I work full time and live In Lake Tahoe, California. I have a serious addiction to diet coke. I live in the Sierra Mountains and I'm a mommy to Mackenna who is 2 years old. I love to scrapbook and anything to do in the snow. I'm just working mommy trying to figure out to balance my life.
It seems like yesterday I was told I was going to be induced a couple days after my last visit with the doctor.
It was July 22nd when I went to see the doctor for the last time. He told me that if I wanted since I had family members coming into town that I could be induced that Thursday July 24th. Oh course I did what any pregnant woman would do at full term and said please, please I will take that date. I was so excited to have a date and also nervous because all I could think is that OMG I'm going to have a baby by at least friday. I called the hubs on the way home and told him, "so the doctor wants to induce me, and ummm I'm going to be induced on thursday." Dead silence on the other end. He just told me ok and then an awkward hang up. I went home and cleaned like mad and made sure everything was perfect.
I'm not going to bore you to death about the nasty details, because if you are a mom or dad you know how it goes, and what everything looks like. I'm more interested in telling you all about my hubbs and how hysterical and nervous he was during the whole 48 hours of before, during and after my induction and labor.
Ok, back to the story, my hubs and was kinda beside himself. He was not expecting to be dad that week. (I mean my water could have broke right then and there), but the fact we had a date scheduled freaked him out. Anyway, we both didn't sleep a wink that night, and in the morning it was kinda of weird just walking to the maternity ward and signing in. I was admitted and the hooked up on the IV's and the potossin was pumping through me. Ian was pacing and kinda just annoying me. (if you are ever induced it's a lot of sitting and waiting).
Hours passed and the pain started to intensify. I was induced at 6am and by 9pm that night I was begging for the epidural. (FYI the hubs does not do well with needles... at all). He was standing next to me holding my hand while the doctor administered the numbing stuff in my back. My hubs to urn and see what he was doing and he saw the doc putting in the cathader in my spine. The hubs almost dropped to the floor. The nurse made him sit down since he is like 6'3" and no one was big enough in that room to catch his fall.
After I started to feel numbly and good, we decided to watch a movie. The Father-in-law brought the hubs a 6 pack and it was gone pretty fast... and hour later I was starting to feel the urge to push. After an hour of pushing the nurse asked the hubs nicley if he wanted to be the first one to see his baby's head... of course out of it he took a look and went weak in the knees again. By this time I was just hysterical to the way he was acting.
A few more hours later, I couldn't get Mackenna out on my own, so we had to use the vaccume to get her out. Finally after just 15 more minutes she was finally out. When the hubs saw her head he asked the doctor if her head would stay a cone shape. He was freaking out. The doctor assured him that her head would return to normal. I think after the night, he was ready to leave the hospital for a minute. I think before he headed home for the shower, he hit up the bar. : ) It was a crazy time for him but he made it through.