Today I decided it was finally time to catch up the blog since I want to keep it going to keep track of important (and not-so-important) things regarding Jensen and our family.
The last time I wrote it was the 4th of October and the day before my original due date. I was feeling extremely frustrated that nothing had changed at my doctors appointment and was set on getting induced. Little did I know he would be here within 48 hours. I will make a seperate post on the labor/delivery/hospital stay. For now, I want to write about the day before he got here.
On my due date (the 5th) I decided to go walk the mall with Anja and Ava to see if it would get things moving. Everyone always talked about how to jump-start your own labor but I told myself that I wasn't going to drink the teas, castor oil, eat spicy foods, have sex (sounded awful at this point!), or any of the other crazy things out there. The one thing I did do was walk A LOT! I knew that walking really helped things get going and it would help lower the baby into the birth canal. I figured it wouldn't hurt to walk and shop and gossip with Anja and visit with Ava.
By the time I was leaving the mall that afternoon after we walked for about 1.5 hours I was getting really bad contractions. I told Anja it was time to go. I got into my car just in time for an awful contraction. It had me doubled over in pain so I figured that I was in active labor at this point, but no need to rush to the hospital. I was supposed to visit Theresa and check out her new apartment but I was in so much pain I came home. I sat, layed on the couch, took a bath, made dinner, took a walk... nothing seemed to help the pain or take my mind off the pain. I tried timing my contractions but either I wasn't doing a good job or something because I was clocking them at about 6-7 minutes apart.
I called my mom at home around 7 pm after everything I tried failed and told her I was in a ton of pain. I had to stop talking to breath through a contraction and she told me it was time to go to the hospital. Corey and I didn't rush out of here, but we did make sure to have the hospital bag ready and called his mom to take Dakota if we were admitted. We got to IMC around 8 pm and they hooked me up to all the monitors and checked my cervix. Bummer, I was still at 1.5cm and 60% effaced. The only positive was that my contractions were 4 minutes apart. Because I wasn't dilated much I was still in the category of "early" labor. I asked for some pain medicine and they gave me a shot of morphine in my butt. They watched me for almost 3 hours and still no change so they sent me home. I could barely make it to the car and thought I was going to die when we were in the car - especially driving over the speed bumps in the apartment complex.
Then...........
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