pains had lessened, but not ceased. In fact, I had a horrible pain move down my left leg every time there was a contraction. Still the doctor told my nurse that he wanted to wait out my misery and see if the epidural eventually began to take full effect. I can tell you this right now that searing leg pain only went away once my son was halfway out of me.
As things were, Dr. Satan would not have had enough time to fix my epidural problem even if he had decided that perhaps, just maybe, he was capable of making a mistake. Around 9:30pm I was checked for dilation and my nurse seemed shocked to learn I had gone from 6 centimeters to 10 in all of 15 minutes. I started complaining that I really had to poop, knowing that this was the sensation experienced by other pregnant women when their time to push had come. With my last pregnancy the epidural given had been completely effective and I had not had this urge. My nurse told me to hold back on my pushing sensation until the OB doctor arrived. Thankfully she made the trip to the hospital in record time and by 10 pm I was advised to hold back no longer. For 21 minutes I pushed with all my might and there at the end of all my labors was my son, crying his head off. I have never heard a more beautiful sound. With my daughter the labor had ruptured her lung air sacks and so, she was unable to cry and could only make wheezy sounds. I was so happy Cole did not have this problem. In fact, I would learn during my hospital stay that most every nurse who saw him commented on how healthy he looked.
He has been such an easy baby too. Where Audrey had been colicky at times, Cole is content and only really cries when hungry. I am hopeful that he will stay this way as he ages (crosses fingers).
I know that when I originally found out about my pregnancy 9 months ago, I had my reservations about having a second child. I know that I had wanted to focus on schooling and saw another child as getting in the way of my aspirations. I now look at Cole and I have fallen completely in love. Although, I do know that I absolutely do not want any more children, I am so glad I now have this little boy added to my family.