As you know, I was scheduled for an induction with Rachel. We had to be at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. which was tough, but I figured we would have an early baby. I was hooked up to the monitors with the Pitocin running in by 6:00 a.m.. At least, we didn't sit around for an hour waiting for things to get started. My doctor came in around 7:30 and broke my water. I was two centimeters the week prior at my last appointment, and I was still two centimeters. The contractions started getting fairly painful about 8:00 or 8:30, so I received my epidural. Getting my last two epidurals was a wonderful experience; I didn't have any problems, and they relieved the pain beautifully. This time, however, the anesthesiologist hit a nerve, and I almost jumped off the bed. I cannot believe how badly it hurt...all the way to my knee. Then it relieved the pain only on one side. After about five minutes, the pain went away, and I was able to get pain relief on both sides by lying on one side to distribute the medication more evenly. For a few minutes, though, I almost regretted getting this thing!
My parents arrived and sat with us. At 9:00, I was still only two centimeters. At 10:00, I was still only two centimeters and starting to get discouraged. With both Sarah Beth and Daniel, I was induced, and they were born at noon. It didn't look like I was getting anywhere. John said that I had jinxed myself, and I figured he was right.
At 11:00, I was four centimeters and 50% effaced. Finally, I thought, I'm getting
somewhere. My nurse checked me again at 12:05 and said, "It's time; don't move!" When she checked, she felt Rachel's head. I was ready to go. (My doctor had warned me that morning that with subsequent births, things can progress very rapidly.) My nurse called the doctor, and said, "We need you." My doctor arrived shortly and out of breath. (We figured that if the nurse had waited a few more minutes to check me, I would have had Rachel without the doctor, just like with
Daniel.) She had me push a couple of times to get things started, and then she worked with my body's contractions to deliver Rachel. It went very easily and smoothly.
This labor was a little longer than my previous two, but not by much. And I cannot complain. Rachel is also my smallest baby; at 6 pounds 15 ounces and 19 1/2 inches, she is over a pound and an inch smaller than Daniel and Sarah Beth who were both 8 pounds and 20 1/2 inches. Sarah Beth was born at 12:01, Daniel at 12:18, and Rachel at 12:16. Aren't those times interesting!
Since my labor and delivery had gone so well, I was ready to go home on Wednesday. I got up, got my shower, and got ready to go. When my doctor arrived, she said I could leave whenever. However, the pediatrician would not let Rachel leave until 8:00 p.m. at the earliest. (She would have preferred for us to wait until the next morning.) So I settled in for a long day, holding and taking care of my baby. It was so nice, though, to sleep in my own bed that night. And it was nice to be home with my other two children. I hadn't seen them at all on Wednesday, although my mother had brought them in Tuesday afternoon to see "Baby Sister."
My recovery has also gone really well since things went so smoothly. I'm trying to take it easy, but there are things that need to be done around the house. I'm so independent that I hate to ask John to do things for me, but I'm trying. And he's doing a great job. I'm enjoying my new baby and my two older children, but I think I'll be ready to get into some kind of routine next week when John goes back to work.