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Alexa Is Here!!!!!
Yes, I know that this is two weeks late, but I've been a little busy...you know, having a baby. In the past two weeks we have discovered that Alexa is a bit of a drama queen (who would have thought that my child would be dramatic?! hehehe). So of course she had to make a dramatic entrance into the world. Enter disclaimer: Obviously, I'm about to talk about the birth of my child. If you don't want to hear about where babies come from, I suggest you stop reading. And without further ado, I present Alexa's dramatic birth:
Nick and I had a plan (I love a good plan) two weeks ago about how we were going to get ready for the baby. We were going to be prepared and have everything cleaned and set up just right. All those fun nesting things which was planned to start on Thursday, September 30th. So Thursday morning (OK, afternoon) I woke up and when I got out of bed a little pee came out. Let's get real for everyone who just made a face. We are talking about a nine month pregnant lady... a little bit of pee coming out every now and then when you change positions is just part of reality. Back to my story. So I started moving quickly toward the bathroom and instead of stopping, more pee came out. Gross! Also I noticed that I was having some Braxton Hick's contractions (so I thought). I figured it was no big deal so I went and layed out in the back yard (all part of the plan, people, all part of the plan). I was outside for an hour and when I came back in I was still having my little pee squirting problem and this time when I went to the bathroom my mucous plug came out. Well that was kind of exciting (and it made me a little nervous) but that thing can come out weeks before the baby comes so I didn't think much of it. The thing that I didn't like was that those Braxton Hick's contractions were pretty close together. They would come every few minutes for a couple in a row and then stop for 20 or 30 minutes. Anyway, around 3:00 I called Nick and we ended up calling my mom (and Merna, her office buddy) to see what we should do. I finally made the decision to just go to the hospital so that they could check me and figure out what this whole contraction thing was all about. OK, fast forward three hours of driving to TMH and sitting in the waiting room. By the way, contractions are now consistently every three minutes but really not that painful at all. We finally got into triage and they hooked me up to the monitors, made me pee in a cup, took my vitals (BP was 160/100) made me drink some juice and water, all that stuff. Around 7:30 someone finally decided to check and see if I was dilated at all. I got all excited and then the nurse said that I was about 1 cm and despite the Q3 minute contractions I was not in labor (well, crap). Did I mention that the Nettinas and the Weavers were in the car driving from Ft. Lauderdale at this point? They stopped in Ft. Pierce to eat dinner and said that they'd call to check on us when they were done. After the nurse had made some comments that I really did not appreciate regarding all the reasons why I was not in labor, she said that I should go home. I asked about the contractions, she said don't worry about it, they aren't real. Apparently I wouldn't be smiling through real contractions. Oh yeah, at this point Nick is repeatedly telling everyone about my unusually high tolerance for pain. Just wanted to throw that in there. So nurse #1 leaves, enter nurse #2 who says that the doctor is now ordering blood work because of my high blood pressure. Fine. An hour and a half later, Dr. Pierce (?) comes in and explains that she is admitting me overnight for a 24 hour urine collection to check for protein. Even though there was no protein in my dip stick urine she was concerned that my BP was so high, she said that my pee squirting thing was weird and, oh by the way, my white count in my CBC was 19.7. I told her that I was glad to be admitted because this contraction thing is really freaking me out. They were still every three minutes and getting stronger. Apparently, still not real because I was able to smile (get the sarcasm? Just making sure). She assured me that I was not in labor and I would be able to go home on Saturday morning. She did, however, order some prn pain meds just in case and said that if I did go into labor, they wouldn't do anything to stop it since I was at 38 weeks. OK, so at this point we spoke to the grandparent car and made a group decision that they should just turn around and go back. Apparently they were having a wonderful time and did not mind the fact that they just drove an hour and a half for nothing.
They admitted me to labor and delivery because the antipartum unit was understaffed for the night (thank God). I got hooked up to the monitors and started my 24 hour urine collection which was annoying because every time I got up to pee the monitor things came off. Finally the nurse said that since I wasn't in labor (are you starting to see a trend here?) she only needed a half hour strip to show that everything was ok. Around midnight my friend Nakima came to visit for awhile and then after she left Nick fell asleep. These "non-labor" contractions have been slowly getting worse but everyone kept on insisting that they weren't real because I was able to talk, laugh, smile, etc. Finally, at 2:00 I called the nurse to get something for pain. That got Nick up real fast...I don't like to take anything for pain in general, even Tylenol, so he knew something was wrong. I got a percocet at 2:30. By 3:00 the contractions were getting much worse and I asked for the Stadol. That is some horrible stuff. Not only did it do absolutely nothing for the pain, it made me crazy. I mean super crazy. I just remember saying over and over how this hurts too bad to be false labor. And instead of questioning the falseness of my labor, I was thinking 'Oh my God, this is really going to suck when I really am in labor!' Anyway, when she put in the IV and gave me the Stadol at 3:30ish, she put the monitors back on which showed that (suprise, suprise) I was still having contractions and they were closer together now. I was getting upset because I was feeling crazy, I was in all this pain that these pain meds did nothing for and now there was pee coming out with every contraction. Have I mentioned how wonderful Nick was through all this? Amazing. So finally the nurse said that she could swab to see if the pee was really amniotic fluid. WHAT?!?! I have been leaking pee for the past 12 hours and no one mentioned that they could just swab it to see if my water had broken?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! Now I could feel my craziness slipping away and I was getting mad. She swabbed it and guess what? My water had broken. Who would have guessed? At that point (at about 4:45 in the morning) she thought it might be a good idea to check to see if I was dilated more than the 1cm that I was 8 hours before. She checked me (I tried not to punch her) and said 'I feel her head, let me get my charge nurse to double check this.' WHAT?!?! You feel her head?!?! Damn right you're going to get your charge nurse to double check this!!! So charge nurse chick comes in, checks me and says 'you're 10cm and +1 station, there's no time for an epidural.' At this point, I don't remember specifics of what happened but I do know that a small break down took place which I'm sure looked something like mad Kristin (few people have seen her) having an adult temper tantrum mixed with a little bit of that Stadol craziness still on board. It was not attractive, I'm sure. Nick called the grandparents and Katie who were in the car and on the road by 5:00. I started pushing sometime after that and Alexa was born at 6:41am.
Apparently I am a good pusher, I have a lot of control over my body. I don't know if it's an awareness I have from dancing or if Dr. Pierce was just being nice to the crazy girl by complimenting pushing techniques. Probably the latter. Many people have asked me if I were to do it again, would I have the epidural. Yes. Are you insane? Of course I would have the epidural. But I suppose I'm not entirely upset that it happened the way it did. I was up and walking to the bathroom 1/2 hour after she was born and it's kind of cool knowing that I was strong enough to do it without drugs (or at least, without drugs that work). I think I'm most disappointed that my mom wasn't there. And Katie (she decided as she was frantically driving that she wanted to be in the room). But again, we will eventually have another baby and they can be in the room that time. Plus, it was kind of nice that it was just Nick and I.
Nick and I had a plan (I love a good plan) two weeks ago about how we were going to get ready for the baby. We were going to be prepared and have everything cleaned and set up just right. All those fun nesting things which was planned to start on Thursday, September 30th. So Thursday morning (OK, afternoon) I woke up and when I got out of bed a little pee came out. Let's get real for everyone who just made a face. We are talking about a nine month pregnant lady... a little bit of pee coming out every now and then when you change positions is just part of reality. Back to my story. So I started moving quickly toward the bathroom and instead of stopping, more pee came out. Gross! Also I noticed that I was having some Braxton Hick's contractions (so I thought). I figured it was no big deal so I went and layed out in the back yard (all part of the plan, people, all part of the plan). I was outside for an hour and when I came back in I was still having my little pee squirting problem and this time when I went to the bathroom my mucous plug came out. Well that was kind of exciting (and it made me a little nervous) but that thing can come out weeks before the baby comes so I didn't think much of it. The thing that I didn't like was that those Braxton Hick's contractions were pretty close together. They would come every few minutes for a couple in a row and then stop for 20 or 30 minutes. Anyway, around 3:00 I called Nick and we ended up calling my mom (and Merna, her office buddy) to see what we should do. I finally made the decision to just go to the hospital so that they could check me and figure out what this whole contraction thing was all about. OK, fast forward three hours of driving to TMH and sitting in the waiting room. By the way, contractions are now consistently every three minutes but really not that painful at all. We finally got into triage and they hooked me up to the monitors, made me pee in a cup, took my vitals (BP was 160/100) made me drink some juice and water, all that stuff. Around 7:30 someone finally decided to check and see if I was dilated at all. I got all excited and then the nurse said that I was about 1 cm and despite the Q3 minute contractions I was not in labor (well, crap). Did I mention that the Nettinas and the Weavers were in the car driving from Ft. Lauderdale at this point? They stopped in Ft. Pierce to eat dinner and said that they'd call to check on us when they were done. After the nurse had made some comments that I really did not appreciate regarding all the reasons why I was not in labor, she said that I should go home. I asked about the contractions, she said don't worry about it, they aren't real. Apparently I wouldn't be smiling through real contractions. Oh yeah, at this point Nick is repeatedly telling everyone about my unusually high tolerance for pain. Just wanted to throw that in there. So nurse #1 leaves, enter nurse #2 who says that the doctor is now ordering blood work because of my high blood pressure. Fine. An hour and a half later, Dr. Pierce (?) comes in and explains that she is admitting me overnight for a 24 hour urine collection to check for protein. Even though there was no protein in my dip stick urine she was concerned that my BP was so high, she said that my pee squirting thing was weird and, oh by the way, my white count in my CBC was 19.7. I told her that I was glad to be admitted because this contraction thing is really freaking me out. They were still every three minutes and getting stronger. Apparently, still not real because I was able to smile (get the sarcasm? Just making sure). She assured me that I was not in labor and I would be able to go home on Saturday morning. She did, however, order some prn pain meds just in case and said that if I did go into labor, they wouldn't do anything to stop it since I was at 38 weeks. OK, so at this point we spoke to the grandparent car and made a group decision that they should just turn around and go back. Apparently they were having a wonderful time and did not mind the fact that they just drove an hour and a half for nothing.
They admitted me to labor and delivery because the antipartum unit was understaffed for the night (thank God). I got hooked up to the monitors and started my 24 hour urine collection which was annoying because every time I got up to pee the monitor things came off. Finally the nurse said that since I wasn't in labor (are you starting to see a trend here?) she only needed a half hour strip to show that everything was ok. Around midnight my friend Nakima came to visit for awhile and then after she left Nick fell asleep. These "non-labor" contractions have been slowly getting worse but everyone kept on insisting that they weren't real because I was able to talk, laugh, smile, etc. Finally, at 2:00 I called the nurse to get something for pain. That got Nick up real fast...I don't like to take anything for pain in general, even Tylenol, so he knew something was wrong. I got a percocet at 2:30. By 3:00 the contractions were getting much worse and I asked for the Stadol. That is some horrible stuff. Not only did it do absolutely nothing for the pain, it made me crazy. I mean super crazy. I just remember saying over and over how this hurts too bad to be false labor. And instead of questioning the falseness of my labor, I was thinking 'Oh my God, this is really going to suck when I really am in labor!' Anyway, when she put in the IV and gave me the Stadol at 3:30ish, she put the monitors back on which showed that (suprise, suprise) I was still having contractions and they were closer together now. I was getting upset because I was feeling crazy, I was in all this pain that these pain meds did nothing for and now there was pee coming out with every contraction. Have I mentioned how wonderful Nick was through all this? Amazing. So finally the nurse said that she could swab to see if the pee was really amniotic fluid. WHAT?!?! I have been leaking pee for the past 12 hours and no one mentioned that they could just swab it to see if my water had broken?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! Now I could feel my craziness slipping away and I was getting mad. She swabbed it and guess what? My water had broken. Who would have guessed? At that point (at about 4:45 in the morning) she thought it might be a good idea to check to see if I was dilated more than the 1cm that I was 8 hours before. She checked me (I tried not to punch her) and said 'I feel her head, let me get my charge nurse to double check this.' WHAT?!?! You feel her head?!?! Damn right you're going to get your charge nurse to double check this!!! So charge nurse chick comes in, checks me and says 'you're 10cm and +1 station, there's no time for an epidural.' At this point, I don't remember specifics of what happened but I do know that a small break down took place which I'm sure looked something like mad Kristin (few people have seen her) having an adult temper tantrum mixed with a little bit of that Stadol craziness still on board. It was not attractive, I'm sure. Nick called the grandparents and Katie who were in the car and on the road by 5:00. I started pushing sometime after that and Alexa was born at 6:41am.
Apparently I am a good pusher, I have a lot of control over my body. I don't know if it's an awareness I have from dancing or if Dr. Pierce was just being nice to the crazy girl by complimenting pushing techniques. Probably the latter. Many people have asked me if I were to do it again, would I have the epidural. Yes. Are you insane? Of course I would have the epidural. But I suppose I'm not entirely upset that it happened the way it did. I was up and walking to the bathroom 1/2 hour after she was born and it's kind of cool knowing that I was strong enough to do it without drugs (or at least, without drugs that work). I think I'm most disappointed that my mom wasn't there. And Katie (she decided as she was frantically driving that she wanted to be in the room). But again, we will eventually have another baby and they can be in the room that time. Plus, it was kind of nice that it was just Nick and I.
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