still on 12 Feb:
At 3PM I was 3 cm. dilated. At 6PM I was between 5 and 6 cm. At 9PM, I was 9 cm dilated... so pretty much you can tell that the graph for my dilation is a straight 45 degree upward.
When I was fully dilated, at around 1030 PM, I started pushing. I think I officially started pushing at 11PM and nothing really seemed to make any impact on the baby's position. He was still stuck 4 cm away from the exit. The midwife also said his head was positioned at 5 o'clock but that just confused me because I (still) don't know where 12 o'clock is supposed to point to despite our initial idea that it pointed straight up.
It didn't help being on epidural because I had to rely on the CTG monitor to know about my contractions so that I could start pushing. I wanted the 12th to be Liam's birthday just because I didn't want him to have a Friday the 13th birthday. Jon, being who he is, preferred the 13th and for him to have that Friday the 13th birthday! Anyways, I was getting annoyed at my midwife for not making me push one after another because I wanted to give birth before midnight. At 1130PM, I just had to give that up and just started wanting to have the baby out because it was just taking so long.
13 Feb:
By 2AM, when all pushing didn't do a thing, next thing I learned was that I was gonna be moved to the operating/delivery room.
I was prepped on my bed, stir-ups on, I was like a big turkey laying there with legs up while doctors walked in. The doctor (Dr. Edwards) who was gonna perform my assisted delivery explained to me why I needed forceps (or suction if they could find the sucking piece of it) to deliver Liam. Apparently 3 hours of pushing is enough. The baby starts disliking pushing after 3 hours, especially when his heart rate is not bouncing back to above 120. Liam was in distress and was in immediate need to be born already.
So while they were getting things ready, I managed a conversation with Dr. Edwards and this doctor-in-training he was mentoring about gaining residency (for doctors) in New Zealand. I didn't even notice he started the episiotomy on me. So fast forward to putting the forceps one after the other, I was instructed to push and that I did with might. As he pulled I felt getting dragged across the bed so I let him know that! He said "I know!" and put his right arm against my left thigh and pulled Liam sideways. Jon told me when Liam's head was out and I was still pushing and pushing. The next thing I knew was Liam plopped on my tummy, all gooey and crying his lungs out. Jon cut his umbilical cord and when we agreed that I was fine, he took off to check the baby.
The placenta was actively managed because I had forceps delivery. They tried to get him started with breastfeeding but there was just nothing and I was knackered! I requested for a decent meal before I start getting sleepy. While I ate, I realized that I was having allergic reaction - eyes getting alien-like - and it was probably from one of the medication given to me during episiotomy. They told me later that it was probably from Marcaine (sp?). By 5AM, I was totally crashing out and I don't remember anything after that. Oh, I remember my midwife waking me up to sign a document about giving Liam formula. Can you believe that?
I woke up at around 10AM the same day and didn't really get a good long sleep after that. I was moved to the maternity ward in the afternoon and we thought that Jon could stay the night. At 930PM while Jon walked Liam in the corridor, a nurse/midwife told him that he should've left by 830PM but nobody told us! There was no sign at all either! So he hurriedly left and I felt a bit sad to see him go because I sure needed help that night. I wanted to sleep a good long one after a full (achy) day. That night Liam didn't sleep from 10PM and 2AM, but he managed to sleep through til 6AM. He woke up for some milk and slept an hour more. Jon was back at 8AM and I was released from the hospital by 1230PM. Woo hoo!
As of writing, Liam's 16 days old. We went to our first catch up with our antenatal classmates. It was good to see the kids after meeting with the pregnant couples for 8 weeks last year. We decided to host next week's catch up, so that means we'll have photos to post!
