9.26.2012
3:13 p.m.
5lbs 12oz 17.34 in
3:13 p.m.
5lbs 12oz 17.34 in
Of course I’m going to blog about the birthday of the newest addition to the Wilkins family. And since I can’t think of a proper segue into it, here it is.
On Sunday morning I woke up and thought I had peed my pants. So rather than tell that to Jason and let him tell everyone including the youth at church, I kept it a secret. Just between me and Evan who apparently was pressing on my bladder so hard I wet the bed. But no! Come to find out, my water broke. I found this out because I called the hospital to let them know I might be coming in, not because I peed the bed but because I thought my water broke or sprung a leak. While on the phone with the nurse though, I told her I had just gotten up and I stank and asked if I was allowed to shower before coming in. What I didn’t want to tell her was that I wanted to shower and do my hair. I was not going to have a nappy head when that newborn mommy baby shot was headed in my direction, you know? She said yes go ahead and shower and I figured it was because she was the nurse on call and didn’t want to smell me when I came in. So I showered and curled my hair and Jason took me to the hospital because he’s a good husband.
I wasn’t in any pain, so I was shocked to learn I was having contractions that were 4 minutes apart. The nurse was shocked as well and the GUY doctor who was on call that was not my doctor told her to get me started on Pitocin because the test came back positive that my water had indeed broke. But that word broke doesn’t sound right being used that way in that sentence. I told the nurse that Pitocin was not necessary because I did not mind that I was not in pain. She didn’t listen to me, she listened to the doctor. I wish I had a badge, I would have flashed a badge and told her hold the Pitocin! By now only a couple of hours had gone by and the nurse seemed to think Evan would come by early Monday morning. Bleh!
I got moved to the delivery room where she started the Pitocin and soon my contractions were about 2 minutes apart but I still didn’t know I was having them, which I still didn’t mind. The nurse told the doctor said I could have an epidural any time I wanted so I decided I liked him. Even if he was a guy. I was only 2cm dilated so I was annoyed but happy to be pain free. Then the nurse came to check on me because she said she saw on her monitor that something was happening and she thought the baby had moved down quite a bit. Then I started feeling mild discomfort and told her so and decided to go ahead and get that epidural because I didn’t want the anesthesiologist out to lunch if pain were to hit. She told me she would go get him and then came back and said she got hijacked by some lady who claimed to be a OBGYN that said to tell me to hold off if I could because I was only 2cm and blah blah and I said okay I’ll try but I’m not happy about it. The next time she came to the room I said I wanted the epidural so she said she’d go get him. I was still only in mild discomfort but I was panicked that at any moment I would have pain and wouldn’t like it. She came back and said the epidural man was on his way. I said he must be walking and not jogging like I’d expect. He came in, gave me the epidural and instantly I was itchy all over. The mild pain had subsided only a tad though and I thought perhaps one minute was not enough time to expect it to kick in. About 20 minutes later the doctor came in and said I actually came to check on someone else, but I saw her monitor and something is going on, I think we should check her. The next thing I know the doctor said the baby is coming and is scrambling for the chair and to get the delivery table I’m on set up and I’m in severe pain! I asked where the stinking epidural was because I didn’t need it in my brain! I needed it where the baby was headed out! Then I had to push and he said no so I didn’t but Evan was coming without my help and I pushed there he was. Like seriously, 2 pushes. 2 stinking painful pushes. Then I felt another pain to which I said out loud “What are you doing? I disapprove”! And the doctor said, I’m very sorry but I have to deliver the placenta. And I said oh, that will be acceptable.
So I had a 2nd degree tear and an episiotomy. I didn’t approve of those either but I felt bad for yelling at the doctor so I didn’t say anything. Although I did ask if since the good doc was making about $25,000 off the 5 minutes of my pushing time... would he go ahead and do a bit of a nip and tuck. No I didn't really ask him that. BUT, my little Evan Robert was born and I’ve been smitten ever since.
Now for pictures:
This is of course before the Pitocin pain kicked in and the anti-epidural medicine was not needed and I thought I had good hair.
I did it! Yay me.
Daddy did a good job too. Talking me through the panicked state I was in while feeling pain. -Speaking of which, this is a shout out to my sister Bobbie who prayed that I'd give birth like the Hebrew women of the Bible. I think they would have been jealous.
On Sunday morning I woke up and thought I had peed my pants. So rather than tell that to Jason and let him tell everyone including the youth at church, I kept it a secret. Just between me and Evan who apparently was pressing on my bladder so hard I wet the bed. But no! Come to find out, my water broke. I found this out because I called the hospital to let them know I might be coming in, not because I peed the bed but because I thought my water broke or sprung a leak. While on the phone with the nurse though, I told her I had just gotten up and I stank and asked if I was allowed to shower before coming in. What I didn’t want to tell her was that I wanted to shower and do my hair. I was not going to have a nappy head when that newborn mommy baby shot was headed in my direction, you know? She said yes go ahead and shower and I figured it was because she was the nurse on call and didn’t want to smell me when I came in. So I showered and curled my hair and Jason took me to the hospital because he’s a good husband.
I wasn’t in any pain, so I was shocked to learn I was having contractions that were 4 minutes apart. The nurse was shocked as well and the GUY doctor who was on call that was not my doctor told her to get me started on Pitocin because the test came back positive that my water had indeed broke. But that word broke doesn’t sound right being used that way in that sentence. I told the nurse that Pitocin was not necessary because I did not mind that I was not in pain. She didn’t listen to me, she listened to the doctor. I wish I had a badge, I would have flashed a badge and told her hold the Pitocin! By now only a couple of hours had gone by and the nurse seemed to think Evan would come by early Monday morning. Bleh!
I got moved to the delivery room where she started the Pitocin and soon my contractions were about 2 minutes apart but I still didn’t know I was having them, which I still didn’t mind. The nurse told the doctor said I could have an epidural any time I wanted so I decided I liked him. Even if he was a guy. I was only 2cm dilated so I was annoyed but happy to be pain free. Then the nurse came to check on me because she said she saw on her monitor that something was happening and she thought the baby had moved down quite a bit. Then I started feeling mild discomfort and told her so and decided to go ahead and get that epidural because I didn’t want the anesthesiologist out to lunch if pain were to hit. She told me she would go get him and then came back and said she got hijacked by some lady who claimed to be a OBGYN that said to tell me to hold off if I could because I was only 2cm and blah blah and I said okay I’ll try but I’m not happy about it. The next time she came to the room I said I wanted the epidural so she said she’d go get him. I was still only in mild discomfort but I was panicked that at any moment I would have pain and wouldn’t like it. She came back and said the epidural man was on his way. I said he must be walking and not jogging like I’d expect. He came in, gave me the epidural and instantly I was itchy all over. The mild pain had subsided only a tad though and I thought perhaps one minute was not enough time to expect it to kick in. About 20 minutes later the doctor came in and said I actually came to check on someone else, but I saw her monitor and something is going on, I think we should check her. The next thing I know the doctor said the baby is coming and is scrambling for the chair and to get the delivery table I’m on set up and I’m in severe pain! I asked where the stinking epidural was because I didn’t need it in my brain! I needed it where the baby was headed out! Then I had to push and he said no so I didn’t but Evan was coming without my help and I pushed there he was. Like seriously, 2 pushes. 2 stinking painful pushes. Then I felt another pain to which I said out loud “What are you doing? I disapprove”! And the doctor said, I’m very sorry but I have to deliver the placenta. And I said oh, that will be acceptable.
So I had a 2nd degree tear and an episiotomy. I didn’t approve of those either but I felt bad for yelling at the doctor so I didn’t say anything. Although I did ask if since the good doc was making about $25,000 off the 5 minutes of my pushing time... would he go ahead and do a bit of a nip and tuck. No I didn't really ask him that. BUT, my little Evan Robert was born and I’ve been smitten ever since.
Now for pictures:
This is of course before the Pitocin pain kicked in and the anti-epidural medicine was not needed and I thought I had good hair.
First bath. Hmm. He looks how I felt while I was in labor.
...P.S. At least one of us got a nap.
3 comments:
To my favortie Daugther in law,
I forgot how much I missed reading your blogs. Your word for word account before and after little Evan's birth is priceless! You expressed yourself so well. I told you girl, you need to write books.
Looking foward to reading many more of you comments!
P.S. You did have a good hair day.
You DID have great hair, Joy, way to go!! Most can manage good hair or childbirth, not too many can do both well at the same time, Hebrew Woman! Great tale you have told, Congratulations to all of you. Love, Aunt B-
congratulations! i can't believe evan was only 5 lbs. you do realize my babies are seriously born almost twice that! i just can't even imagine such an itty baby! congrats again, i hope you're all doing well adjusting to life as a family of four! :)
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