I am a planner...maybe not a great planner, but I still like to think I know how things will transpire. In fact, sometimes it may be much more accurate to say that I am a dreamer and a wisher. I am a future designer whose mock ups do not always come to fruition.
I am that person who up until Tuesday was pregnant with her third child. I am that person whose OB is a highly skilled and well respected physician who offered her an induction date. Perfect! I was given the opportunity to plan when and how my son would enter the world. Here were the details: oldest child will start Kindergarten uninterrupted then we will discreetly sneak away and birth the final branch of our 5-member family...older two siblings have matching Big Bro / Big Sis outfits which they will wear to the hospital on specified days...my OB (as opposed to another on-call doc) will be there to deliver my baby...a professional photographer will come up to the hospital to capture all of those beautiful once-in-a-lifetime moments...new pajamas...a baseball for baby's hand print via Pinterest inspiration...my dad even managed to be in town and was here to meet his namesake grandson. And as of Tuesday morning, everything had fallen into place perfectly!
Slowly those plans began to crumble. What was supposed to be a swift li'l induction quickly became anything but that. First, my water wouldn't break because of my baby's too-high position, but it finally did break and labor officially began. Then my contractions were crazy and felt nothing like they did with my previous two deliveries, but they finally were controlled with my epidural. My OB had 2 mid-day surgeries, and I am thinking that he kind of expected to come out of surgery and find me almost complete and ready to push. That would be, well, perfect timing for both he and I and for a number of reasons. Unfortunately when he did come out of surgery at 1:30 PM (six-and-a-half hours after labor began) I was still only halfway to that magical ten-centimeter-dilation goal and it looked like the other half was still hours away.
At 3:45 PM I was still only seven centimeters and the baby was still extremely high. We all started discussing a possible need for a c-section; however, my RN was not ready to give up on me yet. She came up with the perfect solution by remembering a position for me to lay which was rumored to really speed up the dilation action. Guess what? It worked! At 4:15 PM I was ready to push and so giddy! I reminded my OB that I had not required an episiotomy (look it up here if you don't know what it is) with my first two deliveries and was really hoping that this would would be the same, although I trusted him to let me know if that would need to occur...to which he agreed, reassured me, and even joked "You like things perfect, huh?" If I only knew how that seemingly innocent observation was about to implode all around me...