After 18 hours I was given an epidural. As many people know if you get a epidural you have to have a catheter. I had told my nurses I was allergic to latex and when they asked the reaction I told them that I turn red when every I wear bandaids. Apparently this was not written in my chart. After getting the catheter I began having burning my heart rate jumped and the babies heart rate began to drop. My mom luckily mentioned I was allergic to latex and asked if that could cause it. The nurse quickly removed it and said we were going into shock. I was given benadryl and they stopped inducing my labor until my doctor could come in. They got a latex free catheter and luckily our heart rates leveled out. I was having strong contractions and they were about two minutes apart and regular. My nurses would check me and be sure I was progressing only to be surprised to find out I was only at 3 cm. The baby was not dropping and even though I was having good contractions my cervix just wasn't progressing. My Doctor came in the morning of the 5th and broke my water and began pitocin.
35 hours from the time they began to induce my labor I was still at 3cm and they decided to do a c-section. I was so relieved and excited to finally meet our son!
When I was wheeled into the OR my epidural seemed to have worn off. The anesthesiologist checked it and found out that it had been pulled out. He then decided to do a Spinal block, I was so nervous sitting on the table alone (Dean wasn't allowed in until just before they were going to start) and not knowing what the spinal block would feel like, it wasn't too bad but I was having some pressure the anesthesiologist said he was half way done when the nurse asked how I was doing, I made the mistake of telling them I was having pressure, the anesthesiologist decided he should start over and add more numbing medicine because I shouldn't have to deal with any discomfort. I am glad he was concerned about my comfort but wish he would have just finished instead of having to do it all over again. I then laid on the bed listening to all of the nurses talk about their day and week ahead. I waited wondering when they would put the drape up so I wouldn't have to see anything and when they would let my husband back. They put the drape up, strapped down my arms, started me on some oxygen, the doctor came in and started prepping, and finally Dean came to sit by my side. They announced the first cut at 8:29 and ten minutes later we heard our little boy cry for the first time! The Doctor held him up and I began to cry.
Dean went to watch them clean him up and weigh him and I laid there listening. It was adorable, Dean was so amazed and listening to him talk to his son, admire his son, and fall in love with his son was the cutest thing I had ever heard. He weighed in at 8lbs 8 oz and was 19 3/4 inches long.
He was perfect and everything we could have ever dreamed of.
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