We reached the delivery suite and went through the registration procedures. There was a lot of waiting around for them to process us so we simply chatted with each other. I warned Joshua that the first major part of inducing is long and boring so I told him to do his own work while I rested and saved my strength for the real deal at the end.
The doctor finally inserted the first tablet to induce labor. We had already rallied our friends to pray for a quick and successful process and the Lord was merciful to answer that prayer. Within minutes, the first contraction began. I was wondering if the contractions were effective enough to dilate my cervix since I did not feel any pain. It was very much like the Braxton Hicks, which I had constantly experienced previously. In fact, if I were not paying attention, I thought that the contractions had stopped, till I check the machine to ascertain otherwise.
My lunch came and I dug in heartily as I knew that I would need all the strength for the later part of the day and Joshua went to get his own food.
The readings on my contractions convinced my gynea to start giving me the antibiotics for the GBS infection. I was still doubtful that the painless contractions were really doing their job in opening my cervix.
My cervix was finally checked and announced to be 3 cm dilated. I was surprised since previously, I would have found it difficult to walk during contractions by this time and yet I still felt nothing. I could only be grateful to God for allowing me an easy first part of the labor.
By now, I started feeling pain during contractions and thought that I was progressing towards active labor. I was already 5 cm dilated and coping pretty well with breathing techniques and Joshua’s massages.
My gynea discovered during an internal exam that Joram’s hand was at the cervix. She told her colleagues that if my waters break, they must help me push his hand back into the womb because if the hand comes out before the head, I would have to go for an emergency caesarean.
Joram was apparently eager to come out. With a mighty punch, I could clearly feel him break the water bag himself! Fear griped me as I remembered what my gynea said. I tried not to move till the doctor came to examine me. She frantically tried to stuff his hand back in and even asked her colleagues to help her out too. With all these happening, I started crying out both inwardly to God for help and outwardly to release the stress building up in me. Thankfully, God intervened and the hand was no longer in the way after 10 minutes. It was safe to continue the labor till the end especially since the GBS infection was no longer a concern anymore. However, another problem began to pose itself to us.
With the breaking of the waters, I felt a great need to bear down and the pain greatly intensified. All hell broke loose and I started screaming during contractions to feel better. I told the doctor and nurses that I wanted to push and they checked me. I was still only 5 to 6 cm dilated! When I asked if I could push, the doctor said in an uncertain tone that I could push if I really wanted to. A nurse then added that I was not yet fully dilated. Yet another medical personnel asked me if I wanted an epidural since it might take some time before I deliver. I was extremely confused. I didn’t know what to do. I could only yell out in frustration and pull at my husband’s arm during each rapidly coming contraction and try discussing about what to do in between. After being bombarded by a barrage of suggestions for me to take the epidural, I finally acceded to get them off my back. I guess it must have been rather traumatizing for them to hear my loud screaming.
Someone called for my gynea and an anesthetist came in to go through with me the long speech regarding the risks of epidural. Halfway through, I totally lost interest and decided to listen to my own body and start pushing as I could feel the baby coming through. I screamed my lungs out with each contraction as I pushed with all my strength. The medical personnel noticed what I was doing and was in a frenzy to help me. There was simply not enough time to put up the delivery equipment. Someone kept telling me to control my breathing and not scream. Believe me, I would if it were of any use at all. Breathing in and out only served to interfere with my pushing so I resumed my screaming and grunting.
After only a few pushes, Joram was out and I could clearly see the shocked look on the doctor’s face at the speed of it all. She was unprepared to be the one doing the delivery and fumbled during the extracting of the cord blood. It would have been amusing if it weren’t for the pain and distress I was in, trying to convince everyone that I was ready to give birth despite being only 5 cm dilated and that screaming was the best way to help me to do it. After a few minutes, my gynea finally arrived to deliver the placenta and stitch me up. She was the only who understood automatically my need to scream to relieve stress. She actually told me I could scream all I want if I found the stitching painful because then, at least, she would know that I was alright. Ironically, I was feeling light-headed at that time due to the sudden blood loss and the bright lights in the room. I did scream though, after I felt better. Together with Joram’s crying, we made a great duet in the delivery suite. LOL
All in all, I was glad we went through with the inducing. Joram was already 3kg at 38 weeks, the biggest baby I had so far. If I had waited longer, I wonder if I would have difficulty pushing him out. God’s mercy was evident throughout the process and everything turned out well. After the stitching was done. I did what I had never done in the delivery suite before. I broke down in tears of joy and cried to Joshua that it was finished. The vision was fulfilled and my mission finally accomplished. To God be all the glory!
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