Couldn't sleep anymore....

I don't know why, it was only about 6:30 on Saturday morning. I kept babbling and babbling to DH, keeping him up when he obviously wanted to go back to sleep.

So, I decided to get up and leave him alone.

I may as well blog and get whats in my brain, out.

First of all, today is Michael's birthday party. This time six years ago, I had been in labour for almost 24 hours. I spent the whole night up dealing with contractions, I had woken Nick up and told him I wanted to go back to the hospital again. We finally got there and checked in at around 11 am. I refused any medication for a long long time. I refused interventions, continuously as I slowly dilated.
The day before when I had first started labour and went in even though it was just beginning because they were going to induce me. I was 3 cms. I had a choice, I could stay there and they could do the induction or go home and let things happen naturally. I went home. When I went back the next day I was five cms. So, 24 hours of labour, 2 cms. And, I had regular contractions that entire time, timeable, regular contractions, getting closer together, the whole nine yards.

So, as I said, I was back at the hospital the next day at around 11 am. I was dilated to 5 cms. I had been in labour since 8:30 the day before. I refused interventions all day long. No drugs, no water breaking, no pitocin, no cervidil. I walked the halls for hours, and hours. Rocked in a rocking chair. Finally, at around 8:00, when I was dilated to 8cms, I agreed to let them break my water, they told me we needed to speed this up for Michaels sake.
That is when the doctor finally discovered Michael was facing the wrong way. Face up. I knew this. I had known this for weeks. I had been asking her, is he facing the right way? She said she couldn't know for sure But, when it came down to it, I knew he wasn't. They had me do some things to try to get him to turn. I think now they were just appeasing me.

At 9:30-10:00, they had 'the talk' with me. My labour had slowed down, the contractions were getting farther apart, , I needed pitocin to kick start things. I told them I wouldn't take the pitocin until they gave me an epidural. LOL I as now dilated to 9. At some point they weren't able to get heart tones reliably through my belly anymore, and they needed to monitor inside. So, now my mobility was limited. (and my labor slowed down even further, what a shock!)

The worst part of my labour was while I was waiting for the epidural guy and getting the epidural. After I got the epi, they brought in a bed for Nick to take a rest, and I tried getting some sleep. After a while, it wore off on half my body, so they had to do up the medication, or redo it, I don't exaclty remember. It was 1:00 in the morning or so.

Finally, at 2:45, the doctor made the call. Labor was slowing down even further. I was still dilated to 9, but Michaels head hadn't dropped at all, he couldn't engage, and just get out. He was starting to show stress from the long labour, his heart rate was going wacky

They woke up Nick, prepped me, and Michael was born at 3:25. 8 lbs 12 ounces, 20 inches tall. I don't remember exactly how big his head was...but it was in the 95%. His apgars were 9 and 10. He was fine. I think he couldn't engage because I cracked my tailbone when I was young, and with his head being big, my tailbone not having as much mobility as it should have, and him facing the wrong way...not the right combo. In the end, it didn't matter. He's here...he's healthy. He's a wonderful, creative, smart, caring, six year old. :)

Six years, I still remember it like it was yesterday. I guess because he's probably the only child I'm ever going to raise I hold onto those memories particulary close. Having had a miscarriage about six weeks ago doesn't help. It was very early, but it was still hard for me.

Anyway, I have a lot to do today. He starts indoor soccer today. For the next 20 weeks, on Saturday mornings he's going to learn soccer skills. After soccer, it's grocery shoppping. (I have to make sure to get the rest of the Thanksgiving stuff)

Then I have to finish his Ben 10 cake. I messed up the light grey icing I needed to make last night, so I have make a new batch. Somehow I ended up with purple icing! I will post pics when I'm done. Then, I have to go to the store and pick up a couple more birthday related things.

Then, it's 4 o'clock for his little party. He's having a friend over we're watching a movie "Honey I shrunk the Kids", then having pizza, cake and presents.

Busy day ahead, no wonder I couldn't sleep!