At that point, I decided not to press the epidural button anymore as I really was afraid of not being able to push good when the time came. Some nurses and the resident came in to have me do some practice pushes, and then they let me rest for a little bit. Shortly thereafter, my doctor walked in and announced it was time to have this baby! I wasn't expecting him to say that just yet, but was excited nonetheless. I pushed for about 25-30 minutes, but it was slow going. She was still pretty high, and on top of that, she was OP (face up), which makes the delivery even harder. My doctor was able to reach in and turn her before delivery so she ended up delivering face down. As I mentioned, she was still pretty high and my pushes weren't getting the job done so they tried to get her out using the vacuum. Unfortunately that didn't work, so they ended up putting on the forceps, and that did the trick!
She was born at 2:11 pm, and was 7 lbs, 13 oz, and 19.5 inches long. Just 4 oz. more than her big brother, but an inch shorter. :)
In the meantime, the resident, my doctor, and the nurses were taking care of me. Maeva didn't exactly come out smoothly. I'll spare you the details on this one, but they were working to stitch me up. I had been feeling great, but slowly started feeling a little worse. Things were pretty tense at this point as the resident was the main one doing this, and my doctor was supervising. It was taking awhile, and all I knew was the look on Patrick's face was making me nervous. I heard my doctor say I was losing too much blood and they needed to get this finished up. I asked Patrick if everything was okay, and he reassured me it was...but I knew from the look on his face that he was a little concerned.
It ended up I'd lost about half of my blood supply, thus the reason I was so weak and out of it. My doctor ordered a blood transfusion, and by late that night I was starting to feel much better after receiving the transfusion. I remember everything up to her delivery and for about an hour after that really clearly, but the rest of the day is somewhat of a blur. I just was too weak to stay alert and kept drifting in and out of sleep. Sunday was much better though, and while still weak I felt so much better and wasn't out of it at least, thanks to the transfusion.