Preparing for Induction
7:00 p.m.: I began to cry after the nurses showed us to my delivery room. I climbed into my husband's lap (well, as much as I could) and sobbed that I didn't want to do it anymore. The hospital room seemed scary and since I wasn't feeling any pain or discomfort, I had a lot of time to think about what lay ahead.
9:30 p.m.: My introduction to the birthing process involved the painful insertion of cervix-softening Cervadil into my vagina. My nurse told me they would start Pitocin at 6 a.m. and a baby would be born sometime in the afternoon. It still didn't seem real to me that I'd actually leave the hospital with a baby in my arms! How could I? Besides weighing 28 pounds more than normal, I felt fine.
12:30 a.m.: My nurse had given me two sleeping pills around 11 p.m. to help me get some rest. I sat in bed and watched television with my husband, waiting for the drugs to kick in. All of a sudden, I felt a kick and a pop. "I think my water broke," I yelled at my husband, ordering him to the nurse's station. A nurse came in, did a quick exam and sure enough, my water had broken. I began to hope that I might be lucky enough to go into labor on my own, bypassing the need for a full induction.
2 a.m.: Once the sleeping pills kicked in, I fell asleep, prepared for an early morning wake-up call for an IV full of medicine. Instead, I woke up after an hour to the feeling of intense contractions. I had already experienced a few contractions earlier in the night -- the type that show up on monitors but didn't hurt too much. I sat up and grabbed my belly, unsure of what to do. I began to feel scared, which caused me to tense up. Feeling like I had a bad stomachache, I walked to the restroom, monitors in tow, and hunched down on the toilet. I hovered between bathroom and bed, trying to find relief. No matter what I did, nothing seemed to work. It didn't take long for me to beg my nurse for an epidural. Since I was at a small hospital, they didn't have an anesthesiologist on staff in the middle of the night. I was forced to wait for him to come in from home. Since I had only prepared myself for the pain by thinking "epidural," the wait for the drugs seemed like the longest hours of my life.