Labor is definitely not a time of glamour and modesty. That all goes out the window. You are pumped full of fluids and poked by numerous people several times an hour. No FUN! About 17 hours into it, the smiles go away and the beast comes out. I did not have any kind of meds, so I got the full labor all at once. OUCHY! Now, I had the sudden urge to push. Everyone left but the nurse and Cheyenne. Ok, now we were going to push on the second contraction. I bared down and gave a push, and OWE! (The concept of giving birth is beautiful but in reality, it is painful.) Killian's heart rate dropped and then I was yelled at by the nurse to do this funky maneuver and was slapped in the face with an non-rebreather mask. (Wore it through most of the pushing) His heart rate went up and life was good again. Finally, the midwife arrived.
I am proud of myself though, I never screamed.
After 3 hours of strenuous pushing, it was now time for an emergency c-section. SCARY! I was wheeled into the OR. Killian was lodged pretty bad in my pelvis. I overheard the doc talking about how he cannot get the bleeding to stop. The fear was setting in and then I passed out.
My son was finally born. Sadly, I do not remember much, not until 2 days after delivery. However, I do remember someone making a comment about hoping it does not look like an alien and the first glimpse I saw of my son...he had the worst cone head ever. The doctor even said he has not seen one that bad.
|The picture is 2 days after, so imagine his head sticking out |
another 3inches or so
December 16, 2009 7lbs 19 inches,