Got to the hopsital around 8:30, got settled in and she checked me at 9pm. I had progressed to a good 3-4cm! She said I would be staying and called my doctor. He wasn't on call but he likes to deliver his own patients and it wasn't late so he decided to come in. Around 10 he comes in and checks me saying that if I had progressed from earlier he would just break my water. So he checked me, said "Yup, you're a good 5-6cm" and broke my water. *insert panic attack here* This is when I realized this was really going to happen, and soon!
I had asked for an epidural before he broke my water but he put me off saying that he wanted to see if I progressed on my own first. After the water was broken the contractions immediately got worse. I again asked for an epidural and he said that he thought I'd deliver before they could get the anesthesiologist in there. I said call them anyway. Instead he gave me a shot of Fentanyl. It took the edges off of the contractions but it only lasts for 20 minutes.
I had them keep checking my progress because all I wanted to do was push. Not that I needed to push but it was the only thing I thought would help the pain. With Elli and Caelan pushing was natural and made the pain go away. With this one I had to push through the pain and then I had some relief. They kept telling me to slow down, fat chance! My body would not let me NOT push. So he came flying out.
Because of the Fentanyl they gave me he was basically in a coma after he came out. They had to use the little bag respirator to make him breathe, within in a few minutes he started breathing on his own and turned all pink. He never really started screaming or anything. Once he woke all the way up he started rooting like crazy. He latched on to a few things, his hands, the nurses' hands, the blanket. Finally they brought him to me and he nursed like a champ. We're having some latching problems now (my nipples are too big for his mouth so it's painful for me).
Anyway, because they spent so much time trying to get him to breathe I was sitting there with the placenta still in me. I noticed that the afterbirth pains were getting worse and worse and they weren't really stopping in between! I mentioned it to the nurse but no one said anything. Finally I made them listen to me. Apparently the placenta had seperated from me enough to begin clotting behind it, but then the clot would let go and another one would start to form. My uterus was filling up with blood clots! It was the most painful experience of my life. I'd say ten times worse than labor itself. They ended up pushing so hard on my uterus from the outside so that the doctor could get his hands inside so he could literally scoop the clots out! I ended up shedding about a pound and a half of clots. They finally got them all out and put me on a pitocin drip.
Elli has no clue where I've been or that her life is about to be severely changed. Caelan is ecstatic that he has a new baby brother. He wants me to bring PJ into school to show to his class. He was excited to have Wednesday off of school. It was early release and we had all been up late the night before (for the birth) so he stayed home with Grammie for the day.
Brian is an ol' pro with PJ. Unlike he was with Elli, and because of how he was with Elli, he's doing wonderfully. He doesn't have the breast to soothe him with but he's wonderful at trying to find a way to comfort him.