After 41 weeks, and 3 days (yes, that is 10 days overdue), Miss Avree greeted the world. My experience in a German hospital was good, but different. I will share the details with you, if you want to hear.
It all started with my doctor going on holiday. At the end of a visit, he told me the clinic would be closed next week, and that I should report to the hospital the following week for my usual check-in. The weekly check-ins consisted of a 30 min monitor of the baby's heartbeat and any contractions I was having (nope!). I continued to report to the hospital, until I finally asked how long he would be gone. He was gone for 3 weeks, right up to my due date! I finally went back to the clinic for a visit, only to be seen by a fill-in doctor. It was she who referred me to be induced. I was induced with Natalie ten days before my due date because she was a big baby, so each day that passed with Avree I grew more anxious. I finally went in for indcution Saturday, Sept. 10th.
We arrived at the hospital, filled out the necessary paperwork, and was escorted to our room. I went in for monitoring, and then was given a little tablet, which resembled 1/4 of a Tylenol.. I then went back every hour for more monitoring and to see that I was not having any contractions. We settled in to our little room the best we could, and watched time pass away. As the afternoon progressed, I was to be given another portion of tablet. Great, I thought. I am never going to have this baby.
Right before it was time for the second dose, a little wave appeared on the chart. A contraction? Maybe. I hadn't felt anything. We decided to wait until the next hour to take the medicine. Meanwhile, Ben went out to run a few errands, he decided we needed more minutes on the cellphone and was going to check in on Natalie, who was staying at home with my mom. As soon as he left, I began to feel a little discomfort, and started texting. "Where are you?" "Hurry back." The pain intensified. "Don't grab anything." "Get back as fast as you can." I was hopping around the room, not feeling the greatest, and decided to go ask for my epidural. I took a deep breath, hobbled to the end of the end of the hall, and realized I didn't know how to buzz the nurses. I can wait, I told myself, and hobbled back to my room. Ben arrived about ten minutes later, around 4:30, and I shouted to him as soon as soon as he opened the door, "Go tell them I want my epidural." He came back to get me and take me for more monitoring. I don't think they understood.
While suffering through contractions, they tried to tie the belts around my waist. I, unable to sit still, told them to get the anesthesiologist up here now! I am pretty sure I terrified all of the pregnant ladies in the waiting room, and they soon took me back to a delivery room. Upon quick check, the nurse announced that I was dilated to a 7. My worst fear has come true I thought. I'm not going to get an epidural.
Lucky for me, the anesthesiologist arrived just a few minutes later, and worked with me to help reduce my pain. I thought I was going to die! Even though I felt instant relief, they told me it would take about 20 min for the full effect to take place. I did not have 20 min to wait. Avree was born about ten minutes later,on 9-10-11 at 6:06 p.m She weighed 8 lbs, 12 oz and was 21 inches long.
It all happened so fast, as far as everyone knew I wasn't even having contractions. We spent the next hour using the minutes Ben had purchased to call our family and tell them that she was finally here! We came home from the hospital Monday morning. Natalie was instantly taken with her. She, of course, has been very helpful. My mom got to be with us for another week and a half. She is now home, Ben has returned to work, and we are working on establishing a routine. I could use some more sleep, but other than that, we are all doing well, and are very much in love with Avree Grace Hutto!