I'm not one that likes to leave things in too much suspense, but that's exactly what happened when I left off on my last journal entry . . . so, without further ado, here goes . . .
Both Bill and I woke up early Friday morning, eager for the day to begin -- a day we hoped would end with the long awaited birth of our little boy, Cameron. I wasn't really scared, but more anxious to get the process started. We got to the hospital at 8 am on the dot, and my nurse (who also was named Tara, but spells hers T-E-R-A) gave me instructions to get dressed in a gown and soon hooked me up to an IV and got the pitocin and glucose drips started, as well as some antibiotics, since I tested Group B strep positive. Contractions didn't really begin for some time, but as the hours ticked away, I started feeling them. They weren't too bad in the beginning, and I was able to "pant" them away like I was taught in our childbirth classes. But, the mild discomfort part wasn't meant to last -- that ended shortly after they broke my water around noon.
I began to get stronger contractions -- the ones that were needed to stretch me out in preparation for birth -- and that's when I asked for Stadol; I think I actually begged at that point! It did help to take the edge off the pain. However, once 7, 8, and 9 centimeters hit, the Stadol didn't help very much and I began to wonder if I'd be able to continue! The thing that was killing me was that not only were the contractions SO strong and intense, but Cameron's head was pushing down on me and I wasn't getting much of a break in between contractions to rest and sort of "regroup" and get in my "zone," so to speak. But, I kept going, knowing it was soon going to be time to push -- in fact, I kept BEGGING to push just to work through the pain!
Finally, *finally* -- the blessed number of 10 came -- and I couldn't wait to push the baby out. I have never in my life ever pushed anything out of me with so much force and determination. I got to the point where I didn't care if I tore in twenty different places -- I was *going* to get him out! And at 6:20 PM that night, it was official:
Cameron Mitchell Louis Mead
7 lbs 14 ounces
20 1/2 inches long
November 24, 2006 at 6:20 pm
He had a bit of a low APGAR score when he was first born (5), due to the Stadol I was given -- we were a bit alarmed at first when he looked somewhat blue-colored, but once the nurses began working on him and got the gunk out of his throat and gave him some oxygen, he pinked up in no time and ended with a score of 8.
We're home now (as I write this, he is 5 days old) and he's currently dealing with a bit of jaundice. He's on a special bilirubin blanket to help get rid of it, but otherwise, he's doing great and we couldn't imagine our lives without him!
I also had some other health issues, besides the actual labor itself. While delivering him, not only did I get a tear (a 2 degree tear, from what the doctors told me), but I also aggravated my rectal area and got a nasty thrombosis vein -- ouch doesn't even begin to describe it. One of the surgeons had to come up and excise it and help it go down. So, now I will have to see a specialist, since the surgeon was concerned about some scar tissue there (hemorrhoids have caused me problems since I was a child).
But, I don't want to end things on a painful/negative note. Despite everything -- the pain, the false labor scares, numerous trips to the chiropractor, hormonal/emotional issues, having Cameron was worth all of that and then some. I am really enjoying having him here -- and as crazy as this may sound, I don't really mind those early morning "wake up" calls he gives me. It's a chance for me to further bond with my son, and I know how quickly these little babies grow up so I want to cherish these moments as long as I can.
Thanks for allowing me to write about my pregnancy. It's been an amazing roller coaster ride, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. And for you ladies who are still waiting, the best is yet to come!