I hope I haven’t waited too long to write this. It has taken a lot of adjusting in our life, but we have never been happier!
Hermione’s birth was a really beautiful experience for me. If I was guaranteed to have that good of an experience every time I would be totally fine with having a million kids. She was a little stubborn one and after 9 days past her due date still wasn’t here! So on day 9 Ioua and I went to the hospital to be induced. It was a little weird. I felt at peace and knew everything would be fine, but I had these stupid fears about being induced because of people telling me how bad it was for my baby. I hate that! It doesn’t matter how your baby comes into this world as long as they are healthy!
The morning of I woke up at 2 am because I was just too excited! I laid in bed for about 2.5 hours while I waited for Ioua to wake up. At one point he turned over in his sleep and I said, “Oh good! Your up!” So we got out of bed and got ready. Ioua made me an omelette (the nurse that called us the day before said to make sure I ate something) and I am glad I did! It turned out to be a VERY long day.
We checked in at 7 am and my very sweet nurse got me started with an I.V. I am SOOO grateful for sweet nurses, it made all the difference! So apparently before you can receive the pitocin you have to have an I.V. for a while. I could see on the screen that I was having contractions for about an hour and didn’t really feel anything so I thought to myself WOW! I might not have to have an epidural! What was everyone talking about saying that the pitocin was so awful. The nurse came in and asked what my pain level was and I said, “Oh, maybe a 1” total What to Expect When You Are Expecting moment. I naively told her I might not need the epidural after all. She smiled at me and said, “Okay, I’m going to start the pitocin now …” Oh.
Contractions. The nurse said the doctor wanted to come break my water pretty soon so I said you better get me the epidural pretty soon! I had heard from everyone that I should get the epidural before they break my water or it will be awful! Even getting the epidural wasn’t so bad. Ioua held my hands and it was over before I knew it!
It felt like I was on a magical cloud. It didn’t make me loopy or anything, but my body just felt like it was floating on a cloud. Most of the day was pretty uneventful. I tried to nap and my mom was in and out as we waited, and waited, and waited. Baby girl still didn’t want to make an appearance. I think it was around 5 or so that my sister Jenny showed up. Her and my mom got dinner in the cafeteria and I started to get anxious – come on baby! Around 8 or 9 my sister Christine showed up (maybe? at this point I didn’t really care what time it was) and we talked for a bit.
The nurse hadn’t checked on me in quite a while, like 2 hours or something and so when she popped her head in I said, “Uh, can you check my progress?” So she checked me and said, “Ohp, your complete!” Que my mom – “Complete, what is complete?!” And then the work started. (I let my mom and sisters stay in the room because at that point, everyone had seen my business anyway and who the heck cared?)
My sister Jenny was totally into all the action – after 7 kids herself she was pretty excited to see it from the other end. She was super helpful so I was happy about that! After about 45 minutes of ‘pushing’ they had to take me off of the epidural so that I would be able to feel to push. I had to wait about 30 minutes and then when I pushed I felt it. Pushing out a baby is like the best feeling in the world … weird? Ioua held one leg and Jenny held the other and we made it happen.
When the doctor came in I was in between contractions and she sat down and said, “Oh! Look at all of that hair!” and proceeded to play with it. Then she asked if I wanted to touch it – no thanks, I’ll just wait for her to come out. I had to have an episiotomy and she was like, “Oh, I don’t want to cut her hair!” Crazy lady.
When they put her on my chest I started sobbing. Like a lot. She was so beautiful and I had never felt so happy. Looking at Ioua and holding our baby girl that WE MADE. Priceless.
My recovery in the hospital was great – the hospital was fabulous and so were all of my nurses. Watching Ioua with the baby was the freakin cutest! He was a natural. She stole our hearts and we probably won’t ever get them back.