Here's the story of Isaac coming into the world... (in LOTS of detail - be warned of possible TMI and endless details...)
On Thursday we met with Isla and Isaac's pediatrician to go over Isaac's situation and have some testing ordered for Isla's heart, just as a precaution.
On Friday morning my mom, Isla and I loaded into the car to go to my biophysical profile appointment. The night before my mom made a giant Indian meal and I made caramels. I made plans with our friends to go to breakfast on Sunday and my mom got tickets for a play on Saturday. During previous appointments I'd felt nervous, but this time we were all feeling confident that all would be normal. (Andrew was not - he said that he looked in the mirror that morning and wondered if he'd be wearing his shirt in the birth pictures.)
I went in and had the non-stress test first. It was completely fine - Isaac was his most active and I did an interview with a med student for a research project on maternal understanding of prenatal care during the NST and got a 15$ Target card. Then I went in for the ultrasound. I was chatting it up with the tech and telling her that my fluid levels were usually a little low. I had enough ultrasounds at this point to know that they were even lower than usual, but I wasn't concerned. (Between 7 & 25 is considered normal, but if the levels are on the low end of normal they start paying more attention. They check the levels by dividing the belly into 4 quadrants and measuring the total in each. They also look for 2x2 sections of fluid, which is an indicator that everything is fine, even if the fluid is on the low end of normal.) The tech measured twice and told me she was getting 3 and she wanted me to go over to L&D for a more detailed ultrasound. I asked what typically happened in this situation. She said, "If it is really this low, they usually want to deliver, but who knows, maybe he'll pee on the way over and the level will be up."
I still wasn't worried, but things did seem a little surreal...maybe I'll have my baby today! I walked over and called my mom. I decided not to call Andrew until I knew for sure...it still mostly didn't seem real. My mom and Isla were getting smoothies at the cafe next to the hospital (the one we'd gone too when I was in the hospital in my wheel chair, IV and all - I wonder if that happens there a lot?) and we decided not to say anything to Isla until we knew.
I checked in to L&D and got my room L&D ER1 this time. I had the charge nurse and she was really nice. I'd never met her, but she knew who I was from seeing Isaac's monitor (pretty much everyone did - Isaac is famous!). Then the Dr. came in - it was Dr. A, a perinatology resident who had been working with us from the very first day arrived. I was so happy to see her! She completely knew the background and in the previous weeks, I'd already held her hand and cried, discussed my worst fears and basically bonded a ton, so there was no one I'd rather have walk in the door. She was really excited to see me too and brought in the ultrasound right away. She did it twice and said, "I don't know what they saw over there...I can't even get 1 (for fluid levels). Every cavity is filled with cord, not fluid." (The machines can detect blood flow and identify where the cord is, even if it isn't immediately visible.) Then she said something to the effect of, "Are you ready to have a baby!?!" YES!!!
Here's your medical vocab word for the day - "Oligohydramnios"
I don't know how to say it, but basically it means low amniotic fluid. There are lots of causes, but one of the most common in 3rd trimester is placental breakdown, meaning the placenta is no longer effective. It puts the baby at risk because the placenta isn't doing it's job and because without fluid the baby can compress his cord. In my case, with almost no fluid and being full term, delivery was the only option. (The low fluids explain why I was measuring on the small side.) I find it odd that the reason for the delivery came out of left field (just like everything in the 3rd trimester) and seemed unrelated to the heart issues.
Next Dr. A went over the delivery plan - induction. After checking my cervix - 50% effaced and 1 cm dilated! - she decided to go with straight pitocin, rather than use anything else. I was fine with this - with Isla I was at least 80% effaced, but not dilated and an induction with just pitocin worked fine.
I called Andrew and my mom and Isla and my mom came
I was supposed to have my first real appointment (i.e. in her office, not phone call or hospital visit) with my new high risk OB that afternoon, but obviously it was canceled.
My biggest concern at this point was that I forgot to put on deodorant in the morning. Obviously I forgot that labor was a gradual process because I was totally freaked that I would be in labor without deodorant on. Fortunately we had more than enough time to have Andrew bring deodorant. I called Andrew & my mom. My mom and Isla came to visit and walked with me over to my actual L&D room. I talked to Isla about what was going to happen and gave her a bunch of hugs and kisses. It was so hard to say good-bye to her. I didn't realize it, but in away it was saying good-bye to her babyhood. After Isaac came home she suddenly seemed so huge and capable.
Andrew went home (got my deodorant) and met my mom and packed quickly (We never did get that hospital bag pre-packed, but on the flip side I never totally unpacked from the first stay, and as my friend Carolyn pointed out, you can have a baby without a hospital bag.) I had lunch and relaxed and the nurse came in to start my IV and started the Pitocin around 3pm. Andrew arrived about an hour later and at this point I still didn't feel anything and I still didn't really feel like I was having a baby. I kept telling Andrew how unreal it all felt.
Around 5 pm... We're having a baby!!!

I needed A LOT of pitocin to get things going. They kept increasing it. With Isla we topped out at 24 and they had to turn it down because the contractions were getting too close together and turning into one big contraction. With Isaac they would get my contractions two minutes apart and then they would start to slow down to three unless they increased the pitocin. Like the initial contractions with Isla, the contractions were also very mild.
Around 5:30 pm...feeling great!

Around 8pm - Feeling a little less great...

Dr. A was off in the evening and Dr. R came on. I had always feared delivering with an unfamiliar Dr., but it turned out to be completely unfounded. Dr. R was awesome and actually spent more time in the room and checking in than by old OB had with Isla. She broke my water at 7:30 PM and I expected immediate pain (what happened in the same situation with Isla). There wasn't any water to come out, so it took a while and some testing to actually confirm it was broken. Maybe because there wasn't any water, it didn't immediately get super painful either, just gradually more intense. Breaking the water didn't actually speed up labor, so they kept upping the "pit."
I was worried that I would miss the chance for the epidural, but I didn't want to do the epidural until I was in enough pain that the epidural would be relatively painless. I have scoliosis, so the epidural is a little tricky - last time the anesthesiologist had to do it twice. I ended up getting it at 9:30 and I was really nervous because it was a younger looking Dr. and I knew I was at a teaching hospital and I had visions of paralysis. The Dr. was incredibly quick and confident and he had a resident observing who radiated "anesthesiologist calm" (I have a theory about people who become anesthesiologists.) in a kind of ancient medicine man kind of way and distracted me by showing me the giant rolls of tape they were going to use to keep it from falling out (my friend Gretchen had that happen to her.) I also prayed the entire time and it was incredibly calming.
At some point a NICU Dr. came in to review the delivery plan.
After lots and lots of pitocin I progressed to 5 cm, but I was still 50% effaced. The doctors increased the pitocin again (We topped out at 60 - almost 3 times as much as with Isla! Good thing I have absolutely no concerns about pitocin and its effects on me or the baby.) and I went from 5 to 10 cm and 50% to 100% effaced in 45 helacious minutes. This was really similar to my experience with Isla - uncontrolled shaking, lots of barfing and aspirating barf - just a lot faster. I was given oxygen to increase Isaac and my oxygen levels and it really helped me feel better, even though the mask smelled like the saran wrap the hospital uses to wrap their snacks in, which was gross. I had to be on my side for the entire labor and most of the delivery to maximize oxygen to Isaac and it made the epidural was weirdly stronger in my legs. Whichever leg I was lying on got extra numb and Andrew & the nurse had to help turn me over every 3o minutes or so to keep me from getting too numb.
When I was 5 cm Dr. R predicted that it would be a few hours, so she was surprised and happy that I progressed so fast. She came in to do some practice pushes and it was really discouraging. I realized how much the heart meds and bedrest had effected me and told Andrew and the nurse that I didn't think I could do it. They upped my epidural and had me "labor down" for 45 minutes. Basically relax and not push to see if the contractions would move the baby to a lower station. The one thing I really missed compared to my labor with Isla was having my i-pod. Andrew played some music on his phone, which was really nice.
A little past 10pm - getting some sleep.

1 am - it feels real now! Note the ice chips and barf cup beside...

After 45 minutes I tried pushing again and it was much more successful. Then the Dr. rushed in and asked me to stop pushing because the NICU team was in a C-section. (They must have a plan to address this! I'm sure this isn't the first time two high risk births were taking place simultaneously.) I waited again and then we got ready and moved over to the OR.
4:50 am - Let's have a baby!!!

Everything was hectic, crowded and fast from then on. Isaac's heart rate was dropping and was difficult to trace during pushing, so they had me push even when contractions were not occurring to speed up delivery. (Someone suggested an episiotomy to the OB and she said, "I am NOT doing an episiotomy!" THANK YOU!!!) At the very end they used a vacuum for the last few pushes. The Dr. started explaining the vacuum & I said, "It is fine. Just do it!"
Our, white blond, blue eyed (for the time being) little miracle arrived at 4:59 AM on Saturday 10-15-11. He weighed 6 lbs 3 oz and was 19 inches.
Isaac was screaming when he first arrived - music to my ears. He was placed on my stomach for a few seconds and then rushed away by the NICU team to the resuscitation room. Happily he did not need any resuscitating and after an initial evaluation and Andrew "re-cutting" the cord, he was brought in. Isaac's APGARs were 8 & 9! Both mark downs were for color.
Daddy cuts the cord at 5 Minutes old!

Holding him was instant love! I had no idea my heart could love another child as much as Isla and I'm so happy that it was instantaneous and complete. Isaac was crying a super soft cry and was very very pale and perfect. I held him and kissed him and we took some pictures. The NICU team stood around shuffling their feet and finally one of them told me they had to take him.
Meeting Mama at 8 minutes old!



Andrew asked if I wanted him to go with them and I said yes and then the doctors finished everything up and wheeled me back to the L&D room for recovery. At some point a NICU nurse came in to tell me that his heart was doing great. I rested and slept a little until Andrew came in and then we looked at pictures of Isaac, heard about what they did in the NICU (and the wonderful nurse who stepped in and took over after another nurse failed twice to start his IV.)
After rounds were over in the NICU we went in and I got to really spend time with our little man!
Isaac James - 1 hour old

9:17 AM - Visiting with Isaac

Isaac's 1st Bed

Our Son - Resting at 2pm

Getting an Echo at 3 pm - All is good!