Here is how Ana came into the world....
I was scheduled for a labor induction if Ana didn't put in an appearance on her own by Friday 11th August , well sure enough Friday rolled around and no sign of her. James, my mum, and I set off for the hospital and arrived at 7:30am. We were sent to Labor room 2 and I got into a hopsital gown then they started me on an IV drip and went through my paperwork. At around 8:15 Dr Campbell came in and checked my cervix, I was 3.5 cm dilated, 50% effaced and -2 station. Remember I was like this 3 weeks ago except then I was at a 0 station...so basically Ana had changed her mind about coming out and was actually working her way back up! So, they started me on a Pitocin drip, which is what stimulates your contractions. I started contracting right away, but so slight I didn't really feel it. From here the waiting game started! James and my mum passed time doing crosswords and other things...James even took a nap (shocker). I rested and slept a little too.

The contractions kept doing their thing, they made me a bit crampy and uncomfortable but I didn't really feel them until around 2:30pm when I started noticing them kick in a little. At 4:15 Dr Campbell came back to check me. I was 4cm dilated, 60% effaced and +1 station. She decided to break my waters to speed things along a little. Ouch...once she broke my waters all hell quickly broke loose. The contractions were VERY strong and were coming every minute. James was off getting coffee when my waters were broken so when he left I was lying there relatively peacefully and when he returned I was huffing and puffing and writhing around. My mum and James talked me through the contractions which were still coming hard and fast. When I managed to catch my breath I said the magic words....Epidural please!! I asked for the epidural at around 4:45pm and finally got it at 6:30pm....oh the humanity! Apparently they had to wait until I had an entire bag of IV fluid before they could start it. The anethologist was an old Chinese guy and pretty cool. I had to roll forward with my back arched like a cat and stay perfectly still while he inserted the 6 foot needle into my spinal column...sounds hard at the best of times, never mind when your uterus is going contraction crazy. Anyway, the medication took effect almost immediately and I was able to relax. James had to wait in a waiting room while this was done because I was only allowed one person in with me and I thought my mum might be able to handle seeing the needle better. Poor Slim... I think waiting and not knowing what was happening was probably much worse! Around 7pm I threw up (a nice little mixture of Jello and vegetable broth) and started shaking which are apparently signs of transition (the final stages of labor). I was checked again at this point and was now dilated to 8cm - yay progress! I tried to rest a little and was checked about an hour later and was now fully dilated and ready to push. James was on a coffee run again so I called him and said "hurry back, I'm starting to push". James actually only went for coffee twice but seemed to miss the big events whenever he did!
Ahhhh pushing. This deserves an entry all of its own. I really don't know what to say about this stage of labor except it was every bit as awful as you could possibly imagine...and then some. I was pushing for a 10 sec count three times with every contraction. Unfortunately I was overcome by an urge to throw up every time I pushed. In total I threw up about 5 or 6 times, but since I had nothing but clear fluids in my stomach it was nothing but bile and dry heaves after about the third time. I've not felt anything like it except for the time I drank an entire bottle of Jose Quervo on my 22nd birthday! (I still can't even smell tequila since then, so I guess this is the end of the road for me and raspberry jello). Anyway, back to the pushing. If my pregnancy has taught me anything it is that I had no idea what I was getting into. I was overly confident about some things (like being able jog until my 8th month! Ha - being able to get out of a chair was a stretch) and was wickedly misled about others (e.g. why call it morning sickness
when it lasts all day?!). But foolishly I though that woman pushes 3 or 4 times and out pops a baby. That's the way it always sems on TV right? Well anyway, I pushed and pushed, getting hotter and more frustrated all the time, for about an hour and nothing seemed to have changed. Dr Campbell came in to take a look at me and said I just needed to keep on pushing (duh) or she could take me for a caesarian
Well I sure as hell wasn't going to have a caesarian after all this - if I was going to do that I would have skipped labor all together! So back to the pushing....I tried all kinds of things to help - standing and squatting, using foot stirrups, holding hand bars, but to no avail. I was well and truly exhausted, in fact in between contractions I was so drowsy and woosy I felt like I might fall asleep! James and my mum were doing a great job of encouracing me. They had hold of a leg each and were taking it in turns to fan me. They were telling me I was doing really well, but after hearing that for 2 hours and not seeing a baby I was beginning to doubt it. Finally Dr Campbell strode in to take control of the situation. She was fantastic and terrifying at the same time. She was manipulating 'the exit' to create some room and urging me to push constantly. Finally the baby crowned - this stung like hell - and the end was in sight. I barely remember the moment she came out because I was delerious, but it was a huge release and the next thing I knew I had a squirming baby plopped onto my chest. Unfortunately the moment was short lived because Ana was wisked away to be checked over and I had to wait and be stitched back together (I sustained 3rd degree lacerations...ouch).

Finally I got to hold her - I was amazed at the sight of her, she was just so cute, and yet looked nothing like I imagined! After having carried her for so long it was just so amazing to finally meet her.