Mama was admitted to the hospital for induction on Sunday night. I was given some "ripener" and a sleeping pill and sent to bed. Corky went home to get his last good night's sleep for this lifetime. The sleeping pill made me feel like I had the spins. I turned on Deadliest Catch to try to sleep but that, needless to say, did not help the woozy feeling I was having. I turned it off and dozed until about 4am when contractions started. I called Nick at 520a when my water broke and I decided I needed some back up (he had planned on being back at 6a).
They hooked me up to some pitocin - I breathed through some serious contractions imagining myself far away on Chases Lake in a kayak. I knew ahead of time I was going to require an epidural and the anesthesiologist hooked me up with some just as I was sure my insides were going to explode out of my body. All I could feel was pins and needles.
My nurses switched shifts and the new nurse decided the baby was facing the wrong way so she suggested I lay on my belly on some ice. Easier said than done when you can't feel your legs.
Dr. Miller came in and it was GO TIME. Corky held my hand and there were a total of 3 doctors and 1 nurse helping me push M-C Tiny out. Just when I decided I couldn't do it any longer they said ONE MORE and out into the world she came. 6lbs, 9oz, 19.25 inches long.
perfection.
