Jaxon was late. By a day. I was due August 22nd. But in reality, I decided that I was actually about a week late. After my experience with Jaxon I realized my "due date calculations" are actually a little off compared to what the Dr. gives out because of irregularities in my cycle. Namely, I ovulate on day 10. vs. day 14 (or whatever the book says). Okay, so he was 5 days "late".
I did do a little "false labor" with Jaxon, Wade, and Kaylie too. There is nothing worse than the "walk of shame" when you walk out of Labor and Delivery still pregnant. NOT GOOD. I had thought I was in labor with contractions about 10 minutes apart, for about 6 hours. From about 6 p.m. until about 10:00 p.m. We decided to go to the hospital, I hopped in the tub, at the hospital and BAM. Contractions stopped. NOTE TO ALL PREGNANT LADIES: If you want to be sure it isn't false labor, jump in a nice warm tub (unless your water has broken) and if they quit, don't worry about headin' in to the hospital. Or you too will experience the walk of shame.
A few more days went by, and I decided to "self induce" because as a VBAC patient, they refuse to give you pitocin for fear of the scar on your uterus splitting open due to un-natural strength of contractions with pitocin. It seemed to have worked. I started having nice regular contractions starting at about 9:00 p.m. but this time, I wasn't going to be caught with false labor at the hospital. At 12:00 midnight, Peter decided that he was going to try to get some shut eye, while I was going to make sure those nurses couldn't send me home. I hung around, nested, and jumped in the tub. Still, nice heavy contractions. At about 2:30 a.m. I went in to Peter and told him I just couldn't take the pain anymore. However, I was completely distraught about having to call someone in the middle of the night (in-laws) to come to my house. They had already done it once before. I was scared to death that I was going to have to come home without a baby again. Since I had never been through child birth before, I had no idea if I really was in labor or not, so, I waited until I felt like crying to before we left for the hospital.
By that time, I couldn't wait for them, so, I called the neighbor over for 20 mins so I could leave before my in-laws showed up. They were happy to oblige. We got to the hospital about 3:30 a.m. or so. My Dr. wasn't there, but she was going to be there at 6:00. The nurses checked me and gave me the, "Sorry, hun, but your still at a ONE"! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! A one??? AFTER ALL THAT PAIN?????????? I was livid, and desperate all at the same time, and I begged for an epidural. The Dr. ordered one (because she is a St.--- St. Lori Smetana, I love her more than any Dr. on the planet, and if you have the privilege of delivering a baby with her, bless you) Lori doesn't believe in unnecessary pain if you don't, and when I told her I couldn't handle it, she believed me. By this time, it was closer to 5:00, and she was going to be in in a little while anyway, so, the plan was to have her come in, break my water and get my epidural.
To be honest, I am not sure what time she came in, but I think it was about 6:00 a.m. or so. She broke my water, noted the Meconium in it, and I got my sweet sweet epidural. What they don't tell you about epidurals, is that BEFORE you get one, it hurts like Hades, not the contractions, but the epidural! Well, it did for me anyway. Especially because they had to poke me a few times to get it right. But, I got my sweet sweet epidural and I started to feel a WHOLE LOT BETTER. Actually, about 30 minutes later, I told the nurse that I was feeling a LOT of pressure. Like, A LOT. She giggles. . . hahahahah. "But sweetie, you were just at a 1-2 an hour ago!" I met that statement, with, "BUT I AM REALLY FEELING A LOT OF PRESSURE! I REALLY THINK YOU SHOULD CHECK ME!"
She decided to, and at that point, she called the delivery team in because Jaxon was ready to make his debut. It a few seconds the room was full of WAY TOO MANY PEOPLE because not only did they have the nurses and Dr. in there, but the respiratory team to deal with Jaxon in case the Meconium had gotten into his lungs. Much to my dismay, my epidural had not take full effect yet, and I was NOT HAPPY ABOUT THAT FACT. They had decided to not give me a full dose since I was only at a 1. Thanks, thanks so much.
I seem to remember repeating several times, "I CAN'T DO THIS!" because I really really didn't want to. Not if it was going to feel like that. I finally decided that I could, and did. Actually, I take that back. I don't ever remember feeling like I could. After a little pushing, and some suction, because little Jaxon was having a hard time with his heart rate in there, he arrived. At 7:14 a.m. Luckily, there was no Meconium in his lungs, and the respiratory team was unnecessary. Having your second birth is so much different than your first. It was for me anyway. The difference of method, hospital, dr. and proximity to family. But there as also just a familiarity that comes along with it. Unlike your first birth which is so overwhelming in so many ways.
We were happy to have #2.