Not quite the Easter I was expecting Or Molly's Arrival

I am currently sitting at home, staring at Molly laying in Aaron's arms, and trying to make sense of this past weekend. 


So, as we left off, I went in on Friday morning for my appointment. The nurse came in, smiling, and checked my pressure. It was 158/100, then 151/110, then 160/112. She went out to tell the doctor. He came in, checked my cervix (ouch), and I was dilated at all. He told me though that we were going to the hospital and having this baby this weekend, because it wasn't safe to keep her in there with my high blood pressure. I called Hubby, he came racing from work, and away we went to L&D to officially get admitted this time!

(Last pregnant picture!) 


Because I wasn't dilated, they put me on cervidel (sp?) to try to get my cervix to start ripening (ouch). It really meant lying in bed for 12 hours, watching TV, eating, chatting with nurses and Hubby, waiting to see if it worked or not. Also, I wasn't really allowed to get up and move around too much because they wanted to keep my pressure low. As the day went on, I kept feeling contractions getting stronger and more painful. At 11pm, the nurse came to remove it and check. Still wasn't. So she went to call my doctor to see what he wanted. Had yet another one done! The nurse also gave me some painmeds because I wasn't able to sleep from the cramping. 


This painmed made me super loopy and high. Also dizzy. Apparently I told Hubby that this was why I shouldn't be given viagra. Lol. I meant Vicodin. Hubby laughed a lot. 


Those drugs knocked me out till about....7AM or so on Saturday. At 1pm, the nurse came to check and I was barely 1cm dilated. She called my doctor, and he came in to check himself. He managed to get his finger in and break my water bag to get things going. That really hurt. And then the real fun began! Here comes pitocen. He wanted to speed things up, so my dosage got upped every 20 minutes to try to get my contractions 1-2 minutes apart, lasting a minute. The problem being that my contractions were super irregular so they kept having to fiddle with the dosages and such. Eight hours later, I was literally convulsing hanging onto Hubby's arm through the contractions. They were spiking up into the 75% range, and lasting 60-70 seconds each, every 2 minutes. I basically was having one giant contraction and then several little ones, with no real break in between. The nurse came in, looked at me in the middle of one, came over and said "Do you want your epidural?" I nodded. So at 9:30 I got my epidural which enabled me to pass Stu till about 4AM where I woke up in more pain, but different. I had reached 4cm and the pressure of Molly's head bearing down kept me awake. I tried to doze but didn't really happen. 


When the nurses checked me, I had gone from 4cm up to 7cm. And we all hoped when they came back, I'd be up to 10cm. 8AM, they checked on me, I was 10cm, and able to start pushing. The nurses told me it might be a while cause I was a firsttime mom and such. I was like "No way in hell I'm letting this take more than 3 hours. This baby is getting born now." EDIT: An hour and a half later, out came Molly! 

We got situated into the recovery room. Family and friends came to visit. Monday and Tuesday were long days, because we just desperately wanted to get home. Finally on Tuesday, we were discharged. 

This was not the Easter I expected, but it was amazing. Molly is such a gorgeous amazing little baby (Yes yes, I'm biased), and such a cuddler already! She loves being held by us and just relaxing. I keep staring at her, wondering how on earth that little miracle came out of me. We are settling at home really nicely. It's amazing how right this feels. 


So that is my story for now. Quite the long one. Did not expect to be in the hospital for 4 and a half days, but Molly was worth it. We are so in love with this little girl. Cannot wait to see how amazing our life continues to get with her.