We always make fun of my Mom because she can't keep our birth stories straight...so in an effort to preempt my kids, here is Audrey's story:
We were scheduled for an elective induction on Thursday, September 30 at 6:30 am. We spent all day Wednesday doing some last minute things, resting and playing with Amos and Maggie. Nan and Pop Horne had arrived safely from Pennsylvania, and we were ready to go. Late Wednesday night, the hospital called to let us know that they'd been overrun and that they wouldn't be able to accommodate us the next day. In my mind, it felt like they were telling me it was never going to happen (pregnant women are crazy!). So, we spent Thursday hanging out making up things to do to pass the time. Eric and I were able to go on a much needed date and it ended up being a really nice bonus day. Thursday night we were told that we might get a room on Friday, so we were on standby waiting to hear from the hospital. Friday, I tried to play it cool and we had a nice morning around the house. Just as we were finishing lunch, the hospital called! We had won the lottery! It wasn't really a lottery, but we did get the first and only room to open up before the weekend thanks to my positive group B strep test results (the very same group B strep that landed Maggie in the NICU).
So, Eric and I packed up and headed to the hospital. We got all checked in and they started the penicillin to treat the GBS. The antibiotic takes about 4 hours to kick in, so we relaxed and waited until about 6 p.m. for the nurse to start the pitocin. After the nurse started the pitocin, they called the anesthesiologist to start the epidural (this is where the only excitement takes place). After a failed attempt to place the epidural they turned the pitocin off, to buy some more time. After two more failed attempts to place the epidural another doctor was called. I am not sure he was too excited about being called in on a Friday night during a BYU football game, but once he saw the medical anomaly that is my back, he seemed more intrigued by the challenge. They tried a variety of things for about 2.5 hours, and finally determined that it just couldn't be done. Phrases like "medical journal" and "haven't seen this in my 20 year career" were being thrown around. So, epidural exhausted we decided to go with a spinal block. Spinal blocks are very effective, but unlike an epidural, they can't be left in and they have a short window. Now we were racing the clock. The pitocin was cranked up as high as it could go and we waited...
About an hour and a half later, I suddenly had feeling back. IT WAS HORRIBLE. I knew that Audrey was on her way immediately and that the spinal block had worn off. Everyone was paged and running into the room as the nurse and the anesthesiologist debated whether they had enough time to put in another block. Thankfully they just went for it and I got the most rushed spinal block of all time. I was already pushing as it kicked in and Audrey was born less than 10 minutes later.
Yes, the moral of this story is that I'd rather have giant needles put in my spine for hours than to experience child birth. You always hear stories of women who want to go natural but eventually give into the drugs...I was not prepared to do the opposite. There was no way I was parting with the drugs.
After all was said and done, Audrey was born in perfect condition and got the cool 10/1/10 birth date just in the nick of time. So worth it.