We found out the day before that we were going to get to meet our little angel when the hospital called at about 4pm and told us that they were scheduling an induction for us the following morning, and to be at the hospital at 5am. We were so excited that we couldn't sleep that night (probably not great for us, but oh well).
4 am rolled around, and the alarm went off to get us out of bed and to finish getting ready to go to the hospital. Then we drove through McDonald's to get breakfast for Blake so he could make it at least part way through the day. We got to the hospital and checked in through the ER as we had been directed, and shortly were sent up to L&D and put into the triage room since all the delivery rooms were occupied at the time.
At 7:30, my Dr. arrived and broke my water, and the real fun started. By 10am, I was asking for the epidural - and it took the Dr. a LONG time to get there to hook it up - like 45 minutes long time, and when you are having labor pains, 10 minutes is a long time. (Oh well, long in the past now). He did a good job (at least we thought he did), and it took effect very quickly. Unfortunately, starting in the mid-afternoon, about every 2 hours, pain would return and he would have to super dose the line in order to remove the issues.
At around 4 pm, we were still in the triage room, and I was progressing well at the time, so they started to move baby warmer equipment into the room. (I am guessing that I stopped progressing right about the time they started setting up for the baby). They did discover that the baby was not entirely in the "head toward exit" position, and so they were flipping me from side to side every 30 minutes in an attempt to rotate the baby into the correct position.
At 7 pm, we moved into an actual delivery room - which is significantly larger, and nicer (not just fluorescent lighting) than the triage room. We were pretty tired by this point though, so we didn't care too much what the surroundings were, but there were more comfortable chairs for Blake at least. Also at this time, my Dr. told me that she had to leave because she was on-call the entire weekend - fantastic, because I really wanted a stranger to deliver my baby. (again, oh well, long in the past)
Pretty sure that we in total dilated to an 8 - but not entirely sure. I know that the Anesthesiologist had to re-work the epidural 3 times before we went in for the C-Section, when I kept maxing out the button, and was still feeling shooting pains. I also know they didn't check me before actually doing the C-Section, so there is no way to really know how close we came to a more "normal" delivery route - oh well.
At 9:30 pm, the On-Call Dr. showed up, and asked if we had considered a C-Section since it had been hours since any progress had been made. We discussed it, and with some (unwanted, but considered) input from the nurse in the room, in the end we decided to go with the C-Section, and end the laboring experience.
At the point that we told them our decision, things began to move very quickly. I was prepped for surgery, Blake was put into a surgical gown and mask, and then they made him leave. He was not allowed to walk beside me back to the operating room - so I cried the entire way back there. (Can you really blame me though, I was scared, and they wouldn't let me have my husband with me).
I remember them prepping me, and everything for the surgery at the same time. I most recall them counting out the towels and tools prior to surgery (I don't recall the same procedure afterward, but I was distracted by a wonderful new life, and am pretty sure that it happened, and that they ended up with the same counts). The anesthesiologist, and a good friend told me what to expect, thank goodness, the feeling of a C-Section is so NOT natural. I must have a high tolerance to anesthesia though, because it took the Dr. asking about 5 times, and me saying "No, I can still feel that" before we were finally numb enough to begin. Not sure what she was doing that I could feel, hopefully not poking me with a knife though.
By the time Blake got into the room, they were likely already into the surgery (which is the way they intend it, but not exactly my favorite aspect of the whole process). Surgery itself took only minutes, so the oddness of it at least didn't last long.
At 10:19 pm, on October 29, 2009 Jake was born. He weighed in at 7 lb. 0 oz., was 19 inches long, and immediately stole our hearts away.
Blake went with him to get the bath, and all the newborn testing done, while I was sewn back together. I didn't get to actually see or hold my baby until nearly 2 hours later - and I couldn't see him very well because they made me take out my contacts. The first viewing of my baby I actually got was on a picture on Blake's phone because they didn't bring him close enough to me to see in the operating room (I have really bad eyes, so I could tell he had hair, that was about it though.)
So, things didn't go the way we had planned, or really wanted, but in the end we did have a healthy baby - and really that is all that we could have hoped for.
Three years later, I still remember all this, but thought I should probably write it down before I do forget.
Happy birthday to my love!
Jake newly arrived

