Introducing Emiline Mae!

Emiline's birth story begins a few weeks ago, at approximately 36 weeks gestation. My doctor who had previously been concerned about a gestational diabetic baby (read: large) due to my failing of the glucose tolerance test, was suddenly concerned about her being too small and IUGR on my part. He started ordering ultrasounds weekly, monitoring her growth and talking induction. I had been spending time with a CD series called Hyponobabies to prepare myself for a natural child birth so I was hoping and praying everything would resolve so I wouldn't need induced. I knew it was possible to avoid an epi with an induction but I also knew that pitocin can increase contraction intensity.
At 37 weeks our little girl measured a few weeks behind a normal growth pattern and was in the19th percentile for size. The amniotic fluid was fine, as was the blood flow in her cord. The dr was not concerned enough to end the pregnancy at 37 weeks but concerned enough to order an ultrasound at 38 weeks. At 38 weeks she was still small but everything else looked fine so he wanted to continue monitoring her. He said that had I been dilated at all he would have sent me to the hospital then but inducing without being dilated can lead to long, painful labor that would probably end in a c-section. My dr also continued to remind me to count her movements and make sure I come in any time her movements changed or slowed. So far they hadn't.
I continued to prepare myself for natural childbirth and prayed that I would get the chance to attempt it.
At 39 weeks (which was yesterday the 27th) we had another ultrasound and this time her size had shrunk from the 19th percentile to the 11th percentile.  She was also showing signs of distress, namely lack of practice breathing and very sluggish movements.
At the consult after the ultrasound I did mention to the dr that while she had continued to move, her movements had slowed considerably and were definitely decreased over the past four days.
That set in motion the induction plan. He checked my cervix and I was not dilated nor effaced. He gave my cervix the prize of worst one he had seen all week.
It was around 12pm and he said to head home, get things around and the head to the hospital between 4-5pm to start cervadil or prostin to soften my cervix, and then we would start pitocin about 12 hours later. He was very kind to warn us this was probably going to be a long process, but he felt it was necessary before things turned with the health of the baby.
We decided to have one last hurrah as a family if four and we stuffed ourselves at Culver's with burgers and ice cream. We all went home and took a nap (I did last minute necessities like bake cookies and pack) and Matt and I headed to the hospital around 4:30pm.
We were very blessed when we found out the doctor on call was the well known high risk pregnancy doctor in Fort Wayne which provided me with extra comfort in the event something went wrong.
I was admitted and had the prostin inserted at 7pm (this is the med to ripen the cervix so that it would dilate). At 9pm my contractions had become strong enough to be uncomfortable and I was excited to find out how dilated I was. I was dilated zero. ZERO. So more prostin, along with the plan to break my water at midnight. At midnight I was dilated zero. ZERO. More prostin and a cervical cath which basically made me feel like I was having constant contractions without a break. Contractions were getting bad but I still had hope that breaking my water would send me into natural dilation and childbirth. At 2am I was dilated 1cm so the dr broke my water and NOTHING happened. Not even a gush of water, just a trickle. And I hadn't slept yet. I was three hours away from being up for 24 straight hours, the last seven of them with contractions and NO progress. Talk about discouraging.
I got sleeping meds around 2:30am so I could rest, and then some phenergan and nubain for some pain relief around 5am. I finally slept for a bit when I was woken up by the dr at 6:30am with the news, "Baby is not doing well, we need a c section." Fabulous. And, phenergan always works me over. Meaning I hallucinate weird things, I am completely doped up, can't form a proper sentence, or even keep my eyes open for longer than a few seconds. It was in that state I signed all the paperwork for a c section, and was taken to surgery. I could hardly follow directions and even now, not even 12 hours later, can't remember much of it. Other than my spinal didn't work at first and I had to tell him the scalpel did not feel good!
So the csection hurt, that's about the extent of my memory.
To be continued and pictures to come.......