Somehow the draft of this post I started the other day has disappeared. Crap. So I am starting this over. Grrrr.
And, my apologies that it has taken soooo long to get this post out there in the first place.
And now I will again warn you that what follows includes pregnancy and baby stuff. If you are not in a place right now to read that sort of thing, I will completely understand if you stop reading now. I have vowed to be forever sensitive to this sort of thing, having spent so many years of my reproductive life struggling to deal with others’ news in these areas.
And now, the stunning conclusion to our story.
When we last left off, I was in the hospital but not because I was in labor. Because I had kidney stones. Crying in the fetal position from the pain and wondering what to do next.
By the third day in the hospital with the kidney stone pain, I was 39w1d. So very close. Various doctors had various opinions about what should be done with me. I became the most infamous case in the maternity ward that week. There was much debate over whether to treat my stones somehow, though the options were limited at 39w pregnant. There was talk of inducing, but considering I’d been awake for most of 3 straight days there was concern about my ability to actually get through labor, between the energy required to push a baby out and dealing with both the pain of labor and kidney stones at the same time. So for a while they/we basically did nothing. We just waited, hoping the stone(s) would pass.
To make a long story short (hah!), very late on the night of day 3 a decision was finally made to skip treating the kidney stones with a stent (risky for the baby since it involved anesthesia and not necessary enough to be worth the risk) in favor of scheduling an induction for the following morning. I was just relieved to have a plan. There had been talk about sending me home with a boatload of narcotics to wait it out, knowing that I might go into labor and be right back at the hospital at any time. I was not in favor of that plan, needless to say.
So the following morning, bright and early, they started my pitocin. Then the doctor on call came in to meet with me. she came in to my room, guns a blazin’ and promptly chewed out the nurse in front of the husband and me, saying, “I’m not the one who ordered the kidney stone lady to be induced! We’ve never done this before.” Which is true. But it was rather inappropriate and a bit disconcerting at that point in time. Anyway, once things got rolling the doctor was good, but it was a rocky start.
So then there was the epidural.
First, apparently the way they find the right spot in your spine to insert the needle is by starting from your sides and working inward toward the spine. So the guy immediately grabs both of my sides, the pain from which sends me through the roof since that’s right where the kidneys are! Duh. Apparently he didn’t get the memo about me having kidney stones. I literally screamed and could not stop crying from the pain. Anyway, so then the guy inserts the needle and again, I’m in indescribable pain. So he had to pull it out and start over. Eventually he got it right, more or less, but I don’t care to see him ever again. The labor pains were pretty unbearable, though, so they actually upped it to the point that I was numb from the chest down. That was a little concerning but part of the point was to numb me not only from the labor but also from the kidney stones so I guess that was accomplished.
When it was time to push, I couldn’t feel a thing down there and the husband said the whole thing took less than 20 minutes.
After that, the kidney stone pain was miraculously and mercifully gone.
It’s a mystery. No one knows exactly what happened, but the primary theory is that it passed during the birth process. All I know is the pain is gone and it better never come back.
Now, I know you have been patiently waiting for this part.
We had a beautiful baby girl! 8 pounds, 6 ounces. 20 3/4 inches long. She was born on November 11! To refresh your memory on why that birth date is exciting, please refer back to this post.
I have much more to say as I have reflected on the addition of our second baby girl to our family, what comes next, the end of our seven year infertility journey, and what comes next. There have been a myriad of emotions, which I’m sure will continue.
So I don’t expect to end this blog just yet, because I feel like there are still some things I’m dealing with, though it’s likely to go in a slightly different direction at times. Not to mention the continuing drama surrounding our older daughter. I may yet do a spin off blog related to that. We’ll see where the blogging road leads me next!