On May 2nd at 9:00 I had an appointment with my doctor to recheck my high blood pressure (I had been sent to the hospital the Tuesday before with high blood pressure and hopes that they would induce me but was sent home.) My blood pressure was high and it rose higher when I laid on my left side. So when my doctor came in she said that I needed to go ahead and be induced; I was already 1 day over my due date and I was 1 cm dilated. So we drove right to the hospital (at this point I was so glad that I got good hugs and kisses from Holland that morning before leaving the house). I was started on pitocin around 11:00 and it got things rolling to much. I was having contractions back to back so they turned the pitocin way down and gave me an epidural. I was then able to relax so my body could dilate. At 8 cm my epidural ran out and let me tell you natural labor is NO fun. I was clinching the bed railings and crying and screaming and just saying please Jesus please. My poor husband didn't know what to do for me. I am thankful for my husband and for the student nurse that was taking care of me for insisting that I get a second epidural. The head nurse didn't agree and was resistent but once I got the second epidural I felt so much better. Not long after that it was time to push. At this point everything was normal- labor had progressed great I only had my husband, doctor and nurse in there with me. With 2 pushes Aiden's head was out and that's where the problem began. My baby's head was soooo big that they couldn't get the rest of him out or push his head back in either. That's when the rush of nurses and doctors flooded the room. I saw the look on my doctor's face and I was terified. She had already suctioned Aiden's nose and mouth out and was asking the nurse how long he'd been stuck without oxygen. At that point it was almost 2 minutes. I was crying, they had pushed Eric out of the way so the nurses could hold me while one nurse jumped on my stomach to help push the baby out of me. Finally my doctor had to reach inside and turn Aiden around so she could pull his giant football shoulders out. And when he came out there was no cry just a lifeless tiny body. They rushed him to the warmer and told us to give them a few minutes. I have no idea how long it was but if felt like an eternity. My nurses were so kind telling me that I'd done everything right and just being so encouraging. And when we finally heard his tiny cry it was the best thing I've heard in my life. He cried a little more and his color started to come back. They finally let me hold him a few minutes later before sending him to the special care nursery to be monitored because of his breathing. I was so thankful to finally be able to hold him but at the same time I wanted them to take him quickly to make sure he was okay. Eric went along with him and I waited for his return. I was left alone and just prayed and cried out to God to just please let Aiden be okay. I was so scared. When my husband finally came back I was so happy to see him and to hear that Aiden was doing wonderful. He was pretty bruised up an had some nerve damage in his right arm but other than that he was fine. He was brought to our room around 3 a.m. and I finally got to cuddle with my son. His arm has done remarkably well and will be checked on in June by a pediatric orthopedist. When we knew everything was going to be alright I looked at my doctor and said "no more vaginal deliveries for me! and she said I second that!" When she came to check on me I told her how thankful we were for her and what she did for us and Aiden and she told us that she was just glad that it ended the way it did.
