Here's the birth story...and all the lovely details:
warning there are lots of details...if you don't want to know...don't read!
A year ago today I left school at Lyon Elementary for the last time. I was starting my maternity leave (my due date was one week later December 19
th). It was an exhausting day trying to get everything put together and organized for my substitute. And, I was a little disappointed that I hadn't gone into labor that day. It was 12/12 (my favorite number) and it was the
largest and closest full moon of the year (and you know what they say about women and going into labor on full moon nights...I was positive the gravitational pull was going to have an impact on our girl).
Later that night, Tim and I decided to eat at Brother's Pizza and then we headed to the Johnsons for a normal game night with the Outtens. Tiff mentioned later that night how I looked at peace about everything...and I agreed. Our little girl could come whenever she was ready. It was a good place to be in.
Around 11:30pm and I was beginning to not feel great. I was tired and ready to call it a night. I drove Tim and I home and looked at the clock in the car...12:03am. Sadly, I told Tim how my chances of having a baby on 12/12 was over. I also mentioned how I was really not feeling well and that I was uncomfortable driving.
We got into bed and Tim was already falling asleep when I asked him to get me some water...as I was still not feeling better. I started timing my episodes of not feeling great and it was about every 15 minutes. I joked with Tim that maybe he should drink some water and "sober-up" in case this was the real thing. After about 20 minutes, nothing was getting better...so I suggested we go on a walk. That is our "solution" to almost every Hertel Problem....go on a walk. And that's what we did. It was 1am and we grabbed Jerry...who was VERY confused...and bundled up because it was freezing out and went on a walk. Tim was wearing my pink athletic watch and was timing the start, end, duration of what started to appear to be contractions. It was still about every 15 minutes when I felt like complete crap. It was an extremely strong cramp. I couldn't walk or talk during it. I felt the best if I was doing the very slow and deep breathing that we practiced in our class. Tim at one point tried to massage my back...and we both agreed that was not the way to get through the contractions :)
We were about one mile away from our house when I immediately had to go to the bathroom....I mean, immediately. I looked ahead and saw a port-a-potty in a new housing area about 50 yards away. So I attempted to jog and make it to the potty...when I realized I wasn't going to make it...stopped and in the middle of this new construction area went to the bathroom.... Of course my lovely husband is cracking up, he thought my potty dance was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. It was at this point though that I'm realizing that I'm finish going to the bathroom...but that something was different. My water broke.
I think my stomach immediately dropped even further...just because of the reality of the situation. AND because I was going to have to walk a mile back home with nasty wet clothes. On the way home I remember Tim high-fiving me saying "this is it."
We got home and I encouraged Tim to eat food and drink (although to this day he claims that having a baby sobers you up faster than anything you've experienced). I took a shower because I felt absolutely disgusting...but later found out that it's not recommended to shower after your water breaks. And then I vacuumed the house...because I was nervous and it needed it. Lastly we took my last pregnant picture.
And then we left. It was 2:50am. HOLY FREAKIN MOLY!
My bag was already packed and we drove into the hospital. Along the way we called family to let them know. We arrived at the hospital where they confirmed that my water had broke and that my contractions were 3-5 minutes apart. WHAT?! They were only 15 minutes apart...but the nurse informed me that all the small discomforts I was having in between the MASSIVE pains were also contractions. I had already dilated to 4 cm (I was 2 cm at my appointment earlier in the week).
The nurse that we had in the middle of the night...was not my favorite. And maybe I was a little grumpy...but I clearly remember saying to her at one point, "I recognize that you do this every day and this is nothing new to you...but it's not for me. So please help me!" lol...don't mess with a pregnant lady in labor :)
We finally got moved out of triage and into our room(4am). At this point I was asking for an epidural and my "not favorite nurse" would not give me a timeline of when I could expect it. So I asked if there was anything else she could give me (BIG MISTAKE). I was given some loopy drug and it made me very sleepy and completely out of it. I would start sentences and not be able to finish them. And only 10 minutes later, I received my epidural. HUGE relief! Olivia's heart rate dropped a couple of times...so they gave me oxygen and had me lay on my side.
Around 6:30am the nurses told Tim to relax and go have breakfast because I probably wasn't going to deliver until noonish. HOWEVER, to his surprise when he walked back in the door at 7am I was 10 centimeters and ready to start pushing. The nurses completely transformed my room and had me do a couple of practice pushes...when they realized I was done pushing and we needed the doctor (7:30). Unfortunately the doctor was not immediately available and I had to just wait. The nurse started to reassure me that she has delivered babies before....
when at 8:20 Dr. Young walks in.
8 minutes and one push later Olivia Marie Hertel was born.
Saturday, December 13, 2008 : 8:28am : 7lb 6 oz : 20 inches.
She came out crying and was immediately placed on my chest. Olivia received a 9/9 on both
apgar tests ... losing a point for her color. Her eyes were a shade of blue...more of slate blue and had a bruise bum. The nurses explained to me that it's a
Mongolian birthmark and happens frequently to women of Hispanic descent...at which point I explained I wasn't.
Looking back I can't believe how quickly everything progressed...Tim and I were both anticipating having to labor for a long time at home and that we would probably spend a day+ in labor. Our time in the hospital was a blur. We were absolutely exhausted since we had both been up since 5am on Friday morning. On Saturday both the Johnson and Outten families came to visit. Later that day a student and her mom also came to meet Olivia. Thankfully we were discharged Sunday around 3pm and were able to get home and start our lives together.
Wow...it's been a whole year!!!
Looking forward to celebrating with our daughter tomorrow :)