I'm not dead...I SWEAR!!! :D
First of all I want to wish everyone a Merry Belated Christmas!!!!
Sorry for disappearing; with the economic crap, we have lost our internet because we can't afford it. This post is being made at the local library (YAY for being broke!!)
What's been going on in my life? Not much. Cristmas kinda sucked (seeing a deer's throat being cut on Christmas Day ruined it for me) but hell, we all survived, so it can't be too bad, right?? I finally got Private Practice Season 1 and Grey's Anatomy Season 4, as well as some new clothes and Brisingr (the third book of the Eragon series).
After Christmas began the seemingly forever wait for the baby to arrive. On Jan. 12th the doctor and I decided on inducing labor on the 15th so it was nice getting to get everything done before the baby arrived.
And now...the story of the arrival of Addison Erin Jung (formally known as Erin Addison; Mike had a change of heart :D)
The air temperature was -2 degrees at 5:30AM when we arrived at the hospital to begin the induction. I checked in and went to room 709, where a nurse and the bare butt hospital robes were waiting for me. Oh joy, I thought. I remembered the pain of labor and was surprised that I was excited to be here, and also willing to walk into pain's grasp. But the baby was going to come out eventually anyway, so at least I was at the hospital safe and not stuck at home giving birth in the bathtub.
The IV needle slipped effortlessly into my left wrist and they started the Pitocin drip at around 6:15 or so. I ate breakfast. I watched some TV. Nothing was really happening. Then my Doc arrived in a sweatshirt and Notre Dame Fighting Irish scrubs and broke the water...and then she said,"Ew...poop." The baby had messed itself...a not very good sign. She assured me that it was ok, yet I worried. At about 9AM I started to feel the contractions, but they weren't too bad. At around ten I asked for my good friend Stadol to ease the pain. The nurse tried to get me to stand up and walk around to ease pain instead and I said flat out "No." After I got a dose, I dozed a little, but then the contractions became murderously painful and I called for the nurse. She told me flat out that I hadn't dialated more than 4 cms, and that this is the reason that they don't check often. But I felt different. This was intense. Something was happening.
They gave me another dose of Stadol at 1025, but the pain was still there, gnawing away at my innards like a thousand rabid rats. I looked to Mike, who was sitting next to my bed and said,"I need to push now" He told me not to (which I knew I couldn't do until the doctor was there) and left to get the nurse. She came in and told me to push. I resisted because I knew that if I did, the baby would be here without the doctor. No one knows their body more than themselves. She put in her notes that my push attempts were unsucessful. She called my doc, who was at her practice three minutes away, and told her to not come yet, since I wasn't ready. That was total bullcrap! So I pushed once, when she was calling the doc. I then felt the baby fall a little. In curiosity, I reached down to see what was going on, and lo and behold, there was the head. The nurse arrived and saw that I was crowning and ran back to the phone to inform the doc that indeed the baby was here and that she needs to hurry. (At this time, they paged the hospital "Dr. McCormack to room 709" My mom and sister heard this in the waiting room and knew it was my room) Now there were two nurses scrambling around my hoo hoo. They told me to push, but I was reluctant to do so since the doc wasn't there. However instinct took over and I pushed. Then I heard "STOP!!! DON'T PUSH!!" and then the nurses chattered to each other "Clamp there, and clamp...there...ok, now cut..." Its what I was dreading: the cord was wrapped around her neck. After the cord was cut the doctor ran into the room and was able to catch the baby.
Everything started to make sense. Now I knew why Addison would thrash about in the womb after a Braxton-Hicks contraction. It was the same reason she messed herself in utero, and why her heart rate dropped during labor contractions. Poor thing. I was really afraid that she would be ill, but once the cord was cut, she screamed, and its one of the few times in your life where a scream is a good thing to hear. Its been a week and a few days since her birth and she's as healthy as can be, so we are truly blessed. Aislynn is taking pretty well to having a new sister, except she's tearing the house apart worse than before because she and the cat have teamed up to destroy the peace.
Oh well, that's life I guess. As soon as I get pics, I'll post them. Good bye everyone, I hope to chat again soon.
PS: Here's Addison's Stats:
Weight: 6lbs 13oz
Length: 18.5"
Time and Date of Birth: 10:40AM 1/15/2009