Acadia June is finally here! Today was one of the best days of our lives! Tied only with our wedding day :-) After 9 months of pregnancy, 1 big move, 1 diagnosis of gestational diabetes, 1 fall down the stairs and 987 trips to the bathroom....Acadia has arrived!
Matti and I went into the hopsital on April 5th (Ella's birthday!) to be induced at 7am. It was a little nerve-wracking...there was a point that Matt had to tell me to sit down and breath while in the hospital, making our way up to labor and delivery! lol! But seriously....he had to ask me to sit and breath, because I was about to have an anxiety attack!
We came prepared for an induction (the Dr. said it could take up to 24 hours for the baby to arrive once the induction began) - books, magazines, movies, candy! There was no way we were going to get bored! We made it up to labor and delivery, and they started me on an IV drip with pitocin. I held my breath and waited....OMG was that a contraction?! Hmmmm. I guess not. OMG! Was that one?! Hmmmm. Nope. This went on throughout the day. My mom and sister made it up to visit shortly after I was induced. We read together and watched SNL and Elf on our laptop.
Finally around 4pm the Dr. decided to break my water. On the Baby Story, the women don't even blink when their water is broken. Ummmm. This was not the case with me! It took about 5 minutes (it actually might have only taken a minute, but it felt like 5) and when she finally did it, I felt a gush and sudden, severe contractions. I told Matti to get my mom and sister, who were in the waiting room, so I could say "goodbye". I had a feeling this was going to be a long night. They came in, and throughout my moaning, sweating and griping the bed, my mom diagnosed me with having contractions. (You think??)
My nurse, who I would have proposed marriage to had Matt not been there, suggested I get into the tub. It was amazing! I labored in the tub for 4 hours before I caved and asked for the epidural. Next time I'm in labor, I think I'm just going to ask for the epidural on the drive to the hospital. The epidural was my best friend. Literally. I took her home with me, and we sometimes go out for drinks together. I went from moaning in the tub and praying the walls were thick enough for no one to hear, to complete comfort!
Around 7pm, they checked me and I was about 2cm. Obviously frustrated, I tried to remain positive, and promptly fell asleep. The Dr. came in to check me again a couple of hours later and I was 5cm. At 2:00am, about 8 doctors/nurses ran in, turning on the lights, putting an oxygen mask on me, rolling me over on my side, and shouting for the OR to be prepped. Shocked and scared, I kept repeating, What is wrong? Is there something wrong with me or the baby? What is going on?? Finally, a midwife from our OB office took my hand and explained to me that the baby's heartrate was dipping and that they needed to moniter him/her. They put an internal moniter in and watched the heartrate, which ended up leveling off. At the time they were putting in the moniter, the Dr. realized that I was 10 cm! Time to push!
I had pushed for about an hour and a half when they told me she was crowning...a few more pushes and her head was out. The Dr. asked me if I wanted to help deliver her. Assuming this would give me a discount on my hospital bill, I agreed. Once her shoulders were out, the Dr. told me to bend down and grab my baby. I reached my hands down and lifted her out of me, which was without a doubt, the single most amazing moment of my life. I don't care how many times you have watched the Baby Story or pictured your birth, nothing, and I mean NOTHING will prepare you for seeing your baby for the first time. There are no words to explain what it feels like to have your baby gently put into your arms for the first time. The way she looks up at you and causes your heart to skip a beat. A piece of my heart was saved just for Acadia and I didn't even realize it until I had her.
My view of the ground right before I went into the hospital...

Our first glimpse...