This excited me because I was ready to have him out! We did the EPO Friday and Saturday, and skipped Sunday. My mom, who lives four hours away, surprised us Sunday morning. She had been having feelings all week that I would go soon.
Later that night I noticed a pickup in the baby's activity and I lost my appetite eating dinner. As my husband and I where getting ready for bed that night I told him that the baby would be here soon.
Around 3 am I started feeling these weird pains and couldn't get comfortable in bed, but rested anyways because I some how "knew" I was going to need it. I got up that morning and found that I had some "show." I was still feeling the pains but they where nothing special. My mom and I headed out to the mall and walked around for a few hours. I joked with her that when I got to the hospital I would be 6 cm.
We got home around 3 pm and I called the midwife. I had been having contractions every 5 minutes for about an hour. She was busy doing a delivery and didn't call me back until 4. When we talked on the phone she told me that I probably wasn't that far along, but to come in anyway to be checked.
In the meantime before she called we had a car wreck outside our house, and I had ran down the hill to see what the commotion was all about. Then as I was picking up the call from my midwife I almost stepped on a mousetrap, so of course I don't sound like I am in labor.
Well, we finally get to the hospital around 5:30 pm and the midwife was doing another delivery. It ended up being more like a few more deliveries before she got to me. At 7 pm she checked me with the intentions of sending me home.
Well I was at 7 cm! Apparently, I had ruined her night. She wanted to go home, but now she couldn't because I was going to deliver soon. They got me into my room and within two hours I was fully dilated and pushing. Of course I wasn't pushing right so that made things harder.
I had screamed a few times and she yelled at me to stop screaming, that just made me scream louder. I must say that I never had any painkillers at all the whole time I was in labor, nor did I ask for any. This midwife expected me to be silent while I gave birth. If I grunted she said, "don't do that." If I panted, again, "don't do that." No matter what I did she didn't want me to make any noise.
On top of all of this I wasn't too impressed with the fact that every time I had a contraction the nurse crammed her fist in me. I was getting quite frustrated with the midwife and the nurses. Then they kept telling me to have a bowel movement, but I kept telling them that I couldn't. I had not eaten since Sunday and now its Monday night, what did they expect?
I started feeling my baby moving down and could feel myself tearing. I asked for them to cut me and they must of thought that I wanted a c-section and told me NO! The midwife then decided that my contractions were not strong enough and gave me pitocin and didn't wait for the doctor's order.
Well, that sped the contractions right up. One good push and my son's head was almost out. She told me to quit pushing and I did. He shot right out and landed on the bed. The midwife glared at me like I had pushed. My son was born at 12:30 am, July 17th, weighing 8 pound 3 ounces and was 21.5 inches long.
I ended up with a second-degree tear, but I had a beautiful baby. As I put my birth into perspective, it didn't feel like I was in control at all. I did the things the way they wanted and I was pushed into delivering way before I should have. I never had that urge to push. They had me pushing while my contractions where still so far apart. Now I know why I had broken blood vessels in my face and eyes. My son wasn't even in the birth canal long enough to have any molding on his head. I was very upset by my birth. My labor was wonderful and I hope it is like that for future pregnancies. But no matter what, I will not be delivering in that hospital again. I will have my OB/GYN do it this time.
Thank you for listening to my story.
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