My second birth story is about Patrick, my middle child, and he simply did not want to make his presence into this world. During my last few doctor appointments, everything was progressing normally and there was nothing of excitement to report. At my last doctor's appointment, my OBGYN stated I was 90% effaced and 3 centimeters dilated. Already this was further along than I was when I went to the hospital with Jack. I walked, ate spicy food and did all of those other things that "they" say to induce labor; but NOPE, Patrick was content staying in the womb despite being in position for birth which was not comfortable at all!
When my doctor mentioned inducement, I said "yes! where and when?" We picked a date, October 9, just a day after my due date. I was scheduled to start the whole process at night so that my doctor could then deliver the baby before he even had to be in the office for the workday.
That night I went up to labor and delivery and they started pitocin at 12:00 AM. Not too much happened. The hubby and I watched TV (hubby tried to nap at one point). Then, at 4:30 AM, they decided to give me my epidural, break my water, and see what happened. They did all of this and by 4:50 AM I was beginning to feel like labor had actually started. However, this time my epidural was not so strong that I had no feeling. In fact, it was perfect. I had no pain but I could tell when I was having a contraction and that they were very close together. Next thing I know it’s 6:15 AM, and they were getting my room ready for delivery. My OBGYN was on his way to the hospital but hadn’t arrived yet. They kept telling me not to push (which was easier said than done). I kept asking where my doctor was and they (the nurses) just keep telling me that he is on his way. I looked at this very young resident who was getting prepared for delivery, and I was like "this kid is going to be delivering my baby, isn't he?" He did not look like he had done this before and seemed very scared.
Finally, they got me all ready for delivery, and I was definitely ready to push. I was starting to tell myself that the resident will do a good job if he is the one who has to do it. But then, my doctor walked right when as I was beginning to push; oh, thank the Lord! (And I know that the resident was thinking the exact same thing!)
At 6:43 AM, my second son, Patrick, arrived into the world. He was perfect and hungry. The moment they put him in my arms, he began to root. He had a huge appetite from the beginning and, 2.5 years later, he still does!
About the Author: Katie is a working mom of 3 little darlings. She is also a wifey to a man named Kevin. When Katie is not partaking in the joys of motherhood, she is working at an elementary school where she is a guidance counselor.