… specifically the hours that turned my world upside down.
Cheryl has her own version of this story which I will ask her to post at some point in time but this is my version from my own point of view.
I was meeting with a new client over dinner to discuss approaches and future actions when I looked down at my phone to two texts from Cheryl. “Babe, can you call me; it’s really important” and “Babe, they might induce me tonight. Can you call?” So I called, and got the skinny. Cheryl’s blood pressure was high (a normal thing for some pregnant women) and since we’re so close to the due date that it made sense to just move it along. This was Wednesday June 9th.
So we packed up our things and drove to the hospital where we were admitted. No dramatic water breaking or heroic traffic weaving. Just an easy drive to the hospital listening to 103.5 QMFM. We got there and we were admitted immediately.
Before we got into our room, we learned that Cheryl was already having contractions (very few and light – she didn’t even notice them) so on with the Cervidil! I’m not going to bore you with terms like “ripen the cervix” but I am going to say that this process lasted at least 36 hours. A long and drawn out process that includes boredom killing activities such as posting video of your wife and cool machines that measure baby activities and contractions.
The next few were a blur, so I’m writing them using bullet points:
- At 22:30 on June 10th, Cheryl’s parents arrived from Edmonton (they drove 12 hours upon hearing that we were getting admitted).
- The doctors checked her up at 22:45, and found that she was already pretty far dilated.
- 23:00, they artificially ruptured her. They broke her water. Tip for dads out there: if they do this to your wife, try not to look like you’ve just seen that scene from Titanic when the hull filled up with water. Try to stay calm. Thoughts, “Eww, swamp water with seaweed in it. This is going to be a pretty messy room after.” (Note: Mackenzee had Meconium – for the love of God Wikipedia, picture of poop if you click on the link, you’ve been warned! – meaning: She pooped in utero, normal but still pretty gross)
- 23:01 – 01:00 *PAIN!* the heavy contractions started and Cheryl was in pain.
- 00:35 She grabbed my hand (which had my ring) and squeezed. That hurt! Tip for dads: Remove your ring before she grabs it and pretend like she’s squeezing them into mashed potatoes.
- 01:10 Doctor informs us that they’re going to start an IV with Oxytocin. Contractions are going to get worse, Cheryl and I look at the doctor and said, “1 order of Epidural please! Hahah! … We’re not kidding!”
- 01:15 Epidural is in. Yay! The sky parted, rainbows came in, and birds were chirping. We both slept and got some rest.
- 05:15 10cm dilated, tried to push once but Mackenzee was in occiput posterior position (Cheryl’s translation: head down but face up and you should be head down and face down).
- She was moved into the Operating Room at 06:00, regular C-Section stuff.
- Mackenzee came out at 07:01.
… and we haven’t slept since. Ok, I’m totally kidding but more accurately, we haven’t slept more than 4 hours since.