When my doctor came to talk to me about Lincoln passing, he gave me the option to come back in a day or two. But I wanted to start the process as soon as possible. We had options on what we wanted to do. We could induce labor or we could go in surgically but it would be another scar on my uterus, which would add even more danger to possible future vaginal deliveries as well was be a recovery from surgery.
By 8:50 am on Wednesday October 23rd, I was walking to a hospital room. Chris had left to take the kids home and grab stuff for us while we stayed and waited for our baby. My doctor and the nurses explained to me that with labors like this one, you generally feel nothing or very little and then all of a sudden it gets really intense and your child is born.
While Chris was gone they took my vitals, placed and IV and took 16 vials of blood to test everything. I didn’t want to place the pill until he got back because I wasn’t sure how long it would take and neither was the doctor. He said it could take 6 hours, 18 or even more.
I was induced using cytotec. 100 mg pill every six hours under my cervix. Luckily my cervix was low. It was shut tight but low. And for those first 6 hours, I felt nothing. Not a contraction or even a twinge of anything. It was a waiting game and it sucked. Sitting there for all the time that we did and knowing our child couldn’t possibly come home with us was heartbreaking.
The second dose came and went much of the same way. Luckily now I was able to eat as well. I was originally told I couldn’t eat or drink(besides water) but my doctor said he was confident that this would end as a vaginal delivery so I was allowed a normal diet. By the time I got food it had been over 9 hours since I had last eaten. I couldn’t even finish the bread bowl though. But that was okay.
Sleep evaded me. I was tired. Worn out really from the one and off crying all day. Chris’s mom came to visit us and chatted for a bit. Sleep finally found me about 20 minutes after she got there. Unfortunately, I was woken at 1 am to place another dose. I went back to sleep for a couple hours and was up again at 4 am. I walked around the room a little. My butt was sore from sitting so much.
I sat in a chair across from my bed. Of course it had to be that time, while I was awake that a laboring mother came into the room next to ours and I got to hear her babies heartbeat. Hearing the whoosh whoosh whoosh was hard. It was worse than hard. I broke down again. I couldn’t make myself go back to my bed though and just turn the TV on to drown out the noise. I had to sit there and listen. Eventually after picking up the heartbeat, they turned to sound down. I moved back to my bed and watched some shows on the kindle. It kept me occupied until Chris woke up with me at 6:30.