As you all know, I had been having contractions for weeks. It seriously felt like months, but just a few mere weeks. On the day of the 26th, they seemed to be a little more “organized” but I have to admit that I was terrified they would just stop again. The 27th was my 40th week mark and I did not want to go past that. I have a irritating phobia about being late for anything and I intend to raise my children to be punctual as well. What type of mothering example would I be if I allowed her to be late for her first appointment in life!?!? Not only that, but I really wanted to meet her. Impatient? perhaps, but totally justifiable!
The Man, The Crayon Scribblers and I went on a long ride out in the country in the super-bumpy-needs-shocks jeep. After 3 hours of so much bouncing that The Scribblers had hiccups and I needed a new supportive bra, the contractions were the same. There but not seeming to do much. With only about 12 hours left until the 27th began, I began to feel desperate and did the only thing left that I knew to do.
Insert Castor Oil wives tale.
After 4 tbsps of the stuff, I sat my queasy self down on the couch and prepared to wait the 4-5 hours that the directions said that the oil took to work. Less than 2 minutes later, I had a WHAM contraction. Knowing the “results” of Castor oil and not wanting to leave anything to chance (or ruin the tapestry on the couch) I shuffled to the bathroom. Nope…nothing happening down there yet. Then…WHAM…another one. They were coming fast and they were coming hard. Obvioulsy this had nothing to do with Castor Oil timing, but rather Bitsy’s timing. The Man and I called the appropriate people and I drove myself to the hospital. I probably should have waited for a family member to get there for the kids, but I didn’t feel I should wait.
All I could think of the whole time was at some point this Castor Oil is going to kick in and its not going to be pretty.
I got to the hospital and after waiting 45 minutes for the non-insured, non-English speaking lady in front of me (that’s a rant for another day!!!!) I was finally taken back to a room to be monitored. After 2 hours of monitoring (Bitsy’s a slow mover) and lots of jumping jacks, squats and nipple stimulation when no one was looking they admitted me and promised me a baby was indeed coming.
Of course…so was that Castor Oil.
I was taken to the birthing suite and given an IV. I finally fessed up to my nurse and told her of the impending “Oil Spill” and she agreed to show me how to unhook myself quickly and not give me the epidural until after the “incident”
It’s a good thing too. Castor Oil is very effective for its intended purpose.
Finally after about 3 hours, The Man and my parents came to sit and wait it out with me. My twin went to my house to watch over The Scribblers.
At about 4am we started placing bets on Bitsy’s arrival time. I don’t remember the other times that were called out but I said about 7:15am. Turns out that I should go bet on the horses.
My epidural started wearing off at about 6am and for some reason they couldn’t get it to start back up. (Seems there is a little box that was connected to my IV that contained a bag of the miracle juice that had run out and all those medical degrees around me couldn’t figure out to just change the stupid bag) At 7am I was checked and was at a 7. At 7:20 I was complete and ready to push. At 7:27am Bitsy’s was pushed into this world by one Hercluean push. One and done!
Daddy cut the cord while they placed her body on my chest. She was the tiniest baby I had ever seen! 6lbs and 2oz, 17 1/2 inches. It’s those moments, when you are looking into your newborn’s face, that you don’t know whether you want to laugh, cry, whoop, hollar or dance around the room. Considering the IV and the fact that I just gave birth, I declined the dancing part and just kissed her little button nose and marveled at the tiny perfection that was lying in my arms. Every inch of skin was perfectly flawless, every tiny bone perfectly in place and every eyelash perfectly framed the perfect eyes that were looking into mine.
Bitsy fit perfectly in my arms, perfectly in our home and perfectly in our hearts.
Categories: infants, labor and delivery
Congratulations!!! Your posts are amazing! Never heard the castor oil thing, but you've given me something to google. I'm glad everyone is home, happy and healthy!
One and you're done. THAT'S how you do it, girl. So glad she's here 🙂
Congrats! She is absolutely beautiful!
I never braved the castor oil.. Brave. Welcome to the world, Miss Bitsy! Can't wait to see what your future holds!
Congrats! Fun to read. I love a good birth story.
Congratulations on your new precious bundle of joy!
Castor oil is the nastiest stuff in the entire world.. i gagged just thinking of it and reading your post. I tried it with Emma and remember it was all I could do to get that stuff down… it never worked if ya know what I mean ;)Glad bitsy made perfect timing so you didnt have to drink any more of that awful stuff!!
What a beautiful birth experience!! Welcome to the world baby Bitsy!
What a blessing a baby is! With my third one, I didn't even get to push. Congratulations on your sweet baby girl!
Now I want a Bitsy!! Thanks for sharing your story..as always it was amazing!
I may be a little bias….but Emily is the best name ever!!! Congratulations!!!!
She is definitely an angel!! What a crazy story!~WM
Goosebumps…I love it! And, interesting about the Castor Oil! At least you didn't hafta worry about #2 in second stage!! 😉
Castor Oil is more tolerable when mixed with something else. I always froze it with ice cream the day before I was going to brave it. Congratulations!
Congratulations Girl!!! She is a Cutie 🙂 God bless you all
Oh, how I wish I could smell her! I'm doing the dancing part for you. Congratulations and peace to you. May she sleep through the night by 3 weeks!
Congratulations, what a sweet little peanut! And one push? Your my hero! 🙂
That made me both laugh and cry! Congrats!
Thanks for sharing Bitsy's birth story with us. I tried Castor oil with my oldest son, he was born at 42 weeks and I was desperate. It didn't work for me because instead of letting myself dehydrate so I would go into labor, I drank a ton of water. Glad to hear that Bitsy was not late to her first big arrival!!!
One push….That's awesome! Maybe for my next birth….. LOL Speaking of castor oil…one of our old homecare nurses told me her castor oil birth story….hysterical!
Loved reading! Never tried castor oil…hmmm. Thank you for sharing it:)