Now that I have a bit more time (since Abby occassionally gets in some good sleep time during the day), I thought it was time to share the story of Abigail's arrival. Please note: this post contains details of my labor, so it's not for the squeamish!
As was detailed in my post of
September 11th, Dr. Siegel told Carey and I to head to the hospital around 9:00 pm to begin the induction of my labor. Bart was nice enough to drive us to the hospital, and we were checked in and in my delivery suite by 9:45 pm. After changing into one of the incredibly fashionable hospital nightgowns, I was visited by the on-call doctor, who explained what was going to happen. The first part of my induction would begin around 10:00 pm, with the insertion of Cervidil into my vagina. The Cervidil would soften my cervix and prepare it for delivery. The doctor said that it could lead to some cramping, but that would really be the only side effect. Lucky for me, there was no cramping, and I managed to get in a few hours of sleep that night. I woke up around 6:00 am on Friday and was feeling fine. The doctor came back around 7:45 am and removed the Cervidil. I was still at about 4 centimeters dilated. So, at that time he also broke my water and told the nurse to start me on Pitocin, which would bring on my contractions.

My Pitocin drip was started around 9:00 am, and I began feeling some discomfort shortly thereafter. I asked the nurse if she thought these were contractions (how the heck would I know what a contraction felt like???), and she said it was probably just cramping from the Cervidil. Over the next hour and a half, the supposed "cramps" got worse and closer together, so I asked Carey to locate the nurse to discuss some pain relief options. Well, when the nurse returned to the room to check my cervix, I was 9 centimeters dilated and having regular contractions. The measures taken by the hospital staff had worked very quickly!!
It was also at this point that we had a little scare from Abby. I had spent the entire morning on my back, so I asked the nurse if there was a different position that I could use that might lessen the pain. She said that I could roll over onto my left side. At that point, the external fetal monitor (which was strapped to my stomach) lost Abigail's heartbeat. I think that
my heart stopped at that point. The nurse called the doctor in, and an internal fetal monitor was attached to Abigail's scalp. Her heartbeat was picked up right away, and the nurse assured us that Abby was fine. In all likelihood, when I rolled over onto my side, either the external fetal monitor or Abigail probably shifted, so the monitor lost Abby's heartbeat. Abby showed no signs of distress either before or after the incident, so it seems that everything was okay.
It was about another 30 minutes before the anesthesiologist was able to come to my room, so finally, at around 11:00 am, I received an epidural. (By that time, I was in extreme pain and was probably close to breaking the bed rails during my contractions...) Because I was so far along, the anesthesiologist did not hook my epidural up to a drip; he simply gave me the initial shot and left the tubing in my spine, just in case I should need additional medication. The hospital staff thought, because I had progressed so quickly, that Abigail might be joining us before lunch. But, as Abigail had taught me throughout my pregnancy, nothing goes as planned... The epidural not only dulled the pain of my contractions, it slowed them down slightly and put me to sleep. I slept until around 12:15 pm.

When I woke up, my nurse said that I should let her know if I felt any pressure, because that would signify that it was time for me to start pushing. Well, I told Lynn (my nurse) that I was feeling pressure. She said that it was probably too soon, but she checked my cervix anyway. Well, I was completely dilated and the baby's head was very low. So, we began pushing at around 12:30 pm.
The process of pushing was very hard, and it felt like I wasn't getting anywhere. To motivate me, Lynn moved a mirror to the foot of my bed so I could see Abigail's head when I was pushing. It was very frustrating to see her head appear, just for it to return to the birth canal when I took a break between pushes. I pushed for a little over an hour and made very little progress. It was at this time that my epidural wore off, and I was experiencing quite a bit of pain. The anesthesiologist was called back and administered another dose of pain medication. The nurse called the doctor back in my room, so I became a little concerned. She then explained to me that the doctor was going to check Abby's position. Even though she was head down, Lynn wasn't sure if Abby was facing up (face toward the sky) like she should be. Dr. Wagner, who delivered Abby, came in and rotated her slightly. This was around 1:35 pm.
After Dr. Wagner repositioned Abby, the process moved very quickly. He had just left the room when Lynn called him back in. When I saw him donning his scrubs, I knew that Abby's arrival was imminent! A few more good pushes, and Abigail's entire head was out, quickly followed by her shoulders and then the rest of her cute little self at 1:58 pm. The moment when the nurses put her on my chest was probably the most amazing moment of my life. To finally be able to hold the little person who had been growing inside of me for the past 9 months was overwhelming. I just kept touching her and saying "Oh my God!" I completely understand why people say that babies are miracles. At that point, I truly felt like God had sent down one of his little angels and blessed me with her care. Amazing.

By this point, the second dose of my epidural had pretty much worn off. So, as Dr. Wagner helped to deliver my placenta, I felt every push and poke. It was at this time that the doctor told me that, while they had planned to perform an episiotomy to ease Abby's birth, she came too quickly after he repositioned her. He wasn't able to perform the episiotomy before I tore. So, he had to repair the tear, which was pretty painful, considering that my pain medication had worn off. (I felt like such a wimp. I'd just delivered a baby, and yet I kept saying "ouch" when Dr. Wagner was stitching me up...) So, stitched up and incredibly tired, I was able to see Abigail one more time before she was taken to the nursery, accompanied by Carey. (At one point, after Abby was born and while Dr. Wagner was stitching me up, Carey came over to my bed to make sure I was okay. I practically bit his head off. "I'll be fine! Stay with Abigail to make sure she's okay!!" Luckily for me, Carey is an understanding, wonderful husband, so he gave me a kiss and went back over to watch the nurses check on Abigail. I don't think he's holding that outburst against me...)

In the hallway between the Labor & Delivery wing and the Nursery is a button that all new fathers are invited to push. It plays Brahms lullaby throughout the hospital, signalling the birth of a new baby. I had just been stitched up and cleaned up, and as I drifted off to sleep, I heard the lullaby playing, signalling the birth of my beautiful baby girl. I'm pretty sure I had a smile on my face. :-)

At around 3:30 pm, I was moved to the Maternity wing, where I'd stay for the next two days. Originally, I was put into a double room, which I had to share the first night with a woman who'd had a C-Section. (They moved her in around1:00 am on Saturday, and from the conversations Carey had with her husband, she had a very difficult delivery. She'd tried pushing for 6 hours, but the baby's head never dropped, so her doctor performed a C-Section. It made me feel very lucky that Abigail's delivery was so smooth.) On Saturday morning, a single room opened up, so I was moved into my own room, which was great.
The doctors checked in on Abigail on Saturday and Sunday morning, and although she had lost some weight (3 ounces the first day and 5 ounces the second day) and did have some jaundice, they gave us the go ahead to go home. Hooray! So, Carey and I brought our little miracle home.

The past six weeks have been an amazing roller coaster. Carey and I have laughed and cried, but mostly, we have been thankful for the blessing that God has granted us. Each day, Abigail does something new or has a new experience that we can share together. Being a mother has been the hardest thing I've ever done, and I know that so many challenges await me as Abby continues to grow up. But I can't imagine my life without my little munchkin. :-)