First of all I was told that I could not have children - my uterus is tipped the wrong way, so they say. After about six months I went to another doctor and was told that I was hypothyroid and went on medication. I took this medication for only a month or so when he decided to do a pregnancy test. It came back positive. We were so excited! My older sister was pregnant with her third, she had two daughters already, so we were hoping ours would be the first grandson in both families.
My pregnancy was very normal with the exception that I always measured big. About three weeks before my due date I started experiencing contractions every 10 –13 minutes apart. I was already at 3cm but the doctor felt since this was my first one it would still be awhile. I continued to work and prepare the nursery. The weekend before my date we walked around town, which in the hills of Colorado is no easy feat! My contractions started coming faster, now at about 5-8 minutes apart. When we returned to the house we played a card game and my husband monitored the contractions. After they were 5 minutes consistently we called the doctor. He said that since it was a 45-minute drive to the hospital we should come in. We did. After being hooked up on a monitor all contractions stopped. They decided to have me walk around the hospital. That helped but every time I got back into bed the contractions would stop again. They sent us home. The next day we walked again. More contractions. We called again that night. I was told to take a warm bath, no suds, and if contractions stayed after that we were to come in. They did and we went.
The doctor that met us at this time was another doctor at the office, not my regular doctor. He said that the contractions were strong but not into full labor yet. He gave me a drug to help me sleep that night stating that he felt this was going to be a BIG baby and I would need my rest in the morning. During the night I slept and the monitor showed that the baby was having trouble getting its heart rate back up after contractions so they decided to induce. That was around 6:30 in the morning and by 2 pm I had extreme back pain. I was not allowed to leave my bed and no matter which way I laid the pain continued. I was given an epidural and that did not cut it. Finally I was able to get control and they decided it was time to push. Three hours later they tried a suction cup. This worked somewhat but it kept falling off his head, which left a ring of sores where it pulled skin off his head. Next they tried forceps. Finally at 9:09 pm Kevin was born. It took two interns and the doctor to pull him out, tearing me in places I didn’t know could even be tore but it was finally over. Kevin recovered from the suction cup and was and is a wonderful boy. I am currently working on child number 4.