In case you've been wondering about my absence lately…
I'd like to introduce the one, the only, and the uncannily stubborn
Ophelia Arlene Sturz
For those of you who've been keeping track, you'll know that I started having contractions around last Saturday, pretty regular, not so strong that I couldn't work through them. It took an entire week, untill Friday, for anything to actually change when my water started to break shortly after returning home from a concert. From there, the contractions went from ten minutes apart, to five minutes apart, and we were off to the hospital around two in the morning on Friday.
Things went a little iffy there.
When my contractions didn't change and the baby wasn't dropping fast enough, they started me on a Pitocin drip, which worked excellently for a while and, ladies, I suggest that if any of you are having a prolonged labor, hit up the Pitocin. It works pretty well.
Except in my case. Labor progressed slowly, and late late Friday they decided to fully break my water manually, then things progressed quickly. Contractions grew crazy strong and frequent (I managed them for the most part by watching the Tim Burton Batman Trilogy) until finally they decided to check me again to see how much longer I should be there.
Turned out that I had been at 5cm for nine hours and even though contractions grew to be nearly a full minute in length and barely enough time apart to breathe. I don't actually remember exactly what was going on. Funny thing, that, enough pain and your brain just blots it out.
What I do remember, though, was when the Doctor came in. Dr. Ezenagu, a pretty cool guy (and a father of a friend) came in, did some checking, discussed with the midwives quietly, then said, in his heavy nigerian accent (He is a nigerian immegrant)
"We have to do a C-section."
Things had been going downhill for me and the baby, and it was the only option left. The surgery itself was actually rather pleasant, but that may be the morphine and full-body numbing talking.
And, with one hell of a scream (she's got LUNGS) the world was introduced to Ophelia, eight pounds, nine ounces (BIG) and with a pretty high Apgar score, and all was good.
Now, things are still going on, and our hands are full as full can be, but it's all worth it.