(couple hours before we went to the hospital)
Saturday Chase and I just took it easy, making sure everything was ready to go. It was pretty nice being able to take a shower and get ready without the rush of “Oh gosh, I’m in labor!” We went and ate lunch at On the Border then went to my parents until it was time to go the hospital. We were only there for a couple hours, but it felt like we were there ALL DAY. I was so anxious! We got to the hospital a little before 5:00 and checked in. They got us in the our room, hooked me up to the monitors, placed my IV, and we waited. And sat. And waited. And sat. Bored out of our minds. (There was a UT football game on that night, so Chase was happy he got to watch it!)
They were short staffed that night, and since my situation wasn’t really pressing, I was a little lower on the priority list. They were supposed to started me on the Cytotec around 7pm, but they later came in and told me it would actually be closer to midnight. Ugh! I had not had anything to eat since about 2:00pm, so Chase ran to get me a sandwich to scarf down. They finally administered the pill around 11:30pm and gave me an Ambien to help me sleep. They had to check me 3 hours later to see if I needed another dose. So I get another dose at 2:30, and they checked me again at 5:30pm and said I was ready to start on the Pitocin. They hooked up the Pitocin around 6:00am to give my contractions a kick start. Around 9:00 I started actually feeling the contractions, basically just like really mild cramps. At 11:00, Dr Motley came in to check me (only dilated to a 2) and break my water. OUCH!!! I was always told that it doesn’t hurt, and that you feel so much better after they do that. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. It hurts like crazy, and the contractions kicked in to full gear after that! I don’t know how people go through labor without getting an epidural. They gave me the epidural an hour later, but that was one hour of absolute torture! (I'm sort of a wimp :)) I had my mom on one side of me, just keeping me calm and breathing, and Chase on the other side. I was gripping his hand so hard, I’m surprised I didn’t bruise him! If I could have, I would have kissed the anesthesiologist. She was my life-saver. After that it was basically a lot of sitting there and chatting with everyone that came up to the hospital to visit. When Dr. M broke my water, she figured Jackson would arrive around 3:00. Well, around 4:00pm I had only dilated to a 4. At 6:00pm I finally made it to a 6, and they figured I still had a good 4 hours to go. (I'm pretty sure at this point, I was just like "What the heck?! Jackson, get OUT.") Well, at 7:00pm the new nurse came in and went ahead and checked me. I was completely dilated. What?! I was not expecting that at all. She asked me if I was ready to start pushing, and I think I just stared at her, haha. A little bit before this, I had started feeling my contractions again, which isn’t supposed to happen when you’re on an epidural. They weren’t hurting, but I could just feel pressure when they started. I also started having some MAJOR pain in a spot on the lower left side of my back. I've never been stabbed, but I think that is probably what it feels like. So before we started the pushing process, they had the anesthesiologist come back in and give me a little extra dose of the epidural. The contractions feelings went away, but unfortunately the back pain just kept getting worse. Ended up being the little mister's head pushing on a nerve in my back. So by that point I was just ready to get him out. They had called my doctor when I was at a 6 and gave her an update, then had to call her 30 minutes later and tell her to hurry up and get to the hospital because this baby was not going to wait on her! The nurse had me start pushing for about 10 minutes before Dr. Motley got there, and quickly saw that Jackson was actually moving himself down, so she had me stop pushing for a while because she was afraid he would come out before the Dr. got there. Thankfully Dr. Motley got there in time, and Jackson arrived after about another 15 minutes of pushing! He was PERFECT. Seven pounds and 19 ½ inches of cuteness wrapped up in an adorable, blond, chubby-cheeked baby boy.