Colby’s Story Part 3

Okay, we left off at the point in the story, where my wife’s water had just been broken by the doctors. The process, as simple as it is, basically consists of going up into the female body part (you know what I mean), and essentially popping the balloon, or the sack to release the water. There is no turning back now. I was with her from that point, pretty much the entire time, as I didn’t want to miss a thing. The parents would, for all intents and purposes, travel up and down the elevators, back and forth, exchanging the visitor pass to take turns visiting us. They were wonderful as they spent their entire day, with us, in this process. My best guess would be that the water was broken at or around 10:30ish. Our main labor and delivery nurse, Lya, would be at our side throughout the day. She would be in and out, checking vitals, and occasionally check the status of how many centimeters my wife would be dilated at any given point.

We started our day, dilated at 6 cm. at 6 am. It would seem to appear that we were stuck at about 7 cms, from around 12ish, to about 2pm. At about 1:30, my father and I went down to get lunch, at the cafeteria at the hospital. Little did we know at the time, but this became our daily ritual for the next 3 days. Not to long after, at about 2ish, Dr. Logan (who would now be the second doctor attending to us from our practice), decided that it would be a good time to start increasing the process. In her words, she stated that my wife was “far too comfortable”. We chuckled at this, but we knew exactly what the next suggestion would be, to start adding the oxytocin. This is an inducing agent, to help speed up the birth process. Since the water was broken at this point, there was now at timeline that was in play too.

You see… it stands to reason in doctors minds, that once the water is broken, the time table for birth is key, as it is not recommended that the mother of the child be delivering for many hours after the water is broken. So, the inducing agent was starting to drip down from the bag that contained it, through the thin clear tubes, and into my wife’s right arm. The doctor had Lya the nurse, start the inducing agent at a small amount to see how the process would be affected from a tiny amount. Lya continued to check my wife’s progress, which included checking to see if she had dilated any further, and watching this magical screen that charted off numbers. I say magical screen, as it seem to do everything, which included but is not limited to plotting charts, which included plotting my wife’s heart rate and the baby’s heart rate, and essentially keeping track of all the vitals.

From about 2ish to 3ish there was not a lot of change in dilation, so the doctor thought it best to increase the amount that was being given of the inducing agent. From about 3ish to 4ish, since the inducing agent began to drip with the increased amount, my wife slowly started to increase her dilation. Her dilation increased from 7 to 8cm, and then next from 8 to 9cm. It was at this point, when things really started to get interesting! At 4 in the afternoon it was my parents who were the lucky ones to be visiting in the room at this point. I was on phone duty, and was continuing to send out updates via text messaging. I look up, and my mom is holding my wife’s hand, and my father is there too, both trying to comfort her. She was now, for the first time, in some serious, intense pain. You see, she had been at 9 cm, before she experienced any real pain. She was amazing! She had gone further than most, aside from those who decide to give birth completely natural with no pain medication for reducing the throbbing contractions. Like I stated earlier, she had been previously setup with the epidural, but the medication was not being administered to her, only the line was inserted into her back.

So, to get back to the story, she was in pain. My mother had gone into the bathroom, and gotten her a damp, wet, folded, hand towel and placed it on her forehead, as my wife was grasping my hand with crushing strength. I think that she was trying to implement pain in my hands, so that I too, could be experiencing what she was. Our nurse, asked if she would like to start the epidural medication, and my wife indeed wanted to start that process. The pain continue throughout the contractions, but I believe that she did feel better knowing that help was on the way, in the form of pain medication. It seemed to take forever though. The nurse got the anesthesiologist, who finally arrived with this box, that controlled the medication, and he attached it to the line that was connected to my wife. The box had a remote with a button, that we could press any time she felt pain. This miracle box appeared to add instant relief. The time, approximately 4:30, when Lya proceeded to get the labor doctor, and they decided that it was time for us, to start pushing. The parents were kicked out of the room, and gave us kisses. They knew that the next time they saw us; it would no longer be the two of us, but rather the three of us!

It is now, 4:45pm on September 2nd, 2009 and we began pushing.

To be concluded…( in vintage “back to the future” style)