During the last weeks of pregnancy, I began to develop some blood pressure issues. They were not as bad as they were when I was pregnant with Isaias, but they were concerning given my previous history. I began to have biweekly non-stress tests to check on Leo, as well as weekly ultrasounds. The one I had at 38 weeks apparently showed some abnormalities, such as low amniotic fluid. That, plus my inching up blood pressure convinced my doctor that it was time to induce labor. I am no stranger to inductions- both of my previous deliveries were inductions. Tuesday morning I got a phone call that I needed to be induced the next morning. Whew! What a whirlwind! I began to go into overdrive- repacking the hospital bag, snuggling with Isaias, doing MASS amounts of laundry. I took a Benadryl to help me sleep, but I was so excited! I got some sleep, knowing I had to be up early the next morning.
|Last belly picture! 38 weeks 3 days|
I walked around some more. The doctor now decided I couldn't eat anymore, so I was distracting myself. The Pitocin was still running, and it was definitely taking it's toll. My walk around the unit took much longer because I had to stop and hang onto the walls more often. I saw my nurse from the morning before. She suggested going back to my room and laboring on my hands and knees to get Leo to turn and engage. She was a smart cookie: I headed back to my room and labored like that for awhile. The contractions were very painful, but that was taking the pressure off of my back. When the doctor returned at noon, I was only 3cm dilated, and the baby was still SO high that he could not reach my water to break it. I started crying. I couldn't believe that I was taking so long. I couldn't believe that I had labored so much, and I had barely progressed at all. The doctor left, and my water broke ten minutes later. He came back in, and lo and behold, I was finally on my way.
The contractions increased in intensity immediately. I could no longer tolerate them. I couldn't tolerate my phone going off, Hector checking in with me. I put it away and didn't look at it. I tried to walk to the bathroom, but barely made it. There was a lot of pressure- Leo was moving down. I was crying. He was sitting on that spot in my back again. The doctor called and wanted a strip of my on the monitor; I had to lay in the bed. I had labored for so long without an epidural, and I decided I had had enough. The nurse called for an anesthesiologist- she was in a C-section with someone else. In fact, all of the anesthesiologists were busy. My nurse set up the sterile table- she thought I wouldn't be much longer. I was begging to have hem remove my leg- it was hurting like it had when I first injured myself. Leo was very low now, his heartbeat was down in my pelvis now. All of a sudden, I felt him coming. My nurse paged the doctor; there was no more time. She called for help, and suddenly, my room was swarming with other nurses. They were trying to break down the bed and set up the stirrups. All of a sudden I just said, "He's coming!", and Leo's head was born. One contraction later and he popped out! I didn't even see which nurse caught him. He began to cry right away and the nurses put him up on my stomach. They waited to clamp and cut the cord until the placenta was delivered, about five minutes later.
Leo was born at 1:53 in the afternoon. My water had broke at 12:10 p.m. I had gone from 3cm to holding our baby in an hour and 43 minutes. About ten minutes after he was born, the doctor walked in. I greeted him by saying, "You're late!". The anesthesiologist I had cried for followed about five minutes after him. Upon his initial assessment, Leo had a sort of 'rug burn' on his sides from coming out so quickly, and he scored 8 and 9 on his Apgar. I had a couple of small tears, which the doctor repaired with stitches, but he didn't numb me enough and I felt them. After what I had just been through, I didn't care too much. My nurse helped me to get up and get to the bathroom and get myself cleaned up. I could barely walk. I hadn't felt so terrible in a long time. I had just birthed my second son without drugs. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Phew!
Leo was weighed about an hour after birth, after we had skin to skin time, and had nursed. He has a champion latch from birth. He weighed 7 pounds, 9 ounces, and was 19.5" long. His head was 14.25" around- just slightly bigger than Isaias's was. He is quite similar to Isaias in many physical aspects, but he is a mixture of both Isaias and Cecilia, really. Isaias is quite smitten with his baby brother, and Cecilia can't wait to meet him. Hector and I FaceTimed as soon as I was cleaned up. He is so proud of his sons.
Now that Leo has arrived, we can concentrate on recovery and getting back to our lives in Mexico.