After a 27 hour ordeal, it’s all finally over. And via natural birth too! I’ll describe the experience at length later, but here’s how it went.
12 July 2009, Sunday
10.00 – Admitted to the hospital for Induction, hooked up to the CTG machine to monitor the contractions and baby’s heartbeat.
12.00 – Prostin Inserted. Not fun at all.
14.00 – Irregular contractions. Brought up to the ward to rest. I was all like “if this is how contractions feel like, I don’t think I even need epidural. No sweat at all.” And then I spent the afternoon watching movies on my laptop.
18.00 – Hooked up to the CTG again. Contractions 7-8 minutes apart, but still irregular.
22.00 – Supposed to go for second round of Prosstin to increase contractions, but managed to escape since contractions are up to once in 3 minutes. Wheeled in to delivery suite.
22.30 – Abused by psycho nurse who came in to check my cervix (only 1 cm). I was absolutely livid with rage.
23.00 – Had to eat my words – in loads of pain. Injected with Pethidine (in my thigh) for pain relief.
13 July 2009, Monday
01.00 – Epidural inserted. HURTS LIKE HELL. Epidural sucks.
03.00 – Oxytocin injected to induce contractions again. Contractions still fluctuating between once every 5-8 minutes. By this time, I was kinda drifting in and out of sleep. Cervix still at 1 cm.
09.00 – Gynae dropped by for a consult. Cervix at 3 cm. He says it’s gonna be a long labor, as if it’s not been long enough. If there’s no sign of progress in 8 hours, I’ll have to go for another c-section.
12.00 – Somehow the epidural only got channeled to the right side, and my entire left side was in excruciating pain. Contractions coming hard and fast and I was all worked up screaming for pain relief. I seriously thought I was about to die. Literally.
12.15 – Hot, young anesthetist came with more epidural. Pity I didn’t notice because I was having a near-death experience. The husband says he’s hot, and that I wasn’t dying. But he obviously doesn’t know anything cos he wasn’t pushing a baby out of his bits.
12.30 – Cervix at 9 cm. All I could think about was that something feels like it’s dropping out and I need to take a massive crap.
13.30 – After a lot of pushing and shoving (and an episiotomy), Kirsten finally came out with a plop.
It was totally surreal. And kinda awesome.
