There is something interesting about me that isn’t true for most women. I didn’t mind being pregnant, didn’t feel incredibly uncomfortable, and wouldn’t have minded Chloe being a couple of weeks overdue. Jordan on the other hand was a little less patient and wanted me to eat spicy Mexican food and bounce on the trampoline to induce labor. I knew life was never going to be the same again after Chloe arrived, so I would’ve waited a few weeks after the due date before really getting aggressive about inducing labor. So really she was early by my calendar.
Chloe was actually a week overdue. After my due date passed I visited my OB/GYN’s office two separate times to see if anything was progressing. Nope, Chloe was feeling right at home. We had scheduled an induction on her due date but my doctor decided to postpone it since this was my first baby and he didn’t know how my body would react. I was slightly disappointed but ok with the news. Jordan was frustrated but was willing to go along with the doctor’s recommendation. Five days after my due date, I was still not showing any sign of dilation, so my doctor decided it was wise to schedule the induction for two days later.
Chloe must’ve understood that she was getting an eviction notice that day, because at 2:00 am on the day of my induction my water broke. We were at the hospital and admitted within the hour. From there, progress was normal but slow. Plans were made for me to have an epidural but I wanted to wait as long as possible before getting it. (Someone had told me that if you get it too soon then it could run out before you get around to pushing. Yeah, that’s not really true.) Once my dilation reached a 4, I requested the epidural. Let me just tell you that I will forever be a huge fan of epidurals because once it was in, my body completely relaxed and I slept like I didn’t have a care in the world. The only thing that really woke me up was the nurse telling me that it was close to pushing time. I perked up and felt ready to get this job done.
The nurse prepped and informed me of what was going to happen. My doctor was called and the nurse told me that I could start pushing before the doctor arrived. So I did. Within a couple of pushes the nurse asked me to stop because I was doing a little too well. Chloe was coming more quickly than she had anticipated and we needed to wait for the doctor. Once he arrived though everything moved very quickly and I delivered my beautiful baby girl, 8 lb 3 oz, 20 ¾ inches, 10 fingers, 10 toes. We were in heaven.
My leg brought me back to reality. I didn’t wear my stockings at all while I was in the hospital for obvious reasons, although I kind of wish I would’ve tried to wear it after I had delivered Chloe. She stayed in our room with us that night and I was so nervous and restless about taking care of her that I couldn’t elevate or rest my leg. I was definitely concerned about my leg but decided to make it my second priority until I could get home.
Jordan and I both felt ready to go home the next day if the doctor gave us the go ahead. Chloe was doing well, all of her tests were normal, and we were sick of being interrupted by the hospital staff. At home, I would have the help of Jordan and my family to help me recover. I also needed to rest and sleep in my own bed to help the swelling in my leg go down. My thigh and calf felt so heavy, plump and tight that the range of motion at my knee and ankle became constricted by the swelling. I believe that most of the swelling was due to not wearing a stocking for close to 48 hours. I was walking around, sitting up or getting in and out of bed which didn’t allow my leg to recover like it needed.
Fortunately I had an awesome husband and family who took great care of Chloe and me. I was able to rest and recover so much easier at home than in the hospital that the swelling was completely under control within a week of being home. Something else that helped me was wearing a stocking day and night, even while sleeping. I was up every two to three hours to feed Chloe, so I needed to have compression on at all times. I did wake up with numb toes from time to time, but I was just too exhausted to go through the bandaging process.
This was a very anxious time for me, but also a very rewarding time. I had the support and care of a wonderful husband and attentive family. I don’t know what I would’ve done without their help. My leg was healthy and recovering after the stress of labor and delivery, and I finally got to meet the little person I had been carrying for 9+ months.