April 2011 Cuddle Bugs
Arrivals & Birth Stories
I will be adding the arrivals as I see them announced. If I missed your birth info or any of it is incorrect please PM me. Please share your birth story and pics here with us. No comments please!
Cuddlebug Birth Awards
Kim (HawkIgirl) | Isabel Mary| 6 lb 4 oz 19 inches | 6:33 PM (36w5d)
Jody (KessyWessy) | Layne (tba) | 6 lbs 2 oz | 1:02 pm (36w6d)
Tiffany (ArtsyMother) | Elijah James | 5 lbs 15.7 oz 20 inches | 9:29 pm (35w6d)
Erica (peach74) | Connor | 6 lbs 11 oz | 7:25 pm (38w1d)
(Roxannek) | Oliver & Audrey | 5 lbs 2 oz & 5 lbs 7 oz | 1:30 am & 1:32 am (35w4d)
Carrie ( SID081108 ) | Layla | 7 lbs 15 oz 21 inches | 12:15 pm (38w6d)
Caitlin (CaityA83) | Corbin | 5 lbs 10 oz 17.5 inches | 6:20 am (38wks)
Donna (dn2011) | Makena Leilani Adelle | 5 lbs 14 oz 20 inches | 7:18 pm (38w4d)
Meredith (meme84) | Levi Cannon | 5 lbs 13 oz 20 inches (37wks)
Noelle (~Noelle~) | Elizabeth & Alexander | 5 lbs 11 oz 18 inches & 6 lbs 1 oz 21 inches |
3:02 pm & 3:20 pm (37w1d)
Denise (2Denise1010) | Preston | 7 lbs 7.2 oz, 21 inches
Kate (desmondkr) | Alexandria | 8 lbs 3 oz 20.5 inches | 7:03 pm (39wks)
(lil_nasha) Taylor Ryan | 8 lbs 7 oz | 3:45 am (38wks)
Tiffany (cgandtiff) | Molly Elaina | 7 lbs 3 oz 19 inches | 10:55am (37w4d)
Jess (RabidDolly) | Caleb Allen | 9 lbs 10 oz 21.4 inches | (39w4d)
Colette (libmarm) Emmeline May | 6 lbs 12 oz |
Diana (luvBug0827) Delaney Lourine | 7 lbs 9 oz 20 inches | 9:51 pm (39w3d)
Jennifer (JayJayGee) Charles James | 7 lbs 9 oz 20.5 inches | 8:02 am (39w4d)
Sarah (Singfourever) Alice Katherine | 7 lbs 6 oz 22 inches | (40w)
Christy ( christyb918 ) Adelynn Grace | 7 lbs 9 oz 20.25 inches | 12:58 am (37ws)
Michelle (melloyellochelle) Charlie | 6 lbs 13 oz 18 inches | 8:17 am (38w3d)
Beth (haysmama) Anderson John | 8 lbs 9 oz 20.5 inches | 4:02 pm (39w)
Sharon (frolickinfroggy) Benjamin Matthew | 5 lbs 15 oz 18.5 inches | 7:19pm (37w5d)
Lisa (Laberglund) Sophia Ann | 8 lbs 8 oz 21.5 inches | 9:51 pm (39w)
Kristen (LazyDaisy) Violet Mae | 8 lbs 1 oz 20 inches | 9:30 am (40w5d)
Beth (PookieB) Benjamin Ryan | 7 lbs 7 oz 20.25 inches | 4:08 pm (38w3d)
(princess consuella) Nak | 8 lbs 6 oz | 3:30 pm (39w1d)
De (deeaa) Malcom | 6 lbs 6 oz | 4:41 pm (37w5d)
Tonya (BayCakes) Katia Miyoko | 7 lbs 10 oz 20 inches | 8:10 pm
(living4jesus247) Leah Grace | 8 lbs 11 oz 20 inches | 11:18 pm (38w4d)
Tiffany (*Tiffany*) Ariana Rabecca | 7 lbs 6.5 oz 19 inches | 1:51 pm (39w1d)
Katie (Katie79) Nathaniel | 7 lbs 14 oz | 11:48 am (39w)
Esti (esti1423) Naava | 7 lbs 8 oz 18 inches | 2:09 pm (39w)
Stephanie (fooninie) Sidney | 6:43 am (39w5d)
Martha (simer1mh) Evelyn Fayth | 7 lbs 2 oz | 4:23 am (41w2d)
(nurahjennah) Jazeera | 7:01 am
Elise (eFab) Violet | 6 lbs 13 oz | pm (38w4d)
(TonyaTan) Amber Nacole | 8 lbs 14 oz 19 inches | 6:43 am
Melissa (Melissas_crew) Emily | 6 lbs 14 oz 20.5 inches | 10:21 am
Julia (emmismom) Oskar | 2920 grams (6 lbs 4 oz) 46 cm (18 inches) | 12:42 am
Virginia (pico83) Oliver William | 6 lbs 14 oz 19.5inches | 12:50 am (38w5d)
Heather (LittleMama07) Olivia | 8 lbs 6 oz 20.5 inches | 5:22 pm
(Sonic) Duncan | 9 lbs 2 oz 21.5 inches |(41w2d)
Cedar (cha_cha_heels) Lucille Darlene | 8 lbs 3 oz 18.5 inches | 5:27 am (40w4d)
Last edited by PookieB; 05-19-2011 at 11:47 AM.
So here is Isabel Mary's birth story:
I went to work Tuesday 3/8/11 (36w4d) and noticed I was having quite a few contractions but didn't think too much about it b/c I've always had a ton of BH. At 11:45 that night I woke up to a small gush of fluid. I told my DH, "I'm not sure but I think my water may have just broken." I went back to bed and about 20 minutes later, it happened again. I called L/D and they told me I should come in. Not sure if this was the real deal, I just left DH at home with son and drove myself. On the way there, nothing happened but then lying on the table, it was obvious and they took one look at me and said, "Oh yes, your water definitely broke."
Since I was a VBAC they hooked me up to monitors and IV's. After a couple of hours, I started getting contractions that were getting regular but not painful. My DH got there around 2 AM and my doula got there about 3:30 AM. I was only 2 cm dilated and baby was so HIGH they wouldn't let me walk b/c of fear the cord would slip underneath the baby.
My doula helped me use the ball and I did get into the tub. By 8:30 AM I was in such pain, I asked if I was far enough along for an epidural. I was 4-5 cm and the epidural was HEAVEN!! I managed to sleep a little. At 7 cm, they were concerned about baby and weren't picking up contractions very well so they put internal monitors for baby's heart rate and the contractions. At 2:30 PM, they came and told me the monitors showed I wasn't making enough progress and they offered a repeat C/S or pitocin to get things moving. They don't generally like to do pitocin for a VBAC b/c of risk of uterine rupture. I almost caved in on the c/s b/c I was just SO tired but my doula convinced them to give me one more hour unmedicated. They came to check the cervix and I was 9 cm!!
At 4:30 PM, I started pushing and after 2 hours, the head was right there. I could see in the mirror a load of black hair and I got to reach down to touch the head. They called the Dr in and at 6:33 PM, a few more pushes and out she came! I got to announce the sex of the baby and they put her on my chest right away. I got to nurse right away and she latched on without any problem.
I then gave her to DH and I had a good little cry, thinking of my mom in heaven dancing for joy over the birth of her new granddaughter. Also, the fact that since my DS was a 30 weeker, I didn't get to experience holding him after birth or nursing him...heck I didn't even get to see him until he was 24 hours old!
I am SOOO grateful for my doula. I firmly believe that I would have ended up with a C/S without her support. Thanks for reading! Here are some pictures of my beautiful dark haired wonder:
Big Brother, my little preemie, Isaac
Well, it all began WEEKS ago with lousy contractions (LOL!), but yesterday morning, March 18th, after not sleeping a wink, I was taking DH to a work and kept feeling a trickle. I was having contractions and thought maybe I had a small leak. I called my OB office and left a message for the triage nurse. When the nurse called me back, she asked for the details and then said she'd talk with my midwife and let me know what I should do. Within 5 minutes, she called back and said I should go to triage at the hospital and see if my membranes rupture. I called DH, picked him up, and he, Lily and myslef headed to triage. I was contracting every 8 minutes or so. At noon the MW showed up and checked me, I was 3-4 and she checked to see if I was leaking. Fortuntately, it was not my water, BUT She thought I was in early labor and wanted time to walk to see if I made changes. I walked from 12:45- 1:50 and when I returned I was 5cms and Connor was a 0 station, so I was admitted. I had no pain at all.
Once in the L and D room, I declined a epidural b/c I had no pain, and I was told I could walk, take a shower, use the ball, etc. We walked and then returned to the room. By this point my contraxs were few and far between. I was not sure if the midwife would send me home or not after she came back at 6pm. At 5:15, the nurse came and told me my mw was going to break my water so if I wanted I could take the epi then. I decided I should since I was already 5cm. I had the epi and then waited 30 minutes for the mw. When she arrived, my nurse mentioned she thought she heard his heartbeat up high for a second, but then it returned below. My mw went to check me ( I was 6 cm with no pain) and she no longer felt Connor's head, but thought it was a hand or foot. It was 6:35 at this point, and they called for ultrasound STAT. U/S came and Connor was now transverse. Within seconds he went breech. The dr was called. When the dr arrived, he ultrasound me and by that time Connor was a footling breech. I was rushed into the OR to avoid membrane rupture and cord prolapse. Connor was born at 7:25pm weighing 6lbs 11oz and 18.5 inches long. His sugars are great, as is his breathing. I was very ill last night, so today was my first time holding him. We'll be released Monday and Tuesday.
side note: The dr who delivered said it has been 6-7 years since he saw a kid move from "0" station and 6cm dilated to a footling breech and we can blame the "SUPER MOON".
Friday, March 25, 2011 6:20am
5lbs 10oz, 17.5 inches
Sorry it has taken me so long to write this birth story!! It has been a crazy week and I am exhausted.
It all started Wednesday with my induction. I got up at 8 that morning and my mom and DH and I got everything cleaned and packed and ready to go. We got to the hospital at 5 and by 6:10 I was in the room with the cervadil in place. When we got to the hospital we were told that they were doing some sort of system maintenance from 7p-2a. What this meant for me was that the fetal and contraction monitors wouldn't be working like they usually do. They didn't show up on the monitor screens, only on the paper. So once the system went down, the nurse couldn't see my monitor from the nurses' station and had to come in every 20 min to check my paper
Around 2am or so I started noticing that my BH were getting very regular and felt different. DH and I got all excited that the cervadil had put me into labor and that maybe this induction wouldn't be so bad (boy did we have another thing coming...) Since the nurse was in non-stop DH and I weren't able to sleep a wink!! Then they came in to take my cervadil out and we were so excited to see what I had progressed to. I was a fingertip dilated when we started and now I was 1cm and maybe 50% effaced. This was bittersweet. I was excited that I had made some progression but was bummed I hadn't really gone far... They decided to do one more cervadil for 12 hours and see how I was doing... So I labored for another 12 hours and kept walking and moving and doing everything I could... but when the cervadil came out... still only 1 cm! From this point we had three options… Go home and wait for natural labor, do another dose of cervadil or start pitocin. We decided to go with the pitocin.
I labored really well on that for about 4 hours when they decided to check me again. Now I’m only 1.5cm dilated and 70% effaced. Ugh! We were so discouraged after so much time…. When I went to sit up from the check, my water broke!! We were so excited to have my body doing something. He had been super high up till now so we were hoping that with my water broken he would be able to put pressure on my cervix and get things moving…. But the ctx got HORRIBLE!! So I asked for some IV pain meds… The first dose did a good job of taking the edge off, but only lasted about 20 min. The second dose was even less effective and the third dose only made me dizzy. I was in complete agony by this point and with every ctx I was sure I wasn’t going to survive the pain! I told our nurse that I had to have something else for the pain, so she called my dr and she said if I was in that bad of shape to let me have the epi (I was originally told I had to wait till 4 cm to get it). So it took another hour+ before the epi lady got there and put it in (the LONGEST hardest hour of my life!!). Once the epi was in I was feeling a lot better, except it didn’t work all the way and I had a spot on my back that wasn’t numbed…
So DH and I laid down and expected to finally get some rest!! By now its 4:30am on Friday and I haven’t slept since I got up at 8am on Wednesday! Well as soon as we started to relax, Corbin’s heart rate started decelerating and the nurses kept coming in to check it. After about 15 min with the epi she decided to check me bc she said that sometimes when you progress quickly the baby’s heart rate will drop. So she checked me and I was at a 4!!! We were SHOCKED!!! Haha. So we kept on laboring and he was still having a problem so after about another 45 min she checked me again and I was at 9.5 We just couldn’t believe it was happening so fast!! She went to get some things, call the dr and get some things ready… then we started pushing. He was still very high (around -1 station) So I had to do some good pushing to get him past my pelvic bone but it didn’t take all that long and at 6:20am he was born!! It seemed like it took forever for him to cry but they said he was healthy. His apgars were 8/9. I had a 3rd degree tear but so far it really hasn’t been bad… not like I would have thought it would be! Haha.
So that’s my story!! Sorry its so long!!
Fresh out of the oven
You can see the Joy written all over his face!
DH's first diaper change
Corbin was born the day before our niece's first bday. This is a pic of them... she is a very tiny 1 year old, and look how small he is next to her!
First Cloth Diaper
Getting some sun to help with jaundice
Born 3/15/2011 at 9:29pm
5 lb. 15.7 oz. & 20 in.
Elijah's birth story:
Before I get to Elijah's birth, I had gone into pre-term labor twice. The first time I started having contractions all through the night on March 1st (33 weeks, 6 days pregnant) & the next morning I went to see my dr. and was admitted to the hospital and given meds to stop the contractions. I was then put on partial bedrest and given medicine to take at home to help prevent the contractions. The next time I started having painful contractions was on March 6th (34 weeks, 4 days pregnant) and was admitted for the 2nd time to the hospital where I was only given pain meds and a sleeping pill. The dr. on call said that since I was past 34 weeks pregnant that they do not give meds to stop the labor at that point, however since I was not dialating further that the contractions were not real labor. So I was sent home again.
On March 14th (my birthday) I started have the painful contractions again early that morning. The medicine I was on wasn't stopping them and I sort of had a meltdown when Derick (my husband) said he had to go to work. So, my mom came over to be with me in case I had to go to the hospital and my mother in law picked up my sick 2 year old to take care of her. Luckily later that morning, my husband came home and said he was able to get off of work for the day. He brought me a dozen red roses and cheesecake for my birthday. I took some pain meds that were previously prescribed to me when I was at the hospital and I was knocked out for quite a few hours. When I woke up, the contractions had nearly stopped. Me & Derick enjoyed the rest of the quiet evening together.........which was good since it ended up being our last for quite a while.
On March 15th I started having the painful contractions again early that morning, except this time the contractions were getting closer and closer together. I was already scheduled to have an ultrasound and dr. appointment that day, so I called and they moved my appointments up to an earlier time. Me & Derick went to the hospital knowing that today must be the day. I sat in the waiting room for my ultrasound what felt like FOREVER, getting looks from other people when my face would contort from labor pain. A few ladies asked me if I was okay and gave me good luck wishes when they heard I was having painful contractions. When I finally had the ultrasound, the tech said that the baby looked like a good size (she estimated 5 lb/11 oz) and was long. She said that they can't tell if the lungs are developed but everything else looked good. I went to see my dr. next and she confirmed what the tech said and sent me to be observed. She said that if I dialate further to 3 cm that they would then admit me to labor and delivery, but since I'm pre-term she wanted to wait to make sure that I was indeed dialating further.
Once in the observation room, I was given some pain meds, but they lasted all of about 30 minutes. Whitney left work to come see me and she gave Derick a needed break to get some lunch. I remember her bringing her ipod so I could listen to relaxing music (Coldplay, one of our shared favorites) while I was having contractions and she reminded me to breathe. (I tend to hold my breath while in pain) By the time my husband came back from eating a quick lunch, the dr. came in and checked me. Sure enough, I was barely 3 cm dialated, so I was admitted to labor and delivery.
Once in labor & delivery, I had to answer the million questions the nurse asked, all the while wanting my epidural, lol. My dr. came in and checked me again and I was still 3 cm and she broke my water. Then I was given my epidural.....which was not a great experience. I was very calm before b/c I remember having no problems the first time with my daughter. But when the meds started entering my body, my hearing got really messed up and I started sayind & "I can't hear! I can't hear". The dr. kept re-assuring me that it was normal and I would get my hearing back in just a moment. After several minutes, I did get my hearing back and I was lying in the bed with my eyes closed concentrating on breathing. I heard the nurse ask if that was normal in a whispered question to the dr. He said "Yes, it's normal when some of the epidural gets into a vein". Another words, that wasn't suppose to happen but it can if I screw up and get it in her blood stream. I was thinking great! The epidural worked for a little while, but then I started having immense pain right in the birth canal. I was in tears from the pain, so they ordered another dose of meds through the cathetor. The meds completely numbed my legs and left side of my body but I was still in pain in the most crucial area! My dr. came in and checked me and I was 6 cm. Finally after an hour of being in pain, the dr. came back and said that the cathetor came out and they would have to redo it. The 2nd time I didn't have any hearing problems and my pain was finally relieved, but an hour later I couldn't feel anything not even pressure. The dr. checked me again and I was 10 cm. I went from 6 to 10 in an hour!
Luckily, by the time it came to push I could atleast feel pressure again. I got through the pushing pretty easily and when the baby's head came out, everyone was silent. The dr. said I have his head, keep pushing. The next second, the dr. said, he's out. But the room was quiet, I could have heard a pin drop. My husband was staring at the baby and I was dying silently inside to hear him cry. The dr. finally said, his cord was wrapped around his neck and then I heard her suctioning the fluid out of the baby's nose and mouth. Then I finally heard him cry! The dr. asked Derick if he would like to cut the cord and the dr. placed little Elijah on my belly (on top of the blue paper sheets) while Derick cut the cord. I could tell his face was discolored and his body was very pale, as a result of the cord. Then the dr. from the NICU came in (I guess one of the nurses called him) and gave him an oxygen mask while they weighed him. They started working on him right there in the room and during all this time, I hadn't said a word. I guess I was in shock of everything happening. The NICU dr. turned to me & Derick and said, "He is going to be okay. He is just having a little breathing trouble right now, but it will not effect him long term." I was relieved, but still full of questions in my head, but I just nodded and watched. The NICU dr. came over and put Elijah in my arms for the first time and said "Here mom, you can hold him for just a minute and then we need to bring him to the nursery (NICU). So give him a kiss." I remember tearing up as I held my little son and telling him that I loved him. I gave him a kiss on his forehead while he stared up at me. Then the dr. whisked him away. I was still in a shocked state, when the NICU nurse came over to me & Derick and told us that the dr. we just spoke with was one of the best in the state and that he actually makes TV appearances. We were happy to hear that Elijah was in the best of hands, but what we heard next made us realize that those weren't the only hands he was in. The nurse then asked us if we were religious people. We both said yes that we were Christians and then the nurse said "because someone was watching over that baby. He was meant to be born today." She proceeded to tell us that the cord was wrapped so tight around Eli's neck that not only was his face blue but he also had red pressure points on his face, which is a sign of the significant lack of blood/oxygen he had been getting. She said that she has seen babies born stillborn that had the cord wrapped that tight. She apoligized if she scared us, but we thanked her for making us realize how fortunate we were and that the preemie breathing problem he was having was nothing compared to what could have happened if he would have stayed in my womb any longer with the cord around his neck. Derick then went out and told our families everthing in the waiting room and that I had requested only to see our parents at that time. We told them when they came in our room about the cord and everything the dr. & nurse had said.
It was hard that night going to recovery without my son in my arms. Derick went to see him in the NICU and he said it was hard to look at him with all the tubes & IV hooked to him. In hindsight, I am glad I never saw him like that. For the next morning, the dr. called and said that Elijah was breathing fine on his own and that they were able to take out the breathing tube! I started crying with joy. I went to see him later that afternoon and they had also taken out the feeding tube. They said that he was doing fine eating on his own too! I was amazed at his quick progress and started hoping that he would come home with us. Unfortunately that didn't happen b/c Elijah could not keep his body temperature up. So he was transferred to the Special Care Nursery where he stayed for the next week. I was finally able to take him home March 23rd, 8 days after I gave birth. But every day I went to the hospital to see him, most of the time it was twice a day. I remember taking him out of his isolette or bassinet with the wires still hooked to him and feeding him and rocking him while singing. Although I was sad not to have him home at the time, I was also trying to count my blessings that he was even alive and doing so well. When I did finally have him home, it felt like I was in heaven to have my whole family under one roof.
Side Notes: I still have the ultrasound pictures from that day and it's hard to tell if you can see the cord wrapped around Elijah's neck, but I think I can see it. It's a very haunting picture. If Elijah would not have made it through the birth, I don't know the amount of guilt I would have felt. I am just so thankful that I don't have to endure that trial.
3 days before I gave birth, I attended my mom's 50th birthday party. It was outside and I sat on the swing the entire time (with my heavy husband). We found out later that the swing broke and fell to the ground the next night when our cousin went to sit on it!
Also, my work is switching insurance companies starting April 1st. If I would have had Elijah in the month of April, I would have had to pay an extra $1,000 b/c of the deductible. Crazy, huh!
Last edited by ArtsyMother; 03-31-2011 at 04:18 PM.
DH~Derick: Married 3/25/2006
DP~Teddy(golden retriever): 6/28/2006
7lbs 15oz 21 in
Sorry this has taken so long! Layla is a week old today, I can't believe it.
I was scheduled to be induced at 6am Thursday morning, the 24th. We got there at 5:55 and they had just checked in 7 couples before me with scheduled inductions, and had run out of rooms and nurses We sat in the waiting room until 6:30 and they finally found a place for me.
My doc came in at 7am and broke my water. I was already dilated to 4cm and 75% effaced at that point, but baby girl was fairly high at -1 station. They started a low dose of pitocin after the doc left because I was already contracting on my own but they wanted to try to even out the contractions. After a couple of hours I asked for the epidural, and she put me on the list. She said there were "one and a half" people in front of me. It took about 45 minutes for the anesthesiologist to come in and by that point I thought I was going to die when the contractions came. So he starts asking his routine questions "any prior surgeries?" 'Yes, I had a lumbar laminectomy in 2007" His head flies up and he says "whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm not doing an epidural on someone who's had a lumbar laminectomy!" Terror and panic cross my face. I said "but i've had an epidural since then!" He says "Well some people are willing to do them and some are not...I'm not." Oh my gosh, I almost lost it. You have to know, I have absolutely NO desire to have a baby without an epidural. It's pretty much at the top of the list of things I don't want to experience in my lifetime. I basically started begging the anesthesiologist, who was less than friendly (he was super cranky from the beginning). Long story short, he finally ended up doing it, but only because I had my back surgery in that same hospital and the nurse looked in my records to tell him the exact discs that were affected, and he said they were low enough that he could go above them. Even then the guy was all flustered and cranky and it took him almost an hour to get my epidural in. He had to remove it and retry 3 times.
So the anesthesiologist leaves and the nurse sits my bed up a little, which the guy told her to because the epidural was higher in my back than they typically do them and he didn’t want it to move up my body instead of down. I immediately start to feel wierd. Dizzy, then nauseous, then like I can't breathe, then just horrible. I'm trying to explain to the nurse how I feel and I can hear a little panic in her voice. I have never felt anything like this, and at the risk of sounding dramatic, I seriously felt like I was going to die, like my body was shutting down. Like something had gone horribly wrong. I kept telling her "something is wrong, something is wrong" and she was trying to calm me but I could tell she was not calm herself. As it turned out, my blood pressure had dropped to 71/37. By laying me down flat, she was able to get it to slowly come back up, which took about 15 minutes and I slowly felt better through that time. She said an epidural can cause your blood pressure to drop significantly, which is why they give you a ton of IV fluids before you get the epidural, to offset the effect. She said in most people the body regulates itself, but mine did not for some reason. Anyway, totally scary.
So finally my DH and other family/friends were allowed back in, and the pain of the contractions started to subside as the epidural set in. It was only about 15 minutes when I said "hmmm, I feel this strange pressure" (I just mentioned it to my family) I didn't know what the pressure was because with DD1, after the epidural I felt NOTHING, literally nothing, for the rest of the labor and birth. I didn't feel pressure, an urge to push, or her coming out. I felt nothing. Well the nurse came in and I told her that I felt pressure. She said "I better check you" I was a 9.5, after only being at a 5-6 just before getting the epidural. Wow, that went fast. The doc was called and she got there very quickly. Everyone started rushing to get things set up. I pushed through about 5 contractions (3 pushes per contraction) and she was born at 12:22pm. They could not get her to cry, although she started breathing fine and was looking around wide-eyed at everything, but she would not cry. She wimpered, at best. Her apgars were 8 and 9, the 8 was because she didn't cry. I had a 2nd degree tear, which was much better than the horrible tear I had with DD1.
Here are some pics from my iPhone…I haven’t even had a chance to get the pics off my real camera or my mom’s camera! Life is crazy with two kids
Fresh from the oven
Big Sister meeting Layla
2 Days Old
Already looking like daddy
Already tired of big sister's kisses??
Last edited by SID081108; 03-31-2011 at 11:55 PM.
CARRIE and DH 7/14/07
Friday, March 25th I woke up with a surge of "nesting"...I scrubbed the bathroom and kitchen floors, vacuumed & dusted the living room and bedroom floors and did the kitchen dishes. My BFF came over in the morning to visit and all the while, DH was calling me on an hourly basis, just to check on me and see if he was "needed". Around 4pm that afternoon, I started getting pretty regular contractions, about 10-12 min apart and lasting anywhere from 1-2 minutes. I tried laying down and resting, even went so far as to take a long, relaxing hot shower, but they were still consistently there, so I knew they weren't BH contractions. Around 7pm I decided to call my OB's office to fill them in on what was going on. Since it was the weekend, my OB's office was not "on call" (more on that later), but I did get a callback from the dr who was, who instructed me to "come in to L& d". So, I called DH at work and told him we were a "GO"!!
Since my DH works about 40min from home, and my water HADN'T yet broken, I knew we were ok to wait, so I got all the stuff together and waited for DH to arrive. Once home, he quickly took a shower and got ready, loaded up the car and off we went to the hospital, where we arrived around 8:30pm. We got checked in, monitors hooked up and they ran the standard intake tests (blood pressure, Doppler, ultrasound, FHR and blood work). By the time all of my tests came back, my contractions were closer to 6-8 min apart, but I still wasn't dilating at all, so plans were made to move me upstairs to start my induction. In the 45minutes it took to get me moved, my blood pressure shot astronomically high, over 210, so I wasn't even in my L&D suite for 10minutes before they came and moved me directly into the High Risk unit, where I would stay until I delivered.
Just like two weeks before, my BP was causing considerable issues. They started me on the anti-seizure meds and hooked me up to monitor my BP. They needed to get me more stabilized, fearing that I could stroke-out during delivery, so they decided to put off the start my induction, until they could safely consider me for a vaginal delivery--if not, then they would perform an emergency C-section. By now, it was almost 2am, my entire support team (my husband, mom, sister and aunt) were there and they all were a bundle of nervous energy. They finally got my BP to an acceptable level around 4am, so they started my Foley Bulb placement, since I could no longer have the Cervidil with the BP issues. After the Foley was inserted, I sent everyone home, including my DH, since there was nothing to do but wait, and if everyone was there---NO ONE (including me) would get any rest. So, after everyone left, I tried to get some assemblance of shut-eye, which was NOT happening and hunker down to wait.
During the night, we found out--much to our disappointment, that on nights and weekends, our practice works with two other groups for coverage. What this meant for us is that there would be no guarantee that neither MY doctor, nor any from her practice would be delivering our baby. Now, at no time during the 9months of my pregnancy did our practice EVER disclose this possibility to me about this possible occurrence. What they did stress to us, over and over, was that we HAD to see every doctor in our practice at least TWICE, in case that my OB was not available, we would be aware and comfortable with someone else from the practice doing the delivery. Logically, this would work, but when we got to hospital on Friday night and found out about this "other" plan, it did NOT go over well, understandably. By Saturday morning, we had found out that, in fact NONE of the doctor's from our practice were "ON CALL" that weekend, so I would be guaranteed that a "stranger" would be delivering our daughter! At that point, I lost IT.....with everything else that was happening, to have this stress added on top was just too much!!
My Foley Bulb came out around 7:30am, so at that point I was 3cm dilated and ready for them to start my Pitocin. My family arrived back in around 8am, which is when the new OB doctor arrived. We asked to have a meeting with her, in which I was very candid and straight---there was nothing against her as a doctor, it was just that I didn't know her from "Adam" and with all of the misinformation we'd be given, DH and I both felt we had been a bit blind-sided by everything. The new OB was so sweet and understanding--she spent about 40min sitting on the edge of my bed, being grilled by DH and family and in the end, she left me feeling so reassured and comfortable! The Anesthesiologist came and discussed my pain options with me--since it was safe, I could still have the epidural if I wanted it, and just needed to let the nurses know when.
By 2:30pm, I was 5cm dilated, 80% effaced at a -2. By 3pm, they decided to break my water and I was ready to have my epidural, so they came and did that, which I SO LOVED--I wanted to KISS the anesthesiologist!! Dilation continued, but slowed down at one point---they were having issues with the baby's HR, which significantly dropped with each contraction peak, so they were slightly worried that I'd still end up in an OR for a C-section. By 6:00pm, I was really starting to feel the "pressure", for which the epidural really had no effect on. In the course of an hour, I went from 7cm to 10cm dilated, so just after 7pm, I was ready to start pushing!
By now, I was exhausted...from my family, to the lack of sleep and the overall anxiousness of the situation, it felt as if I was going to completely shut down. They asked DH to get on my left leg, and my sister on my right. At that point, I said "I just CAN'T do this..." to which my baby sister got right up in my face and kissed me on the forehead and said--"You CAN do this...remember what POOH said--"you're stronger than you think you are". I smiled at her, and the pushing started. I did three groups of 3 pushes and on the 4th push group, she was out!
Makena Leilani Adelle was born at 7:18pm on Saturday, March 26th weighing in at 5pounds 14ounces and 20 inches long
The room erupted in joy and (from what I was told afterwards, because I was SO overwhelmed), when she came out she was facing my mom, aunt and DH with eyes WIDE open and smiling. DH cut the umbilical cord and they laid her on my chest--she was SO tiny--much smaller than I expected, so I was a bit overwhelmed with everything that was going on. They collected our Cord Blood and proceeded to work on me a bit, while DH and the nurses took baby for her cleanup and processing. I had a slight tear, which required two stitches, and with the epidural, I did not feel a bit. They had a problem with my placental delivery, so that took a bit of time and was quite discomforting, having them press and squeeze on my abdomen, but finally they were able to get it out. My uterus contracted perfectly, so they were really happy with that. AND, the biggest joy---they let me EAT, which was so great, considering the last food I'd had was Friday afternoon, around 4pm! My sister when to RED ROBIN for takeout and the rest of the family stayed and took tons of pictures. DH's mom and SIL came in to see the baby and they were just in LOVE with her! After my sister came back with the food, and everyone ate, they let our new family get settled in for the first night. Since I was on the anti-seizure meds, we could not be moved directly into the post-partum unit, so we had to stay in High Risk until Sunday. The good news is that they let Makena room in with DH and I, rather than being taken to different floor for the first night. They tried to have me breastfeed, but due to flat nipple issues (which did NOT resolve even with the initial pumping attempts), we had to resort to formula feeding.
Overnight, they continually monitored both Makena and I for issues with blood sugar and my BP, both of which CONSIDERABLY improved once the baby was out. By morning, they had me off the anti-seizure meds and up walking. I was able to eat breakfast and then they moved all of us up into our post-partum suite. By then it was 10:30am, and I knew that my DH was exhausted beyond belief. I told him to go home, nap & shower and come back later in the afternoon. Since it was Sunday, there would be nothing really for us to gain by him being there at the hospital all day, since they have no classes or maternity services on Sundays. The only thing that I did get to do was a one-on-one session with my nurse, who instructed me on how to bathe the baby. Other than that, both momma and baby slept most of the day.
Sunday evening DH was back to spend the night, and we had a few rounds of visitors. Early Monday morning, we received a visit from our Pediatrician, who also happens to be our family doctor--baby was checked out and released to go home. By Monday, her weight had dropped only to 5pounds 9.5oz. My other docs came and released me for discharge, we just had to wait around for a lactation consultant to come by and meet with me. While waiting, the baby's professional photos were taken, right there in our hospital room! I'll be posting them later in the month, once we get the CD from the shoot. The lactation consultant came and talked with me about the problems I am having with my nipples (one is slightly inverted and both are very flat and do not stay erect), so I've opted to skip BF'ing and instead just stimulate my milk by pumping and then bottle-feed with my breast milk, if it comes in. In the meantime, we’ll continue with the formula that she's been on since birth. After all of that, DH took most of our "gear" down to the car and pulled it around to the hospital's main entrance, for my discharge. Just before the hospital's escort service came to take us downstairs, Makena decided that she needed to EAT and right then and there! So, we had to stop, unpack the baby from her car seat and get her fed. By the time we were done, we had to wait another 20minutes for escort to come back to get us. By that time, both DH and I were antsy to get HOME with our baby girl, and we finally made our way downstairs. They started to take me out through Maternity, when we told escort that my husband was at the main hospital entrance---OOPS--they conveniently forgot to instruct us that all delivery discharges are through Maternity, so DH was going to have to go and get his car and come to the Maternity entrance to pick us up. So, while they wheeled me and the baby to Maternity, DH went to the front entrance of the hospital, where he found they were just getting ready to tow our car from the entrance loop---GREAT!!
After commandeering our vehicle, he drove over to Maternity; loaded us both up in the car and home we went. It's been a whirlwind of the last few days---lots of sleeplessness and fatigue, trying to get Miss Ladybug on a feeding and nap schedule and most of all, just trying to stay sane! We've had visitors every day, although we have instituted a visitors schedule (nothing before 2pm or after 8pm) and we've been inundated with offers of food and help if we need it, which we're taking advantage of, as needed. We have our FIRST pediatrician visit this morning, so we'll be happy to get that under our belts! Pumping has bit a bit of a challange--I'm getting just a tiny bit from my right side, and my left (the one with the problem nipple) is sore and nothing is getting expelled yet. The plan is to continue this until the end of April, when my pump rental is up, and see where we're at before I extend the rental contract.
Without FURTHER ADO, meet Makena Leilani Adelle --
married to J 10/7/2003
It's a GIRL - Makena Leilani Adelle born 3/26/2011
March 30, 2011
8lb 3.5 oz
20.5 inches long
Attempted VBA2C that ended in a repeat c-section
Well, since my baby is now over a week old I thought I would type up her birth story Here it is:
On Tuesday March 29th at 9:30 am I went to my 39 week doctor appointment. At the appointment he asked me if baby is moving ok and I told him I hadn't felt her the night before as much as I usually do. Usually she was moving all night long and keeping me awake but I didn't feel her at all during the night on the 28th. That morning I had felt a couple of tumbles so I didn't think much about it. He said he wanted me to do a NST to see if everything was ok. On the NST there were a couple of heart decelerations he was worried about so he told me to go right over to the hospital to have a stress test done (give small doses of pitocin to start contractions and see how the baby does during contractions). I was a little freaked out at this point since I was NOT expecting that that day. My friend had been watching my little boys for us while we went to my appointments but for the last couple of weeks I hadn't been having him check my cervix so I had decided to just take the boys with me to this appointment. That meant my husband had to take the boys back home to have them watched by a friend and get all of our hospital bags while I went to start the stress test (we live about 20 minutes away from the hospital).
11:40 am was when they started me on the pitocin for the stress test. My hubby actually made it back to the hospital by the time they started the pit. I had to get 3 contractions in 10 minutes and that happened pretty quickly. After they got the 3 contractions they turned off the pitocin but kept monitoring me. My doctor came in to see me at 1:00 pm. He said the baby didn't do great on the stress test but not horrible either and that she looked fine on the monitor now. He said they were definitely going to admit me and that we either needed to do a c-section right then or they could monitor me overnight and depending on how it went possibly do a soft induction in the morning. I told him I was fine with being monitored overnight but did NOT want the c-section if we could avoid it. He checked me at that point and I was at 3 cm, 75% effaced and the baby was at a -1 station, he did a membrane sweep to see if we could get things moving. Luckily I only had to be on the monitor for 20 minutes out of every hour so we were able to go for some walks, sit on the birth ball, etc. to try to get things moving. My hubby went and got MegaMind from Redbox and brought the kids for a movie night at the hospital. That is a fun memory I think they will have of when their baby sister was born! That night at the hospital I didn’t have a single contraction
In the morning (7:00) on March 30th I had some bloody show when I went to the bathroom. I have never had this with all 5 children so I thought maybe something was going to start. Wrong again!
At 8:30 the doctor came and broke my water and placed an internal monitor (I didn't even know he was going to do that and was not very happy!). He said the baby moved up during the night and was no longer at a -1 station. They even had to push on the top of my fundus to get the baby down far enough to make it safe to break the water. My doula came and we played a card game or two and then decided to try all different positions, nipple stimulation, pelvic rocks, etc to see if we could get the contractions going. My body was not cooperating. At 11:45 the doctor came in again and said we needed to start pitocin to see if we could get things going. Since I was a VBAC they started it at a 1 and only increased it by 2 every 1/2 hour and the maximum they would turn it up to was 20. Every time they would increase the pitocin I would have 3-4 really good contractions and then they would stop completely. It was so frustrating. I was doing really good and able to relax through the contractions. We were trying to do different positions while the pitocin was going but every time I would stand or sit on the birth ball the baby was having late decelerations (heart rate going down at the end of the contraction). She seemed to like it when I was lying on my side and the contractions would be harder also, so I laid in bed.
At 4:30 my doctor came back in and checked me. He said I was at a 4 and 100% effaced but the pitocin was already at a 12 and the contractions were not picking up. He told me he would give me one more hour but that he needed to see some good progress or he was going to have to cut me. He told me he was getting a lot of pressure from the hospital administration all day and that they really wanted him to do a c-section on me the day before but he was fighting them for me and really wanted me to have the chance to deliver vaginally. After that grim news we really ramped things up. I stopped looking at the monitor and just did everything I could think of to get contractions going. I tried more nipple stimulation (ouch!) my husband and I did the hula and my doula tried doing pressure points. Still the same story, 2-3 contractions and then they stopped.
5:40 my doctor came back in and I hadn't changed at all. I was very disappointed at this point because I was doing so well dealing with the contractions even on pitocin but I just couldn't get the contractions to keep going. The doctor said there were still some decelerations and since I wasn't progressing we really needed to do the c-section so I consented. That is when I broke down and bawled. I was so sad that I wasn't going to get the VBA2C that I wanted. I felt like I had done everything I could and it was just out of my hands. My doctor had been good to work with and fight for me but if contractions wouldn't start there was nothing we could do. I had a great nurse that is actually studying to be a midwife and she said she has never seen my doctor do a c-section unless it was absolutely necessary. That information made me feel a little better but just a little.
6:00 they took me into the operating room. The anesthesiologist came in to do my spinal and had a really hard time getting it in. After trying to insert it about 5 times (with me hunched over and my nurses having to help support me) my doctor suggested to him to try another needle. The second needle went in without any pain and the anesthesiologist showed me the first needle. It would take air in but would not let anything out (inject). Those first 5 tries hurt like HELL! Anyway, finally the spinal was done and they laid me down to finish prepping me for the surgery. As I am laying there completely naked the surgical tech says, "Hey, what did you say your last name is?" to my husband. My husband told him and the tech says, "I thought I recognized your voice, you're my cousin!" Great, nice to meet you cousin Jerry! Sheesh, what a place to meet my husbands extended family.
6:50 the surgery begins. I had asked them to not tie my hands down so that I would be able to hold my baby right after she is born. At 7:03 pm Alexandria Fern was born. She was perfect and screamed until they gave her to me After they laid her on my chest she was quiet as can be and stayed that way until her bath 3 hours later. I asked my nurse if I could BF her while they were stitching me up. She said they usually wait until we are in recovery before they try breastfeeding. My nurse was great! My uterus was not going down like it was supposed to (stupid uncooperative uterus!) and was bleeding too much, so my nurse said, "forget it, let's get that baby nursing and see if that will help!" She helped me get her latched on (which was not easy lying flat on my back!) and my little girl was a good nurser right from the start. The doctor asked how the baby was doing and my nurse said, "great she's breastfeeding." He said that's good and continued sewing me up.
After I was all stitched up they took me right to my room where my nurse did her bath, weight and everything right at my bedside. She was over 3 hours old before we even knew how much she weighed because she hadn't left my chest that whole time. She weighed 8 lb 3.5 ounces and was 20.5" long. She beat my biggest baby so far by .5 ounces and 1". She was definitely a big girl. It was so great to not have my baby taken away right after the c-section. This was definitely my best c-section birth, simply for that fact.
I stayed in the hospital until Saturday April 2. We got released at 11:00 am and by the time we got home I was feeling horrible. I had a huge headache that was making me nauseous and dizzy. I went straight to bed and slept for about 3 hours. When I woke up I felt a lot better (just a little dizzy) but after being up for another 3 hours I was starting with the headache again. I decided to call labor and delivery and see what they suggested. The nurse that answered happened to be the same nurse that was in my c-section with me and she said that she thought I had a spinal headache and that I needed to come back into the ER. So at 10:00 that night we headed back to the hospital (luckily Grandma was here and could stay with Alexandria and the other kids). The ER was definitely not fun, I was still bleeding, I was so engorged and my head was killing me and they wanted me to get into a hospital gown. I immediately soaked the entire thing with breast milk. I was super grumpy and did NOT want to get another IV and get poked with more needles. I asked the anesthesiologist if I had to be hunched over to get the blood patch. He said we can do it lying on my side but that it might not work. I thought it would really hurt trying to hunch over with my incision but it wasn't as bad as I thought. In order to fix the spinal headache they had to do what is called a blood patch. They take blood out of your arm (a lot) and inject it into the same space in your spine that they do the spinal. The blood then clots and closes the holes left open by the needles. The reason for the headache is that the spinal fluid has been leaking out of the holes left by the needle (and remember I got poked at least 6 times trying to start my spinal) so there were a LOT of holes. The spinal fluid that leaks out makes it so that there is not enough fluid around the brain to make it buoyant and it causes a severe headache. Anyway, the anesthesiologist told me there was going to be some pressure when he put the blood in and to let him know if it was too much. Oh my gosh that hurt!!! After he got done putting the blood in I had to lay flat on my back for an hour to let the blood start clotting. It really hurt to lie on my back. I would say it hurt more having that blood in my back than the headache itself. After an hour the anesthesiologist said that when I get home I need to spend the next 6 hours flat on my back (meaning no pillow). I do NOT like sleeping on my back but sleeping (trying) on my back with no pillow was TORTURE. Plus, how am I supposed to stay flat on my back with a newborn that wants to nurse? When we got home (at 1:00 am) my baby was hungry since I had been gone for 3 hours. I nursed her and put her to bed and then she cried for the next 3 hours. I was exhausted and supposed to be flat on my back and she would not go to sleep, ugh! I got a total of 1 1/2 hours of horrible sleep that night
The next day my back was still hurting but more bearable and it has gotten a little better every day since. Luckily, the headache was gone for good and my baby started sleeping 5-6 hour stretches at night. In fact last night she slept from 11:00 until 7:00 and is only 1 week old, yes ladies that is an 8 hour stretch. I am so glad I got a good baby!
Last pregnant belly pic (March 29 38w6d):
Hubby helping me squat:
After the c-section (I was able to hold her right away and BF while my doc sewed me up):
2 days old:
April 7, 2011
8 lbs 9 oz
I was scheduled for an induction on 4/7/11 and told to call at 5am to see if they had a bed for me. When I called they told me to be there at 7am. I got up and got showered and dressed. Then the hospital called back and said they were running low on beds, but had a lot of people going home so to hold off and they would call me around 7:30 or 8:00. I hadn't heard anything by 8am so I called them. At that point they said they were full and that I should eat something light because they were waiting on my doctor to say how late she wanted me to come in. So I ate a bowl of Cheerios and about 15 minutes later they called to tell me come in now. My anxiety/nerves/frustration were just up and down all over the place all morning!
So DH and I arrived at the hospital about half and hour later and my IV was in at 9:10am with Pitocin started. I was "almost 3cm" at my last appt (the nurse at the hospital couldn't even reach to tell when I came in, so we are assuming I was still about 3cm at the start of everything). I labored through about 5 hours of contractions that didn't hurt at all. I just felt the tightening very regularly. The nurse said she could only turn my Pit up 1.5 more times so I'd better start feeling something, lol. I guess I missed my doctor's rounds that morning since I didn't get a room early enough, so she finally showed up at 1:55pm, checked me (4cm) and broke my water. The very next contraction after my bag was broken, I felt! I told the nurse to call for the epidural because they were immediately painful and I knew I would go fast now.
The epidural was in at 2:30pm. Almost immediately my blood pressure dropped and wouldn’t come back up. It got down to 81/38 and I felt awful…had the oxygen mask on and just couldn’t get to feeling “right.” So she called the anesthesiologist and he gave me some ephedrine to bring it back up. Finally felt better after that.
At about 3pm the nurse checked me as her shift was ending and I was 6cm. I started feeling lots of pressure with each contraction. I had no pain in my uterus and my legs were *mostly* numb, but the pressure was INTENSE. At 3:30pm I was getting a little irritated that the next nurse on shift hadn’t come in to check on me and I was feeling so much pressure I was almost sure that I should have been pushing so I paged her to come check me. She took too long in my opinion (I thought I should have been pushing!) to come in. She checked me, and I was already at 9cm after only 30 minutes.
She moved around the room getting things situated then came back to me and had me push a few times to see what kind of progress I would make. I pushed through 2 contractions and she called the doctor in. Of course my doctor was in surgery, so they asked me if I could wait to push. I thought about it and decided I could wait a few minutes so my own doctor could deliver me. She showed up at 4:00 (about 5-10 minutes later), I pushed through 2 more contractions and Anderson was born at 4:02pm.
This was my hardest delivery of all three. The epidural didn’t work completely and I felt all the pressure and stretching down there. I was grunting and making noises I’ve never heard before, lol. He was my biggest baby and amazingly I didn’t even tear (I did with my other two).
He was evaluated by the pediatrician the next morning. She said he had mild jaundice, probably because he got his daddy’s blood type and not mine, according to the doctor. Interestingly, DS1 has DH’s blood type and had jaundice after birth and DD has my blood type and did not have it. The pediatrician wanted us to stay in the hospital two nights instead of one to watch the jaundice. We spent most of Saturday waiting around for the pedi to show up and send us home. We finally left the hospital at 2pm and are home and doing well!
Last belly pic-39 weeks
Just born-checking him out
Under the warmer-all cleaned up
Meeting big brother and big sister.
Snuggling with Mommy.
Big sister is a natural!
Ready to get home!
On Wednesday afternoon I had my 38 week doctor appointment. Dr. A, without asking or saying much about it, did a membrane sweep. It didn't hurt - just felt like he was doing an exam. He said, while up there, "I'm going to just stretch ya out here a little." I had no clue that meant a sweep. After that, I told him that at the next appointment, if I made it, I wanted him to do one. That's when he told me.
Brock and I had some errands to do after the appointment. We went to lunch, Babies R Us, and then to pick up our second car from the mechanics. Back to home to have dinner and settle in for the evening. Nothing was happening in terms of contractions. I felt pretty tired while at BRU. But heck! I was 38 weeks pregnant and running after our 20 month old!
That night we crawled into bed, watched some Friends, and went to sleep. I remember telling Brock, "Well, if things were to happen sooner than later, I think we could handle it. We have pretty much everything we NEED done." Little did I know...
I woke up at 3am feeling a lot of tightness and pain around my belly and back. As it subsided I realized it was a contraction. I waited in bed, half shocked, and sure enough... I had another. After a few of those, I got up and went to the bathroom. Loose stools. I had a feeling something was happening. I hopped onto contractionmaster.com and timed the contractions while I walked around the bedroom. Brock stirred a litle but I was hoping he'd stay asleep longer, knowing it'd be a long morning.
By 4am I was pretty sure this was it - contracting every 3 to 5 minutes. I had him get up and start packing. I started cleaning our playroom and getting the house picked up - cause, ya know, that's important when having a baby. I then made all the appropriate phone calls - to my mom in FL who was now, for sure, missing out on this birth, and to our sitters.
Our daughter, who is still breastfeeding, woke up around 4. Knowing the only way she'd go back to sleep was if I nursed her, I said a prayer and went into her room and put her back to sleep. I have no idea how I got through those contractions without waking her up.
Our sitter arrived around 6. By this time my contractions were still coming every 2 to 5 minutes and getting more and more intense. I needed Brock to be there as I got through them. I would put my arms around his neck and do hip circles as I breathed each one.
We arrived at the hospital by 6:30. I was still in great spirits and very excited. I walked to the nurse at the front desk and said "We're having a baaaaaby!" She looked at me and said, "Oook, are you *in* labor?" I told her I was for sure and about my contractions. She knew I was serious and headed back to the L&D floor to get a room ready, having us follow behind. I wanted to walk, much to everyone's shock! I heard the L&D nurse tell the front desk nurse "Take them to room 2." She then turned and looked at me. I smiled at her and kept walking. She then turned back and called out, "On second thought, Triage 2 is open. Take her back there." I looked at Brock and said "They don't believe I'm in labor!"
Triage was the worst part! We went through 2 nurses that were just horrible. The first one, a guy, kept asking me questions while I was contracting. Clearly, I couldn't answer. But he'd keep bugging me for an answer. Example: A contraction is coming, I start breathing and leaning on Brock. "Michelle, did you have any complications with this pregnancy?" I, in the middle of a contraction, do not answer. I keep breathing. "Michelle?" Again, still breathing. "Any complications? Michelle?" I was getting so mad! Finally, once it was over I answered him. But, hello! Don't you understand what I'm going through??? Oh no... you don't! You're a guy! But still! Think about it! The next nurse wasn't much better. She came in and was helpful with my breathing but then when she asked what I wanted for pain meds and I told her "Breathing" she was clearly not happy. I don't know what her deal was but she was not supportive of that at all. Thankfully, I didn't see either one of them again! She also told me that Charlie's heart was decelling. I don't believe her. I think she just wanted an excuse to keep me hooked up. Bleh! When she checked me, I was 4 1/2 cm.
Around 7, three new nurses came into my room to move me to my L&D room. They, again, wanted me to take a wheelchair. I refused and told them I would walk. So we made the quick little walk down the hall to the room. I had a contraction by the door going into the room and I could tell we were making progress! Things had hit a new level. They wanted me to get on the bed so I could be monitored again. I was trying to be patient, especially since the last nurse said that about his heartbeat. However, they wanted me to be on my back and I absolutely refused that. So I sat on the bed. I have NO idea how I got through it sitting there. I told them I wanted to get up and stand. They made a big fuss about that and said they had to check me before they could let me do that. So they checked me again. This time, not even an hour later, I was 8 cm and a little cervix left!! I was sooooo happy!
They wouldn't 'let me' stand but I managed to get through sitting there. I told them I would not push while on my back. One nurse said the doctor would have a say in it. Since I knew my doc was going to be there, I knew it wouldn't be a problem. I had already to talked to him.
A few minutes later Dr. A walked in. He had me lay on my side so he could check me. Since I was 8+, a tiny lip of a cervix, and feeling baby moving down, he broke my water. He said to call him the second anything else changed. He was back in the room within 10 minutes and I was pushing. I stayed on my side and pushed him out in about 10 minutes. The cord was wrapped around Charlie's neck a few times, so Brock couldn't cut the cord. But Charlie did really well and there were no problem from the cord. Dr. A let me pull Charlie out the rest of the way and bring him up to my chest. It was the most amazing experience!
I did get a 1st degree tear. He said it wasn't too bad. Recovery has been OK. Different from with Grace. I tore the opposite direction with her (to the front). So it feels so different. But otherwise, I think it's OK.
He has been an awesome nurser. He's just a natural. Have had only once or twice to redo the latch.
He is waking, so I will come back to post pictures.