Sorry! I literally did not intend to leave you hanging but between poopy diapers, homeschooling, pumping, trying to keep my kitchen clean, showering periodically, making meals, snuggling, etc, apparently big nuggets of time are no longer at my disposal. Today I did, however, stay up after Ryan’s 5:00 a.m. feeding and do Turbo Jam, as well as showered and made breakfast with Emily. Some days I brush my teeth and that’s fabulous. Other days I surprise myself and actually get other things accomplished. My goal each day, however, is to smooch the heck out of my tasty baby boy and stare at my beautiful 8 year old as she learns about God’s beautiful love for her and the world. (And, of course, as you might imagine, I wrote the above paragraph two days ago and haven’t worked out or showered since…)
So, as I said, that is when the whole scene turned emotional. Honestly, I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Everything seemed like deja-vu with Noah’s delivery.
- It was also a Saturday…
- It was a boy, obviously…
- Same hospital…
- None of the doctors from my practice were on call…
- Third party doc on call that I didn’t know from Adam…
- Meconium on the scene…again!
Okay, so she was probably going to send me home…I mean, I was at a “One” for Pete’s sake. And, I learned the inside scoop: nurses and doctors only consider the actual act of PUSHING labor!!!!! I’ll give you labor! $%^&*(
Anyway, where was I? Okay, so, I was at a “One”…we’ve determined that. The problem was the nurse determined this just before shift change so I had to sit and wait for the next nurse to come in and see if anything else had happened. That nurse did come in…and nothing had happened.
So, she sent me on a walk for an hour. I walked the old halls where Emily had been born. They were remodeling areas of the floor, so it was nice and quiet…but it was mauve since that particular wing hadn’t been remodeled yet, and let’s be honest…mauve is gross. So, I headed back to the room to see if there had been any progression.
…I was at a “One” and a “half” ish…
BUT, the nurse wanted to do one more “procedure”.
Did you know that pulling your cervix forward when its facing backwards hurts like a mother #$%^&*(?!?!
Uh, yeah! She was a great nurse and really on top of things (one of my BFF’s is an L and D nurse, so she was checking in every so often and told me my nurse was good…), but all she said was, “This is going to hurt but the rest of the checks won’t hurt as much…”
I literally almost shot up over the top of the bed! I screamed like a baby and when she was done, I literally rolled over onto my side and sobbed to Jason. I told him I wanted my Pooh Bear (yes, I do still sleep with my 38 year old Winnie the Pooh…what’s it to ya?) and that this whole thing sucked and that I didn’t want to do this and that it was just too much for me to handle and what were we thinking. The tears flowed. I felt totally vulnerable. It wasn’t fluffy and warm and fuzzy. It was scary and it all reminded me too much of the last little boy who took me on a roller coaster ride.
The nurse let me calm down and then monitored little Nacho’s heart rate for a bit. She told me she was sorry she had to do that but that she was sure I’d progress from there. She left us to calm down and take short cat naps. Jason babbled something about how we could have slept at home for so many more hours…I ignored him but gave him a good slap upside the head in my mind. Then forgave him quickly…because I’m just that kinda girl.
The nurse came in about half an hour later…
I was at a “Two”.
But there was still talk of sending me home. WHAT THE FREAK?!?!
My contractions had slowed to between 3 and 4 minutes. I wasn’t too excited about the idea that I could possibly still be sent home…and then I had my first visitor.
Dr. V, the third party doc that delivered Noah, walked into the room. She had her scrubs on, but not to see me. She said she had just gotten to the floor and saw my name on the board. She said that there are some names that just stick with you. She didn’t know that Noah had passed away until she came on the floor that day 4 years later…she came in to say hello and to wish me luck. I was blown away. I reminded her of the party we had in the delivery room with all my girlfriends while Noah was born because I couldn’t believe she really remembered me. She assured me she did. Who knew after all these years we’d left an impression?!
Back to the story. My nurse came in and checked me.
I was at a “Three”.
She had been monitoring Nacho’s heart rate and though it was recovering, she still didn’t like that during each contraction his heart rate would dip slightly…so she went to make a call…
…and Mr. Favorite Doctor strolled into the room, all smiles, dressed in his shorts and a Polo on that lovely Saturday morning. He said, “Let’s get this show on the road and have a baby today.”
I choked back the tears that he wanted to help us have a baby on his day off. But, I didn’t send him back home 🙂
He broke my water and ordered Pitocin.
And, like each of my other kids, baby Nacho had stooled in utero so the ICU nurses were alerted that their presence would be necessary at delivery.
Freaking Great! Kid, you’re killing me! The last people I want to see in your delivery room are a bunch of ICU people! Can’t you just pop out and cut me some slack?!
Well, as I said, I was a bit emotional. I informed the nurse I was not planning on feeling any pain during this delivery so to make sure the anesthesiologist knew his services were wanted as soon as possible. I had gone to a 7.5 with Noah before I thought I’d pass out and finally ordered an epidural, but honestly, I just could not do it this time. I was tired before I ever skipped a full night of sleep, not just due to lack of sleep but the emotional roller coaster I had been on.
Anyway, my nurse started the Pitocin and was tracking my contractions alongside a girl’s in another room. Mine weren’t off the charts, but I could feel them and they were spreading out a little more. The doc came in to give me my epidural. I was ready to relax and calm down for a bit.
My little sister, due within a week of me (but also given the same due date on one occasion…) came over and painted my toenails. She went home and said she’d stop by later with the fam.
Jason’s sister stopped by after class around 2:30 or so to say hi. Then Em and Gina came by to hang out for a little while.
Em brought me my Pooh Bear. I hadn’t even asked her to!
I was at a “Four” so Jason informed them that it would be a while…if they had errands to do or anything else, to go ahead and come back later. So they all headed out for a bit.
Mr. Favorite Doctor kept calling the nurse and telling her to up my Pitocin because my contractions weren’t that intense…so she obliged and kept cranking up the numbers. They still weren’t as intense as the girl’s in the other room whose peaks were really big compared to my mild ones…but I was starting to feel them.
In fact, I told the nurse I wanted my money back on the epidural because even though from the waist down I was pretty comfortable, there was this Nalgene bottle sized space in the core of me where I could feel intense pain when contractions came on…and I mean intense!
She called the anesthesiologist and then checked me again.
She said, “Well, that’s because he’s here!”
The drug doc got there just in time to give me a little something to take off the edge.
Mr. Favorite Doctor came running in next, threw on his scrubs, everyone got into position and I pushed. Nothing. I pushed a minute later during the next contraction. Nothing. I pushed a minute later…
Ryan Everett Graves entered the world at 4:41 pm.
I kept asking if he was okay. Mr. Favorite Doctor gave him a good flip-de-do, sucked out his mouth, massaged his belly a second and Ryan started wailing.
Relief all around!
He was pink.
He was crying.
He was moving around like a healthy baby.
He was different than his brother from the very beginning. I needed that.
Mr. Favorite Doctor put him right on my chest and Jason prayed over him.
Em came back shortly after he was born. We had promised her she’d be the first after us to hold her very own baby brother. She loved him right away. I suspect he loved her, too.
So, that’s it. That’s the story. Except apparently there was a twist…
On Monday after Mr. Favorite Doctor did Ryan’s circumcision (which Jason and I both attended) he came to my room to chat and to write up my discharge papers.
He said, “You know, you had natural childbirth after all.”
I said, “No I didn’t. I was on Pitocin and had an epidural. Not really natural but I wasn’t going for that this time.”
He said, “Actually, remember when I kept having the nurse up your Pitocin because your contractions weren’t that strong? Well apparently the Pitocin was dripping on the floor, not dripping into you. So, you had natural contractions…you were in labor on your own.”
And there you have it. What I thought was a small puddle on the floor left by my 15 month old nephew when he had come to visit was really a puddle of Pitocin.
And, one of these days when I have some time, I’ll tell you how we picked his name.
YAY!!! Great story. You rocked it sistah! The was quite a trick… no pitocin actually dripping into your veins while you are under the impression that it is. Sheesh.
How’s that baby boy? Did you get something in the mail from me?
I did get something super duper fun in the mail from you! Before I opened it Jason asked if it was new underwear! Wink wink! Em’s been stamping pictures while wearing Jason’s blood shot eye glasses around the house for two days! And is trying to convince me she’d like to borrow my bracelet and earrings 🙂 And Ry is going to be the most handsome guy in his new sweats! Hope you and Mitch found some clothes for that guy! Thank you so, so, so much! What a fun treat! Shoot me an email with your snailmail address. xoxox
Love this story! Love this story!
Big hugs and kisses to your sweet little guy!
I teared up when you wrote that Mr. Favorite Doctor came in the door. The Lord is good. He knew you needed Pooh, Mr. Favorite Doctor and that epidural at just the right times. So happy for your family!
love the twist! so funny!
i am so glad ryan arrived healthy and safely….and the face of em is just priceless!
i am so happy for you and your family!
and i want you to know that noah is never far from my thoughts and heart…i would never have guess that his life and your blog would prepare my heart for a heartbreak of its own. funny how god works sometimes….
I don’t know how long ago I started following you. I prayed for you throughout your short time with Noah and I at some point stopped following you. I don’t remember when, but today I was flipping through some old bookmarks and found this link and wanted to see how you were. I’m so excited for your new little one and I’m so excited to have connected with you and your story once again. The ironic thing is that I have some friends who lost their little girl, much in the same way as your Noah and they have just found out they are expecting again. I plan to pass this on to them. Thank you for the inspiration you are and thank you for sharing so much of your life, it means a lot. God bless you and your family. Noah is not forgotten.
I’ve been following you (your blog, not actually stalking) for years. And the tears were flowing when I read today. So happy for you, Jason, and Emily. God is so Good.
P.S. Please go easy on our hearts when you do “two Part” stories. Almost gave me a heart attack. 😉 LOL
bless your heart for sharing! where in the world do things like pitocin running on the floor happen? i mean good for you for progressing NATURALLY! :o) don’t know what that’s like myself. but holy geesh, hope you weren’t paying for it!
Love, love, love you Adrienne! So proud of your precious, brave family.
I have followed your blog since Noah was fighting here on Earth. Today’s post brought tears of joy to me…so happy for your family!
Wowza…pretty amazing stuff and a pretty amazing mama! Well done–sending him a hug and squeeze all the way from Africa! 🙂