Today I was planning on where to take my pregnancy pictures for 39 weeks and what happens...My water breaks around 7am. We go to the hospital around 8:15am, after my mom gets to our house to spend the day with Noah. I really wanted to stay out of bed as much as possible, but Ava wasn't impressed with the labor situation. On the monitor she didn't look very good. Right before 11am I got my epidural, not because I really needed it, but because I was stuck in bed, couldn't move much, and both CRNAs were going to be in surgery until 1pm. Around 1pm, I got the c-section talk, because despite turning side to side, lots and lots of IV fluids (especially sugar water), and oxygen, Ava's heart rate never improved from the flat variability and lack of accels. My nurse and Dr. walked out of the room, to call in the appropriate team for c-section. I prayed and cried, while they were out. Then, shortly after they left, they came back in because Ava's heart rate was the best that it had been all day, so the c-section was called off. I prayed again that everything would hurry up, and she would come in the normal fashion. Shortly after the c-section was called off, my epidural started to wear off, but I didn't want to press my button for fear her heart rate would be bad again. So I spent some time laying in the position her heart rate was good in, and felt ALL the contractions. It sucked! My nurse asked me if I could get into hands and knees to speed up the process. So I did. I wasn't in that position for more than 15 minutes when I started feeling "pressure" to push. So I rolled to my back, had a few contractions while we waited for the Dr. to come back, and then after 2 pushes Ava Leigh was born. It was a bit of a stressful experience for ALL involved parties (including my Dr. and nurse). It wasn't a fetal heart monitoring strip I would wanted to look at for hours on end at work. But it turned out great and we have a healthy mom and healthy baby!!
