My 3rd pregnancy was uneventful until I was about 6 months along. I failed my 1-hour glucose test so I had to do the dreaded 3-hour test. This test came back borderline so my doctor just said we would repeat it in 6 weeks. At my next appointment I had sugar in my urine so they did a blood test and my sugars were too high. My doctor asked me to do another 3-hour glucose test in the morning. Well, I failed that one and sure enough I had gestational diabetes (GD). I kept the GD under control through my diet and only gained 20 lbs. I had to have several ultra sounds (five to be exact), which I was very excited about. It's great to know you are going to see your baby even before its born. We knew we were having a boy.
My due date was Aug 25th and I was hoping to have this baby EARLY. My daughter was 9 days late and my son was only 1 day late, but I was so ready for this baby to be born. On Aug 16th at about 7:00 p.m. I started having contractions. They were very regular, about 2 minutes apart, but not real painful. After about 5 hours of this we decided to go the hospital to be checked. They checked me into triage and I put on a gown and the nurse came in and checked me and I was 50% effaced and only 2 centimeters dilated, but the baby was really high. So we walked.... and walked and walked some more. The nurse checked me again and I was about 80% effaced, still only 2 centimeters and the baby had dropped, but only a little. The nurse said she was going to admit us to the hospital, but she had to check with my doctor. My husband and I were so excited - until the nurse returned. She said that the doctor said not to admit me, have me walk some more and if nothing happens send her home. So we walked and nothing else happened. We were sent home and told to come back if I started really hurting.
That was a Tuesday night and at my doctor appointment on Friday I had progressed to 3 centimeters - that's it. I was still having contractions, but not strong enough to do anything, except make me not be able to sleep! My doctor said if I didn't go into labor by myself we would induce on Tuesday morning, but he didn't think I would make it until then. He was wrong and I was just miserable.
So Tuesday morning I got up at 4:00 a.m. to take a shower and was told to call the hospital at 4:30 a.m. to make sure they had a bed for me and I was to go to the hospital at 6:00 a.m. I called and they didn't have me on the schedule until Wednesday - THE NEXT DAY. I just started to cry. I had been in pain for a week now, my back hurt, I couldn't sleep, my hips hurt and they were telling me I was going to have to wait 1 more day. How could they do that to me? When I told my husband he just jumped out of bed and said, “No Way - we are having this baby today!” He got on the phone with the hospital and very nicely (sort of) told them that his was not acceptable. After about 10 minutes the nurse said let me see what I can do. The phone rang a couple minutes later with me still crying and it was the nurse telling us to come to the hospital at 7:15 a.m. Whew! You have no idea how relieved I was.
We got there at 7:15; they checked us in and hooked me up to all the monitors. I was still having the contractions, but again, not strong enough. I was hooked up to Pitocin at 8:30. Things were progressing and I was really starting to hurt about 12:00 so I requested an epidural. My nurse checked me and I was at 4 1/2cm so they ordered the epidural. About 1:00 my doctor came to check me and break my water and of course the epidural guy came at the same time so I had to wait for that. My water breaking was the weirdest thing. I didn't feel it, but all of a sudden this huge gush of warm water was between my legs. With each contraction more water would come out and it felt just like I was peeing. Now it was time for my epidural (thank you very much). While he was preparing me for that, the contractions really started to get painful. The epidural was in by 2:00 p.m. I didn't really start to feel it working until about 2:15. My Mom and my mother-in-law were with us and about 2:20 I said, I feel A LOT of pressure (my nurse had just decided to take a break). With each contraction I felt so much pressure and it was really hurting. Finally I told my husband to go get the nurse. Later, my Mom told me that she and my mother-in-law just looked at each other like I was a baby. I was really pretty good up until this point. The epidural took the pain away from the contractions, but it really hurt "down there". Since my nurse was on a break a different nurse checked me and said, "You’re complete." No one could believe that I had gone from about 4 1/2 to 10 in about 20 minutes. (See Mom, I had a reason to get snippy)!
They got everything set up for the doctor and the nurse asked me to push one time. I did and his head was crowning. She told me to hold on and then the doctor came in and he let me push again. My hubby was standing at my side and holding one of my legs up. I remember looking at his face and just seeing the awe if it all. I only pushed 1 more time and our beautiful baby boy, Trevor Dylan, was out. It felt so good to get him out and onto my tummy. He was 8 lbs 1 oz and 21 inches long. I did have to be cut, but it healed pretty quickly.
We are so blessed. He is just a wonderful baby. The GD is gone and we are a very happy family of 5 now. I couldn't ask for anything better!