There is so much I can say about my first born. He came into my life and framed my world. Even when he has his “terrific two” mishaps he turns right around and does or says something that makes me forget all about it and brightens my day. Named after his father, Manny (his nickname) is the only heir of the Riddle family, which means he is the only one to carry on the Riddle name. My husband and I found out we were having a boy early (at 15 weeks gestation) because he was leaving for school/training before my 20 week anatomy scan could take place and I couldn’t imagine finding out the baby’s gender without him. I was so thrilled to be giving my husband a son. My husband was the end of the generation and he always wanted a little brother, so a son was even bettering my book. He was so proud and excited. During my pregnancy, I spent a lot of time traveling up and down the road visiting my husband while he was in school, resting and relaxing, and gaining weight. I am so fortunate that I did not have any complications especially with the way I was eating. My husband was stationed 9 hours away at the time so I decided to be induced so that he could be present for the birth of our son. I couldn’t imagine giving birth without him.
When I arrived at the hospital, the first thing they did was soften my cervix. This part was a piece of cake except for the part about me witnessing a woman who gave birth very quickly as well as med free and was screaming for her life. I remember hearing her and looking at my mom saying, “I changed my mind lets go home” and she replied, “it’s a little late for that now isn’t it”. Of course my husband slept through all of this but who could blame him? It was 1 in the morning. The next morning they broke my water and I was given 2 doses of iv pain medication that I absolutely loved when my contractions started getting stronger. After the medication wore off, it was time for my epidural. Everything was going great. I was progressing as I should and couldn’t feel a thing. That was until I started feeling my legs. I told my nurse but she said it was normal, increased my medicine and went to lunch. Shortly after, I started feeling contractions. These weren’t just any contractions either. The word of the day is pitocin. What is pitocin? I’m glad you asked. Pitocin is the devil’s first cousin. It’s purpose is to speed up labor by making contractions stronger and closer together. I’ve felt regular contractions and normal contractions have nothing on pitocin contractions. I was in so much pain that I turned into a mad woman. I was yelling and screaming demanding that someone do something. I wanted pain medicine that instance and I even jumped out of the bed and had to be tackled by my nurse and my husband to keep from getting up trying to run away from the contractions. As info could really get away lol. I also demanded an on the spot c section that my nurse sternly informed me I was not getting. I felt so bad for my husband because he was looking so scared and helpless. He just stood there silently. I guess he was afraid that if he said or did anything he would become the target of my raft lol. Finally the anesthesiologist came and would only give me an epidural only if promised to be still. I didn’t care what I had to do to get relief as long as I got it. My nurse held me during the epidural and helped me breathe through the pain. She even went to take care of something for a second and ran back to me when I begged for her to comfort me when a contraction came on again. My nurse was the greatest. I couldn’t have had a better nurse even if I had Denise Sherwood herself. Once my epidural was back in and my family reappeared, I was once again as sweet as pie. I did not feel a thing and got an opportunity to take advantage of some well needed and deserved rest before the big push. My nurse woke me up to check me and I was 8cm, so my husband decided to go and get some dinner. He was so confident that our son wouldn’t arrive for awhile that he left his phone in the room. The nurse came back in and had me push my way to 10cm because I was feeling pressure and my husband came back to the room to his wife’s legs in stirrups. He immediately threw his food down and came over to see what was going on. I pushed and pushed and pushed and nothing was happening so my doctor demanded that my epidural be turned off so that I could feel what I was doing. I tried my best to push him out before the medicine wore off but without success; however, once I did feel what was going on it did not take me very long to push him out of there. After two hours of pushing, vomiting on myself, and another embarrassing accident, a screaming little 6lb 2oz boy was placed on my chest. That was the happiest I could ever remember being and I was crying both because he was finally here and because it was finally over. Motherhood had officially began. As I lay here now beside my sleeping baby boy cuddling with his baby sister, I’m so grateful for him and blessed to be his mom. Their mom. To my fellow mommies out there and mommies to be please don’t get an induction unless you have to. (See my blog about my daughter’s birth to find out why.) be patient. Your baby is worth the wait. God Bless