So after being 5 days late, our doctor's group decided an induction was in order. So at 7:30 on Tuesday, 5/15/2012, our 2 year anniversary, we checked in for our induction. They placed cervadil in me at around 10:45 am and by 11 am I was feeling contractions. I contracted unhappily for the whole day and night. The next morning when they checked me I was a whopping 2 cm. The broke my water and let me go on contracting. About 2 pm that day, after 30 hours of labor, I opted for an epidural. After getting yelled at by the anesthesiologist for moving, we settled back in to rest. At around 7 pm, back labor hit and my epidural was no help. Around that time, I puked all over Brian multiple times, cried hysterically for a while and then got yelled at by my doctor for being a whimp. I was maybe 4 cm. At 10:30 pm, I was 4.5 cm. So I had taken over 12 hours to go 2.5 cm. At this point my doctor realized that our baby was not progressing down the birth canal was probably stuck. Since I had been in labor for 38 hours at this point, my uterus was no longer forcefully contracting and so the hope of a vaginal delivery was gone. They prepped me for a c-section in record time and by 11:31 pm, our little love was born.
While prepping for surgery, the doctor insisted the baby was a boy. She said it looked just like a boy until she pulled out the bottom to reveal our little Nina. I didn't get to see Nina until about 5 minutes later when she was wrapped like a baby burrito. I got to kiss her sweet face and then she and Brian went off to the nursery to make sure she was ok. I got to stay in the OR getting put back together and freezing my insides off. At least the cranky anesthesiologist was nice and got me warm blankets so I didn't shiver to death. I had to wait in the recovery room for them to bring the baby and my hubby back, so I got my first good nap in days. After that, they still hadn't brought the baby back and so I began to hound the recovery nurse to call the nursery. Later, I was told this had really only been like and hour and fifteen minutes...I would have sworn it was like four hours. They finally brought the baby in so I could hold her and feed her and just see all her sweetness. We stayed in the recovery room until like 2 am as per hospital policy eventhough I felt fantastic.
We then went back to our room where my mom, dad and Marisa were waiting to hold Nina. They had met her in the nursery. They stayed to love her, and later Brian's dad came to meet her. At about 5 am, we finally got some much needed rest. Our hospital stay was pretty uneventful aside from lots of living visitors. We worked on breastfeeding and sleeping. Aside from being forced to give the baby some formula because she was ravenous for some real food, things went smoothly. We went home three days after her birth on May 19th to begin our lives as a family.
