My mother-in-law arrived on a Thursday here for a visit four years ago today. The very next day I had my last scheduled prenatal appointment. I believe it was a one o’clock appointment. We left Sophia at home with grandma for the appointment, and said we would be back in about an hour.
The doctor asked if I was ready to have my baby already. “Well,” I said, “the timing would be perfect since my mother-in-law got in last night.” My due date was the third of December. He didn’t explain why but he said he wasn’t going to let me go too far past my due date, which was fine with me but I hoped that didn’t mean I c-section might be necessary. Surgery freaks me the hell out. Kurt indicated that he’d rather have it happen now and not in the middle of the night or most of the way through his mom’s visit, so I was induced via separating the membrane from the cervix which was rather painful.
“Have you had lunch?” The doctor asked.
“Um no, not yet.”
“Go have lunch but stay near the hospital.”
Kurt and I just looked at each other. Eh, ok. We went out to a grease bomb burger place called Mikey’s. They have great shakes there so I had one of those. Hey, if this is going to be my last uninterrupted meal for a few months I’m going to make this shit count.
I finished my burger. Kurt and I just sat there for a bit chatting, and then I began to feel contractions. Unlike my first pregnancy I had been having braxton hicks contractions through this one and these started out very much like those. After about ten minutes I looked straight at Kurt. Worried, because he’s in an almost constant state of worry, “Should we make our way back to the hospital?”
I believe it was at this point that Kurt called his mother to let her know this was going to be more than a prenatal checkup. We went to the hospital and hung out in the waiting area for a while before checking in. We knew they would accept me unless the baby was coming now now. Contractions kept getting stronger and closer together. We finally checked me in at about 4pm, but the nurse noted that I was still able to talk through my contractions, so she had us go out and walk around the halls for a bit. I think I waddled about a lap and a half and we were back at the check-in. “Wow, that was quick.” The nurse said wide-eyed. The nurse asked all the usual check-in questions. The fact that my last appointment was earlier that afternoon was brought up, and that the doctor had induced me. The nurse got angry and said something about him needing to call them before doing something like that to see if they have room. Immediately after her little rant she asked when my due date was.
“December third.” Just two days away.
“Oh,” and she recanted the rant, “that’s why.” I guess I didn’t look full term to her?
I made it known that I wanted an epidural. They I was dilated enough, but they couldn’t do that until I was in a room, which took about an hour. It took a while for the anesthesiologist to arrive. It may have been a busy night as the nurse indicated. I can’t help it if everyone in the area drank the same water in March. Maybe more than on anesthesiologist is needed for the Christmas babies.
“Have you had one of these before?” The anesthesiologist asked.
“How much do you want to feel.”
“Absolutely nothing.” In hindsight, maybe I should have been a little more tolerant of the possibility of pain. I sat on the bed and leaned forward as much as my squirmy belly would allow. The needle was inserted in my back between contractions. I could still feel the contractions.
“Give it some time.” We allowed for two or three more. The doctor was wanting me to get ready to push.
“I can still feel it.” I said maybe a little too frantically. The anesthesiologist gave me another full dose. Finally I didn’t feel the contractions. Of course now the problem was that I also had no control of my legs. None. Nothing. Nada. The doctor asked Kurt to move my leg into the stirrup. Kurt being super squeamish indicated that he really didn’t want to see anything.
“Just hold her leg up from there!” He yelled. Kurt did as ordered. Meanwhile I’m giggling at how useless I was. My legs may as well belong to another person.
After checking how things were progressing the doctor had a quiet exchange with the nurse then she told me in a very serious tone, “When he comes out we aren’t going to try to make him cry right away, and we need to have him in the incubator first.” I was then given an oxygen mask. “We need you to breathe with this to give the baby as much oxygen as possible.” The seriousness in her voice struck me. I was too scared to ask what was going on. I didn’t want to delay them in whatever needed to be done.
The hospital cradle was set up with receiving blankets and two other people came in the room. The specialist introduced himself and his assistant. He was there to check the baby’s lungs as soon as he comes out. There was meconium in the amniotic fluid. He again informed me that no one was going to encourage the baby to cry until he is checked out so that he doesn’t inhale any meconium. Suddenly the danger was more real. I found it both comforting and unnerving that this extra specialist was there.
Everyone was in place. It was time to push. Two or three pushes and he was out. And no one could stop Mr. Lung capacity from crying his head off (not that anyone tried to stop him). Mygod that is the loudest newborn I’ve ever heard. That little shit screamed the moment he came out (possibly inhaling poo) and then promptly peed on both the nurses. He was born at 8pm on December 1, 2010. We still weren’t completely decided on the name. Though by this point we had it narrowed down to two. The nurse wrote them on the board, Benjamin or Lukas.
Kurt took some pictures, held his boy, and called his mom to let her know her grandson had arrived. Kurt left after while so he could actually sleep and not on a couch. In the morning he brought his mom and Sophia. Grandma cooed over the baby while Sophia cuddled with me, but after a while the baby required sustenance. Sophia did not like that one bit. She crawled under my bed shouting, “I don’t want him! I don’t want him! I don’t want him!”
Picture taken 10/18/14. Lukas was coming out of the hay maze at a local farm.
Picture taken 11/30/14 at gymnastics. He did the balance beam by himself for the first time.