So I will type as long as I can and as long as she will let me and then I will try to come back and fill you in more on what we have missed since we have been apart.
So...here is the story of the tumultuous entrance of Miss Evelynn Ann:
Everyone remembers that Monday, March 1st, I slipped on a patch of ice walking into work (my first time at work in over a week) and landed flat on my stomach, right on top of Evelynn. I promptly had a complete meltdown and spent the next hour calling the nurses line, calling my husband and family, fighting off my work's call an ambulance policy, and then being rushed to the hospital by my awesome co-worker Mel. Seth met us at the door of the hospital with the world's biggest wheelchair and forced me to ride in it even though I could walk just fine and the giant butt wheelchair was super embarrassing. When I got to Labor and Delivery, I spent the next four hours being monitored at the hospital. While there, the nice nurse went ahead and got all my admittance questions and paperwork started for when I did actually deliver. I had a couple of mild contractions, nothing new. Med students came in and told me that because my blood pressure wouldn't go down, they were going to send someone in to take my blood and run some blood work on me. They sent in a big black lady who looked uber scary. I asked her if she was good at her job because I was afraid of needles and she shrugged her shoulders and said "I dunno" Seriously. That happened. I looked at Seth with giant eyes and he kissed my hand and told me to look at him. On the bright side, she was good at her job, but honestly, her response could have been more reassuring. We got the blood work back and it was decided that I would spend the next 24 hours peeing in a jug to see if my urine had protein in it. I went home and was put on bed rest until I was done peeing in a jug.
At first peeing in a jug seems like cake. They give you this thing called a "hat" that you put in the toilet and you just pour your pee into the hat when you are done. But it's not that fun. You have to keep your jug-o-pee in the refrigerator. It has to be cool at all times. Also you have to wash your hat out after every use. Pregnant ladies pee a lot. So in the middle of the night, I would have to trudge out to the kitchen, get my jug-o-pee and hat and go the bathroom, go back to the kitchen, wash the hat and put the jug away and then sanitize the sink. Also no one laid out the rules of the pee, like what do I do when I have to poop? I pee when I poop, but I really was not about to poop in the hat and strain the pee. No thanks. I skipped the pooping pee.
Two jug-o-pee's later, I called my brother and had him take me to UNMC to drop off my pee. Of course the lady who took my pee was the same lady from the blood draw the day before. She couldn't believe that I remembered her. I really wanted to tell her you don't tend to forget someone who scares the willies out of you.
They told me they would have the results to my doctor in 24 hours, which I've learned, usually means I will find out what's going on by my next appointment. Jesse and I decided to go get some Pepperjax. I ate the biggest burrito ever that day, the lady was super generous with my toppings. I was pretty excited and didn't even finish the whole thing. Jesse took me to pick up some prescriptions I had waiting and then dropped me off at home. I settled in on the couch when Seth called and asked me to call the doctor's office and make sure they sent in their part of the paperwork for his FMLA. I called the office but got the nurses line answering machine. I left a message. Around 3 o'clock I got a phone call from the office, assuming that it was the nurses calling me back, I answered. It was my doctor. I thought, this is weird, she's the one calling me for FMLA, she never calls me. Dr. Karen says "Alright sweetie, you ready to have a baby today?" I say "Um, no." Dr. Karen says, "Too bad! You have pre-eclampsia and it is dangerous for you to keep going so pack your bags and get in here so we can induce you!" I said okay and hung up the phone and started bawling. I called Seth, and he became headless and said he would be home soon. I called my Dad, my Mom, Pam, and Kathy. I then updated the world of facebook. I started packing up the car. I cleaned the house. I fed the cats and gave them lots of water. All while bawling hysterically. See I was scared. Everyone I talked to said if anything, avoid being induced because labor was 100 times worse if you were induced. So I was FREAKING OUT. Not only was I terrified of going into labor, I was heading into the worst kind of labor.
Seth showed up what seemed to be hours later and we headed to the hospital. We got there at about five o'clock. When we signed in the nurses station, the receptionist shouted over her shoulder, "SHE'S HERE!" and from the back of the nurses station a woman goes "FINALLY, JESUS I WAS WAITING FOREVER!" I instantly bristled. Around the corner comes a bright happy face. Her name was Kim. I would fall in love with Kim. Kim got my jokes, made me laugh and even wrote this on my information board after I made jokes about it:
We got all set up and I got all strapped in. My parents headed in. They didn't get there until about 7:30. They brought my brother. We all decided that we are unusually close for a family through all of this. My family stayed in the room while I was being checked, they hung around when I was breastfeeding (or at least trying to) but as weird as we thought everyone might think it is, it was actually really comforting.
Anyway so I got all strapped in. See here:
They put a medicine inside of me on my cervix, it was a little pill that I can't remember the name of to hopefully help soften it and thin it out and open it up. They did that three times I think. They also let me eat some delicious hospital food (no seriously, it was super good) and then they started a magnesium drip. Kim the awesome nurse put in my IV which I was terrified of, but she did such an awesome job. Once i got the magnesium drip, I wasn't allowed to get up anymore. My dad and brother went home, my Mom and Seth stayed. The nurses changed shifts, Kim said she would be back in the morning and I wasn't allowed to have the baby without her. Shannon and her nursing student came on. Shannon was equally awesome. Shannon gave me drugs. The contractions started happening around 11. At first, as you might imagine, they weren't bad at all. I was handling them. I was laughing through them. I was making hilarious jokes while Seth was being serious and trying to establish a repertoire of breathing.
But then it started to get painful. My whole body felt like it was a giant cramp. Breathing wasn't really helping. Shannon came in and was like, do you want some fentanyol? And I was like, hell yes. Actually she was like, do you want your epidural or the fentanyol? And I thought well no, I want the epidural to last thru the whole labor!!
Okay the nurse is here! More later!
Love (getting a chance to blog),
Carrie
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