After lugging my things into the room in the OB department I didn’t have to wait long before Dr. Herman arrived and placed the Cervidil. I was hooked up to a monitor for the first hour to verify that I didn’t react too strangely to it, but was afterward taken off the monitor to help me sleep more easily.
I spent most of that evening and the following morning winding embroidery floss onto cardboard bobbins. Strange pick for an activity, I know, but it kept my hands busy and helped to pass the time. I did have several nurses come in and ask what I was making, only to receive strange looks from them when I told them I wasn’t actually making anything.
Around 9:15 I asked for the Ambien that Dr. Herman had been so kind to prescribe.
Just a side-note about Ambien. I love it. As in, almost romantically. I would definitely call it my drug of choice. You fall asleep quickly, you sleep deeply, and when you wake up you feel totally refreshed and as un-groggy as you ever felt in your life. Heaven. Sigh.
Anyhow, I woke up in the morning feeling great. I wasn’t terribly happy about that, since I had hoped to wake up with contractions. Steve had managed to make it to my room at some point in the middle of the night and was sleeping peacefully on a horrible cot. The sweet nurse, Christie, who had been there that evening came in to check on me and told me she was leaving and that Dr. Herman and breakfast should both arrive around 8:00. So, I wound more floss. Dr. Herman beat breakfast to my room.
He removed the Cervidil and checked me. No change.
While he was checking on her station, however, he accidentally broke my water, as it had managed to push its way forward, past Evelyn’s head.
That is when we knew that Evelyn was definitely coming very soon.
Steve and I were both reminded then of the words in the blessing the previous day that we would know if induction was right- there was nothing we could do now but go forward with the induction or risk major infection to both me and Evelyn. More sweeping comfort overwhelmed me.
I called my mom and Liz to let them know what had happened and that they should probably plan on coming in the next few hours. I called my sister in law and doula, Angie, to let her know it was time to drive down from Yelm (which was several hours away). When I told Angie my water had broken, she said “I already have my shoes on and I’m putting on my sweater.” She was on top of things from the VERY beginning and stayed that way the whole time.
The day nurse, whom had already rubbed me the wrong way (just a personality conflict, she did a good job), came by around 9. I mentioned to her that I was starving and that Christie had mentioned breakfast would arrive around 8. She just looked at me and said “You don’t get to eat.” “For how long?” I asked. “Until you deliver.” That is when I shed my first tear in the hospital.
Silly how important food seemed right then. Labor hadn’t even started yet and everyone told me it would last hours. I’d recently read that 15 hours is the average labor time for first time moms. I wanted food.
After being monitored for about an hour to verify that the water breaking hadn’t caused any weirdness, I was allowed to get up and walk around. Steve hadn’t had any breakfast, so we went to the cafeteria. I had already decided I was a non-compliant patient. I had read the arguments for and against eating during labor and I felt that denying me food was an archaic practice. I enjoyed sharing Steve’s pancakes and bacon with him.
As soon as we got back to the OB department the nurse told me that she had spoken with Dr. Herman and they would start my Pitocin at 11:00. Also, he said I was allowed to eat.
Steve and I then took the opportunity to walk around as much as we could before I was attached to an IV pole. After realizing that Kittitas Valley Community Hospital is not set up in a “loop,” and thus not very conducive to walking around, we went outside and circled the hospital several times. Still no contractions.
And so, the IV was started and the Pitocin began to drip.
Around that time they decided to move me into one of the nicer labor and delivery rooms. Shortly thereafter my parents and Liz arrived, bringing with them ice cream and popsicles. They know me well and love me. They were followed soon thereafter by Angie. She came baring wool felt. She knows me well and loves me.
We all visited a bit, and then my parents had to go get some things done for a little while, so Steve, Liz, Angie and I started a game of Bohnanza, Bohnaparte style. By this time I started having small contractions and was very excited about them.
Around 3:00 they became too much to sit and play a game through so the beans were packed up.
Active labor had started!!