Joe and I went to the hospital at 7 a.m. to be induced on Thursday Aug 16, with the assurance that we would probably be holding our new born sometime that afternoon. The nurse asked what our birth plan was and I said "baby out" and "epidural." We sat around for hours waiting for things to start happening. I watched hours of quality day time programming on TLC. Joe started a baby pool asking friends and family to guess the time of the birth and the weight of the baby. The latest time was 10:30, by which time I assumed I would already be asleep. We had a great nurse whose shift was from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. When she left after 12 hours and I was only dilated to 4 cm, I realized things were not necessarily going the way I anticipated.
Our next nurse realized something was amiss when she kept trying to find the baby's heartbeat. An ultrasound showed that the baby was head down, but facing straight up which may have been why labor progressed so slowly. I finally had dilated enough to push, so the doctor was called. When he arrived we realized that although I definitely had the urge to push the cervix just wouldn't dilate enough to allow the baby's head out. I then proceeded to try several agonizing hours of trying different positions and enduring several attempts by the doctor to vacuum baby's head out. I had to fight the whole time to not push, which was horrible. The nurse kept saying things like "this is not how I saw this going" and "this is not how I planned to spend my night." I was torn between laughing at her cluelessness and wanting to slap her. Finally, the doctor gave me 30 minutes to try and get the baby to turn and then proceeding to a c-section. We waited out the longest 30 minutes ever, and then realized this little dude was not coming out. The doctor said we may never know why he could not come out the usual route.
I went in for the c-section, and as soon as the incision was made, everyone in the room went "Oh." The cord was wrapped around and under both of his shoulders and around his neck. There was no way he was ever coming out having tangled himself up pretty tightly. At first glance he was huge with enormous hands. 8lbs. 8 oz and 21 inches long. Our biggest baby yet and a week early. I was surprised to see my mom in the recovery room at 1 a.m. but I am glad she came. I was so shaky and out of it I could not actually hold baby boy for awhile. Joe and I finally settled on a name after months of debate: Joseph Pierce Deaver.