Weston - Part 2

I am terrible at keeping track of the time and therefore don't remember exactly when things happened. After receiving the epidural and repeatedly saying "epidurals are SO amazing" to David - (poor guy) the doctor on call came in and broke my water. The nurse checked me and things were progressing. I was propped up on my left side to help with blood flow for the little guy. An hour or so later I started to realize that I could feel my right leg pretty well. I didn't want to be a wimp or complain too much so I didn't say anything. After what I think may have been an hour and not only the feeling returning to my leg but now I was feeling lots of pressure and contractions on only the right side I finally said something. (My left side was deader than dead and my right side was feeling everything!)

 Due to being propped on one side my epidural was only working on that side of my body and it did NOT feel good. I had my button to give myself more pain meds but I remember not wanting to push it because I wanted to at least have control of my legs when it came time to push. To make a long story short I finally pushed the button twice and they had to come give me a little more. 

Once I was nice and juiced up I couldn't feel ANYTHING. I was bummed but was thankful that I wasn't in pain. Sometime between 6 & 7pm I was dilated to a 10 and they had called the doctor. The nurse had me start pushing to practice and help the baby descend before the Dr. Wilkes arrived. While pushing I started to notice the feeling coming back into my legs. I was so glad! I wanted to be able to feel a little and hopefully be up and walking pretty quickly after having him. I pushed for what I think was about an hour and by the time my doctor arrived I was feeling more than I wanted to again. I had pushed my little button but wasn't getting any relief. By this time it was shift change and there were a bunch of new nurses, my doctor and David rooting me on and coaching my pushing. I was feeling way too much and kept asking about my epidural. The pressure was NUTS! I was feeling SO thirsty and nauseous with every push. I felt like a lot was happening really quickly. I kept pushing. The anesthesiologist finally came and gave me more epidural - the bag had ran out and no one noticed! My doctor had said that the baby wasn't descending and that he was probably face up. He said that he wanted to try the vacuum and if it didn't work we'd have to do another c-section. 

By now I am exhausted and glad that I can't feel anything but bummed at the thought of a c-section. As we get ready to start pushing with the help of the vacuum David gets a little teary-eyed. He was very concerned about Wes and I. He had been my rock telling me that I was doing so great and that he could see the baby and to keep pushing he was almost there! He was really unsure about the vacuum and how it would effect the baby and I. Doctor Wilkes asked if he was alright and he quickly composed himself. We were ready to push this baby out.

I pushed with the help of the vacuum while David cheered me on. But to no avail the little guy would come down but not far enough. Dr. Wilkes let the staff know that we needed to prep for surgery. The nurses were coming in and out quickly and the memories of my first c-section came flooding back. They administered a few different things through my IV and gave me a "tasty" sour drink (this is to keep the stomach acids etc. down while in surgery) before heading down to the OR. (It actually wasn't too bad. I remember telling the nurse "It's a good thing I like sour stuff!")

Before they took me into the operating room I had to tell David good bye for a few minutes while they finished getting the room and myself prepped for surgery. I could tell he was concerned and I was a little scared to leave him. (I love that guy SO much!)

My body was pretty numb when we got into the room where we would be meeting our little guy for the first time. I remember feeling so excited that we were FINALLY going to meet him! They asked if I had enough strength to help move myself from the bed I was in onto the operating table. I felt so funny trying to move but I did it and I didn't think I could! While laying there waiting for things to move along I remember feeling like the process was taking FOREVER. I was so exhausted. I had already stared to get the shakes and my jaw was chattering. One of best parts of this surgery (I know! There's a best part? What!? I must be crazy...) is when they place warm blankets across your arms that are stretched out along armrests. For some reason this always feels so good and comforting. They hung up the curtain so I couldn't see anything and the anesthesiologist gave me a lot of juice to make me feel nice and extra numb. By this time David was finally able to come into the room. He waited by my head holding my hand as we anticipated the arrival of our son.

After feeling like an eternity had passed by I finally heard his little cry for the first time. There is nothing in this world like hearing your baby for the first time. Nothing.

Dr. Wilkes held the little guy over curtain so I could see him. He was finally here!!!!!!

They wrapped him up and brought him around to where I could see him. (David is able to watch everything if he wanted as the curtain isn't too high.) The nurse held him next to my face so that I could kiss his sweet little cheeks.

 They asked David if he would like to take him and he jumped as soon as they asked.

We are so in love with our little boy!!!

Weston Pierce Carter
Born 2.13.15
8:56 pm
7 Pounds 11 Ounces
20 Inches Long

This was the view from my bed. Heaven