By February 9th, Aida was four days late and was making no signs of appearing any time soon. The exam at my doctor's appointment that morning was nothing more than formality--my doctor knew without looking that I would need to check into the hospital that night, and not in the morning, because I would need extra help to move things along.
After that appointment, we had a quiet day together. We went to lunch with my mom and stuffed our faces with gourmet burgers, garlic pecorino fries, and a homemade ice cream sandwich. That afternoon, we napped and had lots of cuddles with Millie. Finally, it was time.
I remember we were both quiet and reflective on the drive to the hospital. A Mumford and Sons song came on my playlist, and I can't remember what it was, but I do remember that it seemed to fit the mood perfectly. We held hands and said nothing, and tried to take it all in.
Once we got there, our mood changed and we were like little kids at Christmas. We were in awe of the giant room we had to ourselves, and were starting to get excited because we would be meeting our little girl so soon!
The nurse got me started with the Cervidil and told me I couldn't eat anything for two hours. That put a damper on the mood, because I hadn't eaten since lunch and I could feel a dark cloud of hangry creeping in. It also meant our choices would be limited, because most places that delivered would be shutting down by 10pm (and my cutoff time was 10:30pm), and I really didn't want Matt to drive somewhere and leave me. He managed to get in a delivery order just in time, and I inhaled some chicken fingers and french fries as soon as I got the go ahead!
Then things got a little tricky. Apparently my blood pressure kept going up and it concerned the nurse enough to call the doctor. I googled "preeclampsia," which was a really bad idea, and immediately started crying. Thankfully, everything was okay and there was no need to panic. Around 11:30pm, we both drifted off to sleep, and actually managed to sleep through most of the night.
The next morning, the nurse told me I should probably eat a granola bar, because it could be a while before I was allowed anything else. I was thankful I had packed a bag of snacks, but that breakfast bar definitely wasn't enough fuel to get me through a hard day's labor! I was also allowed to take a shower at that point, which really helped me relax and feel ready for what was to come.
Around 7:30am, they started me on the Pitocin, which is the drug that is supposed to get things going! Nothing happened for several hours. Matt and I watched some TV, I straightened my hair--we had quite the leisurely morning. Sometime around 10am, my doctor came into check and I was only a little past 3cm--still had a ways to go! However, I was definitely starting to feel contractions, which basically felt like really bad cramps at that point. My mom and MIL had also arrived at that point to keep me company.
By 11:30am, the cramps had intensified--I was afraid to ask for the epidural too early, so the nurse brought me some Fentanyl, and that stuff worked like a charm! Well, it worked like a charm for a little bit, but we'll get to that part.
I immediately felt relaxed and at ease after the Fentanyl--so much so, that my water started to break. I say "started" because apparently that was just a preview of what was to happen. I know, I know, more foreshadowing, but don't worry, I'll get there!
Now that I've got you on the edge of your seats, I'll stop there. This has already been a long post, and we still have about nine more hours of labor to cover.
Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion! (Spoiler alert: We had a baby!)