Number 2 is here

I turned off anonymous comments because of all the spam, sorry!  You can always just email me if you have a comment and don't have an account.  Also, I didn't reread this so sorry about typos, I'll fix it later.

I am going off of about 9 hours of sleep since friday so hopefully I will at least be writing in complete sentences.  But I figured I should share the happy news since I was just called out on facebook (or it was for someone else and I am just that self centered).

On Friday morning I had my 39 weeks appointment, my doctor and I were talking about an induction which was never part of my birth plan but we were afraid that the pregnancy was causing damage to my back.  Doc was on board because he had seen how hard it was getting for me to get around and he was beyond discouraged that the extreme contractions I had been having weren't doing anything.  Because of the holidays there were a lot of inductions on the schedule so we decided that I would just go to labor and delivery while he was on call, that would be the next day.

Doc immediately entered shock mode.  We finished up our shopping and went home.  The rest of the day was kind of a blur - I was doing my best not to spill the beans to my family or most of my friends, we decided a long time ago to wait until after the baby arrived to tell anyone we were even at the hospital.  I am so glad we did, I didn't have to worry about keeping everyone updated and I didn't have the stress of being sure I called the right people first.  We didn't get much sleep that night, we were excited/worried/antsy for Saturday to get there.

We woke up, ate breakfast and made sure TC was all set with Doc's father (I may or may not have cried while putting together her sippy cup).  We got to the hospital around 10AM and followed my doctor's orders, say I thought I was in labor.  The triage nurse hooks me up and there we sat and waited...nothing.  The one day I needed to have contractions I had zero!  She called my doctor and he told her to admit me and he would induce based on my medical history and that I was complaining of back labor.  For the next 3ish hours he fought with the nursing staff and finally got me in.  Doc was beyond frustrated because those 3 hours could have been spent giving me the antibiotic I needed before delivery.  We finally got to the delivery room and then I started having contractions and even dilated a centimeter before they started the Pitocin.  The nurses said they were going to make me wait four hours before even starting the pit so the antibiotic could be in my system.  After 2 hours my doctor poked his head in and Doc filled him in, within a few minutes the pit was started.  There seemed to be quite a power struggle between my doctor and the charge nurse all day...

Things were picking up, I was having contractions but nothing unbearable, I waited until 5 to ask for my epidural.  At that point the pain wasn't the worst thing in the world but I didn't think I wanted it to be much worse while I had to sit still for the epi.  The anesthesiologist tried to kick Doc out of the room but I begged him to let him stay, he said that it was because some dads think they can handle it but freak when the see the needles and pass out...we chuckled and I told him that Doc was a medic and has seen far worse.  They chatted for a bit and Doc told him that he worked for Special Ops and the guy knew he was fine, they were talking about chest tubes and other gross stuff that Doc does.

This epi was different that what I had with TC, they don't give as strong of a dose as I got with TC which made me nervous but what can you do?  I couldn't really feel any contractions and I was nervous that they were stalling out but they assured me I was still going.  I pushed my epi button about an hour after I got it and suddenly felt really tired - like I thought I was going to pass out and have no way to pushk this kid out, I looked over at my BP and it was like 80/50 or something like that, the nurses shot something in my IV and I was back.  Around then they checked me and I was moving right along.  The nurse told me to call her when I felt pressure in my bottom, I told her there was pressure but not quite in my bottom more towards the front of that area.  She said it was fine and off she went.

Doc was playing on his computer and I was playing on my phone when the pressure (still not on my bottom) got really bad and I stated to freak out.  I didn't feel that with TC and with this came more water (which I thought was all out since they broke it) in my head I was losing blood.  Doc freaked out because he couldn't do anything to help me.  The nurse checked me and assured me that everything was fine and I was ready to go.  I begged for my doctor to hurry up and I prepared Doc that he might see something he doesn't want to see...

This is my second child, you would think I would remember all of this but the truth is that I hardly remember any details about TC birth.  As soon as we walked in the hospital that morning I kind of detached myself from it all and I felt like I was watching someone else go through it.  That and I was 10cm for a long time before TC was ready and I had to push her down for over a hour before she was in position.  That and the totally numb epi it was different.  I am not saying that one birth experience was better than the other I'm just glad I got to have both. 

(This is the graphic part - it's not too bad) The doctor rushed in and I tried a push with the nurse while everyone was getting ready, one big push (three breaths through one contraction) the head was half way out.  Another dark haired little girl!  Then my doctor came over and 2 contractions later she was on my chest. 

I was in love, right away - just smitten.  Doc too, his face was amazed.  (He admitted that he has almost no memory of TC's birth because it was 3 weeks after his TBI.)  I wished TC could have been there right away but was grateful for time alone with Adair. 

We are home now, I will post about my hospital stay and TC's reaction soon but until there here is our little lady.