Aug. 24 of this year.
Little guy was measuring as having an exceptionally large head in every ultrasound, so they induced at 39 weeks.
Started the Pitocin at early in the morning, and things got steadily stronger. By about 5 p.m., the contractions and pain were intense enough that my wife asked for an epidural, which she had been hoping to avoid but knew was a possibility.
At 9 p.m., it was time to push. They told us 15 minutes to maybe two hours was normal.
10 p.m., not much progress.
11 p.m., my wife is *really* exhausted and starting to look very pale and weak. The head is slightly visible, but not getting much further. Nurse practitioner is doing all kinds of things, such as using shampoo and soap, trying to get things moving. Says in 30 minutes she'll have to call the doctor for a possible c-section.
11:30 p.m. Still no more progress. N.P. seems to not want to have to call the doctor, says we'll keep trying a little bit.
Midnight Same as above, I'm getting very scared and angry.
12:20 Doctor is called, and demands a c-section immediately. Does not seem happy she wasn't called sooner.
12:35 a.m., Baby Inkstain is born. All the anger and freaked outedness I had about being in the surgery room disappeared the moment I heard him cry. I looked over and saw the doctor holding him and couldn't believe it.
Alls well that ends well. Mrs. and Baby Inkstain have been remarkably healthy every step of the way.
Baby Inkstain's head had a wicked red, circular welt for the first few days were you can see he got caught in the birth canal. The welt shows that he wasn't anywhere close to fitting, his head was just too big. We could have pushed for days and not gotten anywhere.
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