The pregnancy was basically easy. My asthma acted up a little bit but it was otherwise uneventful. The only part that was difficult was being so very pregnant during the summer in San Antonio! Though, I wasn't nearly as miserable as I was with Darien. Probably because I gained more weight, but that weight was distributed pretty evenly over my entire body.
I tried castor oil with him too, but it didn't do anything at all. So, it was really just waiting for him to be ready to come out. The last 2 weeks or so I was going to my friends house daily because I was so scared of going into labor and being alone and/or not knowing I was in labor. I even told Fil that I thought I would go into labor on my own, not knowing it, and barely get to the hospital in time. I thought that because with Darien I was induced. So, not only did I not really know what a contraction felt like without pitocin, I had the epidural very quickly after starting contractions.
So, the morning that I got to my girlfriends house and had been contracting, I figured it was just the beginning of what would take days. When I got to her house, I told her about the contractions and that they weren't painful or regular. As we talked for a while, I was having them. Still not horrible, but enough that I had to slow down my talking and get into a comfortable position.
After about 30 minutes, maybe an hour, she told me that she thought I was in labor and wanted to get me to the hospital. I argued with her, cause there was just no way that was real labor. It was NOTHING.
She finally talked me into just going in to be checked. I didn't call anyone, not even Fil, when we went. I really believed I wouldn't be staying there anyway, why constantly give false hope to anyone. So, I drive us up there (yes, I drove because I wasn't in real labor, lol). When they got my hooked up to the monitors, I was contracting every 3-4 minutes. They were getting slightly more painful but still very bearable. So when they came in to check me, I was certain I was going to be sent home.
Now, the hospital we were at was a training hospital. So, the midwife that was training was the first to check me. She said that I was about 5cm and 75% effaced. That almost made me fall right off that bed in shock. Then the resident checked me. She was guessing something different, and I figured it would be 4cm and send me walking. NOPE. She said about 7cm, 90% effaced and needing a room immediately. WHEW... I almost did fall off the bed.
I got the epidural as soon as I got in a room. I wish I wouldn't have. My labor stalled and ended up there for much longer than I should have been. But after a few hours, and the Dr nearly not catching him as he FLEW right out, I was able to meet him! And what an amazing boy he was!
Adrien was born on 7 July 2008 weighing 8lbs 2.9oz and 20 3/4 inches long!
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