I went to the doctors on 1/28/14 to see how I was progressing as I had finally reached 40 weeks and according to the many apps on my phone, it was my due date. My progress check hurt like hell, but my doctor explained that if I could stand the pain a bit more then she could "loosen my membranes" and it might put a jump start on this whole delivery thing. HOLY *bleeping* CRAP! The doctor had recently started to become concerned with how much fluid I was retaining as well as some other tests that were done. She said "I think we might induce you tonight." HUH?! I was a bit panicked. Would my husband be able to make it? How soon? What about work? I hadn't logged off my computer, just simply locked it so I could finish up my work when I got back that afternoon. After my doctor talked to the high risk delivery team they decided that I did not need to be induced, but that I was not to work anymore. I put up a bit of a fight because I was working on directions on how to complete reports that I did. I am soo close to completing them! I made a deal with the doctor that I would go back to work the next morning and leave by noon. I went to cheering practice that night to inform my assistant coach and my girls. Home that night and all was well. I was excited that I would soon be able to meet our son.
The next morning I jumped, or more so quickly rolled out of bed as fast as I could from pain which had somehow manifested itself into my dream. About cheering of course. A few pangs of serious pain and I realized I was in labor! Eeek! I make my way downstairs and log on to work while writing down how long my contractions are lasting and how far apart they are. 4:14am 20 seconds long, 4:20am 20 seconds long, 4:30am 10 seconds long.... you get the picture.6:04am 35 seconds long and intensifying we get Darby up to get ready for school. Mitch is semi frantic in the sense that he doesn't know what to do....."we'll get Darby ready and bring her to school and head to the hospital." I hope in the shower quick while he brings her to school, "Go as fast as you can without getting a ticket I tell him"and off we go!
We arrive at the hospital around 8 am and Mitch asks if I want him to get me a wheelchair. No! Obviously! I want to walk it out and move this labor along not to mention I don't like asking for help.......stupidest answer ever! It was like THE longest walk to the maternity ward and the whole time I am cursing out whomever designed this layout! Get to the counter, grasping onto it and bent over my huge self and I say "I'm here to check in." The guard says "and for what?" With the look of death and the "are you an idiot voice" I say "to have a ba-by!" Really?! I'm checking into the maternity ward and I am huge....what do you think I'm here for? a game of chess?!
I get checked in and the attendees come to check on me and get my vitals and all that jazz. Let me just say....this was not the day for me to deal with stupid people. And I know they are not stupid.....but they sure did act like it. I am NOT a person that likes to be touched, especially when I am sick. Many friends and certainly my husband have learned this. Watch from afar and ask every now and again if I need anything but for the love of God, DO.NOT.TOUCH.ME! So here they are rubbing my back and arm. Placing their hand on my leg.....all the while looking at Mitch like he is the worst husband ever! I mean, what a dick. He's not even comforting his wife. haha NO. he is sitting back, wide-eyed, waiting for his wife to lose it on one of them for 1. touching her and 2. asking how she's feeling every 2 seconds. News flash...I feel like I'm having a baby so I'm not feeling too peachy-keen there hunny! They meant well I know, but they were not gentle and they really needed to work on their bedside manner. Anyway, I am 5-7cm dilated and they leave. I sit there....umm did I just pee or did my water break?
We finally get checked into the room and they nurses keep trying to have me sit on a medicine ball. Perhaps it works great, but the last thing I want to do is sit on this thing and ultimately put more pressure on my lower region. Thanks, but no thanks! I finally get in the shower and tell Mitch "you are holding that friggin shower-head on my back until we get this epidural." I can see him backing up and trying to cover his shoes with the curtain so they don't get wet. Are you kidding me?! haha
1pm and I finally get an epidural. I am not one for drugs, but give me an epidural anytime!! My sister Tiffany arrived shortly after I think and I was ready for a nap. Tiffany says "Can you feel that?!" and with a smile on my face and my eyes closed "Nope!" I guess I had a huge contraction. Anyway, Dr. come in around 4 and say the baby will be here within 1/2hr so I am texting people. Woo hoo! 6pm rolls around and nothing so Mitch and Tiff go get gigantic salads while I sit there eating ice chips. Cool guys. real cool! 7pm the pitocin starts and my mom arrives! Meanwhile I have been pushing every so often but now we're going to get this show on the road...for real.....like 3hrs later. January 29, 2014 at 9:49pm Adrien Jett Donar finally decided to make his way into this world weighing 6lbs 13oz and 21" long! And I finally get to meet him and hold him as he lays on my chest......and poops all over me. lol I was seriously so tired I couldn't even cry and I felt terrified to hold him. I have since made up for it.
It's the best story I could ever tell!
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