Scheid Party of 8: November 2010

8.23.2010
I went to my regular scheduled doctors appointment and I was 4 cm dilated! My doctor, knowing I wanted to go as naturally as possible during labor said, "I've had a cancellation for an induction tomorrow, first thing in the morning! Do you want to come in and have her?" I was dying to get her out and told him I was tempted and would go home, talk to Sam and call him and let him know within a couple of hours. Well, needless to say we decided to go ahead and just have the baby in less than 24 hours. I started scrambling. I ran tons of errands, got groceries, cleaned house and even hung pictures on the wall. When I went to bed that night I was so wired I didn't even fall asleep til 2 or 3.

8.24.2010
I was so nervous I couldn't believe it. I had had my bag packed for weeks.. Maybe even months. I woke up @ 5am and me and sam left the house. Only, Sam was leaving to fly helicopters and I was leaving to have a baby! My friend kelly took me to the hospital.. From there it went a little something like this:

6am: arrived at hospital, got set up, met my amazing nurses, got an IV (since I tested positive for strep B)

7am: hung out, snuck a granola bar and orange gatorade

7:30am: doc broke my water and checked me.. I was a 4 1/2-5, contractions started

8am: pee in a bed pan (no one told me that since I was required to have an antibiotic drip, I would not be allowed to get out of bed again!) I was stuck!! Continued to sneak food and drink.. I was already starving and totally parched

9am: contractions continued, increased but not regularly.. Most the time I could not tell if I was peeing or having water fall out of me.

10am: the husband finally showed up! I made a decision that if my contractions were not regular I would start pitocin at noon. (This was based solely on the fact that I needed to have the baby at a decent hour so Sam could sleep that night and still fly at 6am the next morning.)

12pm: pitocin, 5 minutes later, BAM!! Regular, painful contractions. With the first and second one I wanted an epidural right then. Sam was a good husband and reminded me that wasn't what I wanted... I threw up orange gatorade all over and had Sam quickly hide the bottle... but continued to sneak gatorade and vitamin water. (I had to have energy to push her out!)

Labor, contractions, about to faint, kept muttering I couldn't do it (which surprisingly helped me through it), I ended up asking to be checked because if I hadn't made significant progress I was possibly going to succumb to the epidural. I was a 9 so they grabbed the doc and...

3:18pm Londyn was born.

Great! I have a baby... AND an episiotomy and tear combined to add up to a 4th degree laceration.. The very WORST you can get. Over 30 minutes later the doc was finished stitching me up. The nurses were shocked at how many stitches he used. He was concerned about blood loss, but I lucked out and didn't need a blood transfusion.

He said we made the right decision because had she been any bigger we would've ended up with a C-section.

Londyn nursed for 90 minutes and this was even before she had a bath or anything. They put her directly on my chest! Just what I wanted! Best little girl in the world. Soo in love!

I couldn't walk on my own or I would fall over! I shook with shivers and chills all night and didn't sleep a wink. The next day we literally had visitors from 9am until 8:30pm and then the 2nd night I still had not slept. The nurses were worried so they made me put Londyn in the nursery for a couple hours. (I had no desire to ever put her in there.)