I was going to start at my 39 week update, but it was going to be long so here's a summary: a hugely disappointing false alarm on Friday the 22nd, continued labor signs throughout the week, celebrating Jack's birthday (which will definitely get its own post!), and major pregnancy discomfort and continued non-bloggable pregnancy issues that no one wants to hear about.
So let's just start with me saying that at my 38 week doctor appointment, my doctor scheduled my induction date for February 28th. Jack came over a week early and was over 8 lbs, so there was concern that the little lady might be pretty large herself. I went in on Wednesday, February 27th for a sono and exam. Little sister measured an estimated 8 lbs 14 oz, an estimate which is usually higher than the actual birth weight. My doctor was mostly concerned that her shoulders might get stuck on the way out, so she mentioned she'd be watching for that.
That evening we met my parents halfway to deliver the big brother to them since we'd be heading in to the hospital by 7:30 the next morning. I was teary on the way home, mostly because I am always teary when we leave Jack, but this time it was knowing how much his little world was going to change in 24 hours. A wonderful change, of course, but he is little and doesn't really understand that now, you know?
Wednesday dawned cold, and I rose around 5, showered, put on full makeup, and did my hair because that is just me. We ran through the Whataburger drive thru for a taquito and a diet coke on the drive over to Dallas. (That's where I delivered since my doctor is there. And my doctor is there because I work over there, so it's convenient.) We checked into L&D at 7:30 on the nose and were escorted to Room #1 where I would spend a very long day. I was already having mild contractions regularly at 4 minutes apart when I arrived.
By 9:00 am, my sweet nurse Susie had the pitocin dripping. Dr. C came by to check on me not long after and reminded me that she'd be breaking my water around lunch and knowing my slightly low pain tolerance might want to call for an epidural before then. By 10:30 am, the contractions were significant enough that I was ready for pain management, and they had me comfortable by 10:45. Dr. C came back around 1:30 pm to break my water, and I was about at a 6, which I would remain at until 10 PM later that night.
That's right. I did not progress at all from 1:30 to 10 PM.
From 1:30 on, they upped my pitocin and tried everything else under the sun to get Annabelle to drop. My contractions were absolutely irregular. It ultimately was decided that Annabelle's position was the cause of my body responding completely the opposite to everything attempted. I spent the time wondering if anyone had ever actually stayed pregnant forever and praying that the Lord would not let it be me. (I also prayed for Annabelle's health too, in case you're thinking I'm a bad mom.)
Around 6 PM, Dr. C turned Annabelle, and they propped me to keep her turned. Well, sister did not care about being propped and turned back to the right. By 10 PM, Dr. C came back in and turned her AGAIN while cautioning me that we might be heading for a c-section. All I could think of was how would I take care of a newborn and a toddler after a c-section? And also? Thank you God for an epidural.
So I decided to lie back and try and grab some rest. It had been such a long day by this point, being turned one way, then another, and even with an epidural, I still felt pressure from contractions even though it didn't hurt so much. I was tired.
Around 10:30 PM, Dr. C and my new wonderful nurse Jenni came in the door saying they were seeing something on the monitor that was interesting them, and they couldn't wait any longer to check it out. They looked a little giddy, and I had "thought" I felt some pressure but had not wanted to get my hopes up. Turns out, Annabelle was ready! After three practice pushes, Mr. G ran to tell our parents that I was about to start pushing. While he was out of the room, I had a contraction and got really wide eyed when Dr. C said, "Be VERRRRY still. Don't move." It really was happening so fast!
Mr. G came back in the room, and two contractions and 6 pushes later, we finally saw our sweet, beautiful daughter Annabelle. It was a most incredible moment that only tears can accurately describe. She's our dream girl, and we are loving every minute with her!
Annabelle Katherine weighed 8 lbs 3 oz, and was 20 inches.
That's totally mother's love there.