I had been wanting to go into labor early for weeks. I don't like being pregnant and especially at the end when you are big and hot, no one likes to be pregnant! But I kept having the restless leg syndrome and was so tired and just wanted to get things rolling! So I kept telling myself I needed to go into labor! On Monday the 14th I had an apt and when I was walking in to the apt, I fell off the curb and sprained my ankle! Poor Monroe! I asked to be induced and since I would be 39 weeks on Saturday the 19th, we scheduled it. I wasn't progressed as far as being dilated, but I was thinning out. So that was a good sign. I didn't want to go into labor on the 15th because a few Moberly's were already born on that day. So I was hoping to go into labor on the 16! Well I woke up at 3am on the 16th to my contractions getting MUCH stronger. I had been having contractions for weeks and weeks but not like those. I was breathing through them but they started getting stronger and closer together. I didn't want to get my hopes up and tell Jesse to stay home. But I was pretty sure I was in early labor! So Jesse went into work to do a few things before coming home and he called his mom to see if she could come get Violet. Well he got home at 11 am and my contractions started slowing. They started getting more inconsistent and less often. So we went on a walk to try to get things going. Jesse and Violet played at the park while I walked around the park. I was breathing through a few contractions. But I was really disappointed because I could tell labor was stopping. Well fast forward to afternoon and Jesse's mom came and got Violet around 4pm. I started crying because I knew that was the last time I would see her before she became a big sister! After she left I just started cleaning and getting last minute things done. I gave Jesse a haircut and was breathing through contractions during his haircut. I went to lay down because I was so tired from all day having contractions and not sleeping the night before. But the contractions were too strong that I couldn't rest. I was rolling to the floor right when I would feel one coming on. And have a contraction on all fours. At midnight, I couldn't take it anymore. I was so tired from not sleeping, but didn't think my contractions were strong enough to be in active labor. But I told Jesse I wanted to go to labor and delivery anyway.
The car ride sucked, having contractions the whole way. But they were about 5-10 minutes apart. So it wasn't very often. We got there and had to wait for the midwife to come and check me. I was having contractions the whole time we waited. And they were getting stronger. I was having back labor this time around. It was in my stomach, low back and thighs! When she came in, around 3am on the 17th I was only at a 3 1/2 and about 80% efaced. She said I could walk around a bit and come back or they could give me some pain medication and I could try and get some sleep. Jesse thought I should try to rest. So we took that option. Well after she checked me, the contractions got MUCH stronger and I was in a lot of pain! But once they gave me the pain meds i got pretty nauseated and my contractions essentially stopped. I tried to sleep but really couldn't. Who can sleep in the hospital anyway?! I rested until about 9:30am when the midwife came in to check me. She said I probably hasn't progressed since I hadn't had anymore contractions. Well when she checked me, I was at a 5. I thought I had progressed a little bit because after the first midwife checked me, I had a bunch of contractions that were much more intense! After she checked, she said lets have a baby today! I was so happy! So we got admitted and I was hesitant to have the epidural because with Violet, the epidural slowed my labor A LOT! But I wanted it anyway. So I got the epidural at about 11am and she said we would have the baby by dinner. The epidural was completely numbing one side on my body and not the other. It was driving me crazy! I asked the anesthesioligist to fix it and they just numbed my other side way too much! So annoying! My contractions were still pretty inconsistent. So they started me on pitocin. The midwife said since it was my second baby, once my water broke, that things would go really quick. But I didn't believe her. Lol. I continued on pitocin for a few hours. At 3pm I was only at a 6 1/2. So they raised the pitocin levels up. And my water broke at 4:45pm. I felt it pop so I called the nurse in and she had the other nurse come in and set up the birthing tray and table. I was like seriously?? Already? No way it can go that fast! Boy was I wrong. She checked me and I was still at a 6 1/2. Then she checked me during my next contraction and said I was at a 9 1/2!! What?????? I started feeling a lot of pressure and like I need to poop. Before 5 I already was asking to push and they told me to wait. At 5 I started pushing. I pushed a total of 3 times for 9 minutes and she was born. They could see her head after the first push! It was so much easier this time around! The nurse counted for me and held one of my legs while Jesse held the other. It was SUCH a better experience!
Monroe was so beautiful! She immediately laid on me and stopped crying. She was so alert just like Violet. They let me do skin to skin with her for over two hours and she latched on as well. It was a little painful but she did and I was in heaven! Such a better experience than with Violet!
Violet got there with Maga at about 7:30 and met her sister. We hadn't even left the birthing room yet. She was a little sad and missed Jesse and I. And also didn't like me being in the hospital. She loved holding her sister though and it totally melted my heart! When Violet left, I cried again. I've never been away from her that long. And I know Violet much better than I knew Monroe! I missed my other baby! But once she left I just soaked up Monroe. She was so tiny and so perfect. She had a hard time latching and did not want to eat. She just wanted to sleep. I was so worried about her but the lactation consultants were busy and not very helpful. So when we were about to leave and getting discharged about 24hours later. A lactation consultant came in and basically asked us to stay to make sure things were going well. I was disappointed and that night was not fun for me at all. I had some very aggressive people coming in and out trying to force Monroe to wake up and eat and I was so mad! I wanted to go home at 2 am. But we waited until the next evening and came home with expressed breast milk and we're feeling her with the tube and syringe with our finger. She latched on a week later. And a great lactation consultant found that she was lip and tongue tied. So she got the procedure at 18 days old. She was just over two weeks. It's been a bit of a process. But she is now exclusively breastfed and I coundnt be happier about that. I am so thankful for her breastfeeding! It is so much easier than pumping. I love her so much! I will post about her and our breastfeeding journey later!
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