Around 1100 I requested a epidural and Ron the anesthesiologist came right in and got started. He was fantastic at explaining everything that was going on. He was a good distraction too. He made us laugh and put us at ease. Betty our nurse was taking great care of us. She made me feel great.
The doc came back in around 1400 to see how things were going. I was progressing quickly and they thought I would be pushing soon. I couldn't imagine pushing anytime soon. Things were too relaxed. Steven and I were visiting and my mom and little brother came to visit.
From 1500-1600 I was miserable. Things were progressing very quick. I was very uncomfortable. Betty came in and checked my cervix again and BAM I was 100% ready to push. Because the baby was still behind my pubic bone we had to roll me from side to side for 30 minutes. By 1630 I was ready to push. The stir-ups came out and Betty coached me on pushing. I pushed for an hour and a half before the doc came in. I started feeling a lot of pain. Not pressure as everyone assumed-it was PAIN. After Cash arrived is when I found out my epidural pump died.
I was pushing as hard as I could. The doc said I was pushing exactly as I was supposed to but because of all the pain I was feeling and having been pushing for an hour and a half already I was exhausted. I felt like I couldn't do it anymore.
The only person I could hear was Steven. He was telling me I could do it. He was telling me I was strong and I was doing so good. He was the only reason I continued to push. I put my whole body into it.
No one told us till after the birth that there were complications. Cash's heart rate was dropping rapidly and actually stopped according to the monitor. The doc pulled out the forcepts and we worked on getting Cash out together. Once his head was out pushing was much easier. Still painful but much easier.
Cash came out and we heard crying. The doc told Steven and I at the same time "it's a big boy". We were shocked. We both were bawling. I looked up at Steven and said "it's Cash!" They put Cash on my chest and cleaned him up. We both just stared at him. We told him we loved him so much!
They took Cash and started his vitals and continued to clean him up. Steven followed him. Steven took a ton of pictures of our little man while I was sewn up. I had a stage 3 tear that required 4 layers of stitches. YIKES!
The doc was sewing me up and I could feel every stitch. I asked him if that was normal and he said no and that I should push my epidural. Surprise! It was dead! He freaked out and got me some IV drugs ASAP. Finally the pain subsided enough that I could relax.
Steven and the nurse brought Cash over to me so I could hold him and he was ANGRY. As soon as I said 'Hi bud' he stopped crying and looked right at me with his big eyes. It was amazing. Steven then said 'Hi Cash' and he tried to turn his head to find his daddy. It was so amazing. He knew exactly who we were.
All the pain and misery of labor was worth it. Every second of it was worth it.
Cash Steven Robinson
8 pounds 3 ounces 19.5 inches
Born August 23, 2011 at 1835
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