I was induced at 37 weeks due to gestational hypertension. I had this whole romanticized idea in my head of what it would be like. I thought I was being realistic. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine what kind of turns it would take.
I was really wanting to avoid a csection, but knew it was a possibility. I wanted to wait for an epidural, and I did until that pitocin hit on day 3. Day 1 was uneventful. We went in and started on miso, had a cervical check and was at 0cm. Went to sleep and figured the next day the miso would have progressed me a bit. They checked in the AM and I was only barely 1cm dilated. This cervical check was excruciating. I sobbed after. Things went downhill from there. They decided to try to place a foley balloon. I used nitrous for this one, they couldn’t get it in. I sobbed more. Both because of the discomfort and for the fact it was day 2 and I hadn’t progressed. We continued miso into the next morning.
Cervical check #3 I was just barely 2cm. Tried again for the balloon…the doctor broke the speculum inside of me. Thank GOD a midwife came in to help. She was really a godsend and I wish I had been able to work with solely midwives for the rest of the catastrophe because they were the only piece of sanity I had. She came in, changed my position, and got the balloon in easily. I felt a little more hopeful.
Day 4 my BP shot through the roof. Now it’s severe preeclampsia, multiple different medications to attempt to bring it down, and a mag drip. Still only a few cm dilated. They removed the balloon, I was 3cm ish. Started pitocin. Maybe an hour later got my epidural. I was still in pain. We changed a bunch of positions and eventually I got sort of comfortable.
Day 5 I actually don’t remember much of. I know I was in pain despite my epidural but it wasn’t horrific until that night. I didn’t get any sleep really. I was moaning uncontrollably in pain. I was hallucinating. I forgot what city I was in. I had the nurse call the anesthesiologist and they gave me another bolus of epidural. This time I went numb from the waist down but it was welcomed. I slept a couple of hours, woke up at 8 when the doctor came in to check my cervix again. I was still only 5cm on day 6. By this point that bolus had worn off and I was in agony again. I was sobbing and completely gave up. I couldn’t take it anymore, I was still hallucinating and absolutely losing touch. The doctor scrubbed up and took me back for a csection.
After ALL of this, it turns out baby was in a weird position, so every time I contracted he crammed into my pelvis rather than my cervix. He was so crammed that his head was elongated and my bladder got beat up to the point my catheter was full of blood.
I was in recovery for 3 more days, dealing with spiking blood pressure. I was so swollen from the mag I didn’t recognize my face in the mirror. The first day and a half I was still hallucinating.
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading. I mostly needed to get it all out. But now I’m left wondering how I move past all of this. Whenever I think about it I get horribly sad. I want to remember at least the good bits but I can’t seem to recall them.