Well I'll start out by saying I was due April 4th and how it flew on by with no baby appearance. I went to the ER Friday afternoon, April 10th, for high blood pressure. After being monitored for several hours my doctor sent me home after scheduling me to come back Sunday evening for induction. Yay! I thought sarcastically, since I had read and heard that most inductions lead to c-sections. I had wanted a natural birth with no epidural or any drugs for that matter. But it seemed that wasn't in the cards for me.
We went in Sunday evening and I was given cervadil (not sure how to spell) and put on an all liquid diet. Boo..... Monday morning they started the pitocin. My doctor came in around noon to check to see if I dilated at all. Ha..... not even close to 1 cm. So they stopped the pitocin in the afternoon and the doctor came back to give me another cervadil. The nurse explained to us that usually the second day of pitocin has more of an effect. Tuesday morning the doctor came in took the cervadil out and my cervix had softened some more. They began the pitocin and we began to wait. Mind you I'm still on a liquid diet. Blah.... Noon thirty rolled around and my doctor came back to check on me. There was no good news this time. Doctor said my cervix became long and had not progressed any further. He said we can do a c-section this afternoon or we can do another day of pitocin but suggested the c-section would be more ideal since the third day of pitocin could cause complications. As soon as he mentioned c-section I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. As soon as the doctor and nurse left I began to bawl my eyes out. They say not to feel discouraged if it leads to this or to feel like you had failed on your beginning of motherhood. However, its easy to say these things than to actually be comforted by them. I was more scared of the epidural and the outcome of the c-section. I wanted what most women don't want to feel I wanted to know that I was the one that brought my baby into this world not just the doctor. I soon got over my somewhat selfish feelings and agreed to the c-section. They began prepping me around 1 and was soon thereafter moved to the waiting area for my turn to be cut into. I guess it must of been around 230 when I was moved to the operating room, how unsettlingly bright of a room it was. They began the epidural process and I guess that's when I became a little tense. What a horrible experience. It felt like they were repeatedly sticking me in the same area or just moving the needle around inside my back. I felt a horrible twinge down my left side of my back that made me want to jump clean off the table and knock down everyone in my way. At 255 pm on April 14 my son, Bailey Floyd Hoffman, was born weighing in at 6lbs 6oz. measuring 20 inches long. I briefly got to see him and then he was whisked away to the nursery with his daddy. They sewed me back up and sent me to recovery. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I worked earnestly to get my legs to move so they would let me go back to my room so I could see my son. I don't know how long it was but it felt like eternity until I finally got to see him. I remember holding him and seeing his face for the first time and was in awe thinking that me and my boyfriend made this beautiful little boy. All in all I was dissappointed in the method of his arrival but overwhelmed with joy that he had finally arrived.