Throughout my pregnancy with Cameron, I was being monitored and treated for ICP – Intraheptic Cholestasis of Pregancy. This was the same condition I was induced for with Nolan at 38 weeks and 5 days. This condition is typically developed in third trimester, and can quickly cause fetal demise if not properly treated.
While my bile acids remained in normal levels, I continued to have the itching symptoms. My OB and MFM specialist were on slightly different pages as far as treatment. MFM wanted to induce at 37-39 weeks assuming my bile acids would rise based on symptoms. My OB supported my decision to do weekly bloodwork, and if all remained low than I could go into labor on my own.
At my 37 week appointment with MFM, the doctor said based on labs he can support waiting on induction and allowing me to go into labor on my own, assuming lab work still came back normal. If you know me, you will know I was thrilled. I am pretty against medical intervention when it comes to birth. I am a firm believer that God created my body (and all women’s bodies) to have children, and the more we intervene with His perfect process (when it is not medically necessary) the more we create issues within the birth process. All that being said… my anxiety about labor and delivery was so high this time, I was not opposed to an epidural this go round. I prayed I could do it on my own, but mentally I was not ready to go through this again.
So imagine my surprise when I went to my OB for my 37 week appointment, and the nurse practitioner walked in and said, “I have a call in to the on call dr to see if we can get you induced today.” I’m sorry what? Did my numbers rise? Nope. Still normal. Unfortunately, my doctor was out of town. I explained what I had discussed with my him, and she basically said better to be safe than sorry! I didn’t seem to have much say at this point. This entire pregnancy and ICP was frustrating and exhausting. I didn’t know how I was supposed to be advocating for myself, and for those of you that know me know that I also like to be in control of things. I had been praying and praying the few days leading up to this that God would just show me the right choices to make for my little girl and I. So when this decision came out of left field from the nurse and on call doctor, instead of fighting and advocating to go into labor on my own, I decided to trust that this was God’s plan and leave it in His hands instead of trying to have control myself. I did however beg the nurse and the on call doctor to let me wait to be induced until after Aubrey’s 4th birthday, which happened to be the next day. Though the nurse and on call doctor weren’t thrilled, they allowed me to schedule the induction for Saturday, June 15th.
I am pretty anti-induction (although this was going to be my second. ha. Funny how that works.), I will say being able to plan around a baby coming is AWESOME. My mom was able to plan to come to town and take care of the kids, and we planned for her to be there for the birth while my brother in law watched the kids. So we got ready and packed our bags, we tried to rest, and then we waited…
What seemed to be something that was such a rush at my appointment on Thursday, turned into “there are no beds available, we will call you when we are ready for you to come in.” So when my induction time came and went on Saturday evening, you can imagine how anxious I was feeling. I had so much anxiety this entire pregnancy about labor and delivery. To be frank, I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to go through the hard, exhausting and painful process. So thinking I was going in that night, and having it postponed just kind of built that up even more. Thank God for my husband, who was able to calm me down and just hug me while I cried. He kept reminding me that God knew the exact moment our baby would be born, and there was a reason it didn’t work out that Saturday. Maybe her lungs weren’t ready. Maybe she would have needed NICU if we went today. Hearing this from him, just calmed my nerves and helped me to be filled with peace.
So Sunday came, and I was told that I needed to go to triage for a non stress test to monitor baby. I called prior to going in, and explained that I didn’t want to come in if they were just going to call me later that day to be induced. The charge nurse explained that I was next on the list, and to bring all of our things just in case they called while I was there.
So Paul and I packed up the car, kissed our babies goodbye and headed to triage. Actually that’s a lie. We headed to a quiet lunch before our life turned into a bigger circus! ha. So we grabbed lunch on our way to triage, and baby did great on the NST. While we were there, the nurse came in and explained that we would be called in shortly. We could leave and grab lunch or we could head home until they called. We chose to go home. So on our way home we made a pit stop to Bass Pro Shops… because why not. So we grabbed some gifts to Aubrey and Nolan from the baby. New little fishing poles they had been begging for earlier that week. Then we headed home to rest. The kids were at my sisters house with Grandma, and I couldn’t sit still. No shows grabbed my attention, I just wanted to get this process going! Finally around 4:30pm I decided to try and lay down. I had just started to drift to sleep when Ginger, the sweetest charge nurse, called me at 4:55pm to tell me it was time to have a baby.
So this time, Paul and I got in the car, and again grabbed some dinner before getting to the hospital. We walked in at 5:38pm, they called me back and the process began. The whole process started with a terrible, horrible, awful IV experience. Attempt number 1, in my wrist. Not only was it painful, but when she tried to take my blood, nothing came out. So she did it again, on my hand… the blood came on this time, but it literally dripped. Now I am not someone who has issues with pricks and giving blood, but this whole process was incredibly painful, and I’m also pregnant, about to be induced and super emotional. So she walked out, and the tears just started flowing.
Finally at 7:40pm, the actual induction began. Based on my previous induction with Nolan, they decided to use the same approach. The nurse inserted Cervadil to ripen my cervix. She was rough, it was painful and I could not hold back my tears. To be honest, I felt violated, even though that was far from what was happening. It was just an awful. From there, I had to lay on my side for 2 hours hooked up to the monitors. So there we sat and tried to rest. Me in the hospital bed, with an IV in the hand I use underneath my pillow, and Paul in a hospital cot, with the material falling apart. All I could do was pray. Pray that the medicine would be effective, that this would be a quick and smooth labor and delivery and that our little girl would be healthy.
At 9:40pm, the nurse came back and took me off the monitors, and from there I could move around and get up if needed. By this time, I could already feel contractions that were getting pretty uncomfortable, and I knew there was not going to be any sleep in the future.
At 11pm, the contractions were so painful, that I wanted to labor in the tub. Paul called the nurse in, and a different nurse came to check on me. She asked how long the Cervadil had been in for, and I swear she was judging me and my pain tolerance since it hadn’t even been 4 hours. She hooked me up to the monitors to check on me and baby before they could let me go in the tub.
At 11:20pm she came back in, and Dr. Haddock had said I could get up and labor in the tub. So that’s where I went, and spent the next couple of hours. So here I am, sitting in the tub having contractions, listening to the women SCREAMING in rooms on either side of me having babies. All I could think, was how soon I was going to have to do that. I told Paul he needed to turn on some music to cover it up. I couldn’t keep listening to them. So he turns on Pandora, which is set to Hillsong United station… except for 15 minutes they played not 1 song I know, and songs that just irritated me because they couldn’t distract me. So I had him turn it off.
From there my contractions picked up, and they were only about 1.5 minutes apart, and they were painful. So around 12:30-1am, Paul called the nurse in and I asked her to check me. I needed to know that I was making progress. So she took out the Cervadil and checked me, and I was only 3cm dilated… I felt defeated and exhausted. It was too much pain for me to only be 3cm, and I knew it would be a long night. So at that moment, I caved. I asked for the epidural, so I could get some sleep. The nurse began prepping me for an epidural, which required a flush of the IV line, and a bag of liquids. Except when she went to do all of that, my IV was hurting so badly she decided to redo the work of the previous nurse. So here I am, strong contractions and getting my IV redone. Thank goodness this nurse got it right, and the pain from the IV stopped. She flushed the IV, it wasn’t painful, and she started me on fluids.
At this point, my mind was set that I was getting an epidural… and now it seemed to be taking FOREVER! With each contraction I felt mentally defeated, and so incredibly exhausted. The nurse had me get on the bed in the position needed for the epidural, because the CRNA was on her way to give me the epidural… except she never came. Apparently outside my room, she got called to an emergency C section. My nurse came running in with IV pain meds (which I should point out, I have always told Paul that is the worst idea ever. IV pain meds go straight into my blood stream, and so in my head they would completely affect the baby, and I didn’t want to do that to her), but I was in so much pain all I said was, “is this going to affect my baby?” to which she replied no, and that was good enough for me! So she gave me the medicine, and IMMEDIATELY my head dropped and her and Paul laid me on the bed. It took the edge off of the contractions so I could rest a little bit, but I still felt each contraction. The medicine only lasts for 30-45 minutes (I honestly have no idea how long it worked for me, because I was out of it!). During this time, Paul was having chest pain. I remember being really worried about him, but I was too out of it to actually do anything about it. His pain passed, and around the same time I came out of my haze.
Once I came out of my haze, it was go time. Literally. I told them I felt like I had to go to the bathroom (since it wasn’t my first rodeo, this time I didn’t think I was going to poop). They measured me again, and I was 9cm now, but there was still a small part of my cervix in the way. Flashback to Aubrey’s birth, I told them a small part of my cervix was in the way when I had my daughter, and the doctor had to physically move it out of the way so I could begin pushing. After that, with the next contraction, I started pushing. I wasn’t trying, but that was what my body was telling me to do. With the following contraction, my water broke. A couple pushes later, and our sweet girl was born at 3:17am!
As they handed her to me, I just thought, “oh sweet girl. You were so worth it all. I would do this all again”.
God just proved himself so faithful to me again. Not only did the medicine take, but our little girl was in our arms only 7 hours and 37 minutes after my induction began. To say He answered my prayers to have a smooth, quick labor and delivery goes without saying! The delivering doctor told me it was a good thing I was induced, because had I gone into labor on my own, I may not have made it to the hospital in time.
Unfortunately, since she arrived so quickly, my sister wasn’t able to get the amazing hospital pictures that we got for Aubrey and Nolan. This time though, it was really nice to just have Paul there by my side getting me through, and I will forever be so proud of him that in the excitement of our little girl being born, that he remembered to grab a picture the moment they handed her to me.
Welcome to the world precious Cameron Laine!
June 17, 2019 at 3:17am
6lbs 10 oz • 19 inches long