After hearing about Beyonce’s Birth Plan I decided I too needed some kind of strategy for the arrival of our Lovebug. Although I did not require a special security force to be present, we did have somewhat of an idea how we wanted things to go.
As each week and appointment passed I thought it was a little strange that my doctor wasn’t asking me questions about my Birth Plan. Well, now I know why. For people like me there is no such thing as a Birth Plan. The plan is to just get the kid out in one piece by any means necessary.
My plan was to let nature take its course in a relaxing bubble tub. But I should have known when I was induced at 7am on Monday, March 19 that I was the only one who was aware of the Birth Plan. At 1pm when I still didn’t get things moving along on my own my doctor broke my water. That’s when everything changed. Oh, dear Lord, did those contractions hurt! I tried to hang in there. I really did. But after 12 hours of steady contractions, non-stop pacing, a constant heavy dose of Pitocin and dry heaves I broke down and went for the Epidural at 1am.
The first thing I felt after the Epidural was hunger. After being in that much pain for so long I couldn’t believe that my stomach was the first one to speak up about the situation. But finally, Josh and I both got some rest.
At 5am on Tuesday I lost another battle with my Birth Plan. Jackson was taking an alternate route and was coming out via C-Section. Oh well, by that time I really didn’t care if he came out my nose. We were tired of waiting and just plain tired. At 6:27am on Tuesday, March 20 all 9 pounds and 2 ounces came out absolutely screaming! Best noise I’ve ever heard.
Several hours later Josh confessed that he was relieved when I finally accepted the drugs. I had bruised both of his hands and his feet hurt from walking and standing with me for over 12 hours. He just didn’t want to say anything because I might have had him thrown out of the room for being a panty-waist; considering what I was dealing with.
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