June 19, 2014 at 5 a.m I was scheduled for what was considered an elective induction. At 30ish I had begun having mild contractions that sometimes were easy to stop with basic Tylenol but as the date got closer and closer it became more difficult. The last two 2-3 weeks I had them all night long, so I elected to go in after he was 39 1/2 weeks.
Tommy and I got to the hospital, filled out all of thepaperwork and were ready to go. Oh, I have an extremely anterior cervix which was the cause for a lot of the pain. Anyway, we started the potosin (I'm sure that's spelled wrong). I had to use it with the birth of Angelus too because my water broke and nothing else happened for a while...a long while, actually. I didn't have much of a problem with it. I didn't really this time either. My contractions were 2-3 minutes apart from the moment we got there. It just took a while for me to thin out and dialate where I needed to be. Around 4:45 or so it was time to start pushing. I had asked for pain meds but not an epidural, I hadn't got to the point where I thought I needed it. They gave me 1mg of stadol which worked just fine for the pain and a little longer on me than it does most people. 2mg would've been too much. Not because I am extra tough to pain or anything, but because I rarely ever take medicine of any kind so it has a pretty dramatic effect on me. Back to where I was at. I started pushing and our little guy just wasn't coming out. He was face up (my other two were as well, and I was still able to have them natural). After pushing a little over 2hours the doctor started talking about using forceps. Tommy and I both were very uncomfortable with that. So we trued to continue to do it without any help a little longer. My blood vessels in my eyes ruptured from pushing so hard...but after just a little longer, everytime I had a contraction Harlow's heart rate went down. So, we needed an emergency c-section. He was face up and the cord was wrapped around his neck. While they were getting the operating room prepped I was continuing to have contractions but during the whole process I never thought I needed an epidural so Tommy wasn't allow4d back during the surgery as I had to be put under general anesthesia. It took longer to stitch me up as I had a lot of damage to my insides and it took longer to repair it. This was the first surgery I'd ever had and the first time I ever had to have any kind of anesthesia. I woke up and they told me they had taken Harlow to the nursery and he was crying the whole way. That was music to my ears. I then asked if I could see Tommy. Tommy was in the room waiting for me. The Doctor did say that Harlow was just as we suspected, face up with the cord wrapped around his neck. Tommy and I are more than convinced that the forceps would have been not a good decision for us.
This may also sound a tad crazy, but a little after they had me start pushing I saw whst I would call an angel every time I closed my eyes. It was a man wearing blue jeans, no shirt, had a couple of tattoos on him (but I can't describe those). He has long silver wings and short blonde hair. Every time it was time to push he seemed to mske the room glow yo me. When it was decided that an emergency c-section needed to be performed and I was on my way out of that room into the operating room I could've swore I saw him turn around and leave the room. Not in a bad way, but in a very comforting way.
That is my story as best as I can remember all of the details. I'm so glad to have Harlow here with his fantastic brother, sister, and Dad. I am one blessed lady.
