welcome to your lodge Jen! can't wait to follow along!
welcome to your lodge Jen! can't wait to follow along!
Yay! can't wait to read your lodge!
So what's that saying about the best laid plans... DD#1 had a major nightmare last night & we haven't had to deal with that in months. So, I'm reposting some of the info from my Izzy's lodge and adding too it.
DH and I met at the end of our freshman year of college…which I guess makes us college sweethearts. We were set up on a blind date and I knew that night either it would be a very fast romance or I would marry the guy. I ended up marrying the guy! Anyways, after finishing college…I left sunny Florida for Duke for 2 years working on my graduate degree in environmental management while hubby entered law school. We went from being inseparable for 3 years to 3 years of long distance dating. Somehow we made it through, and we got married 6 and ½ year after we first started dating and have been married now for 7 years.
After getting married, we moved back to our hometown where all (and I mean ALL) our immediate family lives…this includes 6 parents & step-parents plus our brothers. (you can only imagine what this means…lots of good, the occasional bad, and sometimes it’s downright ugly.) Fast forward a couple years after getting married, we decided to start trying for a family. The first month we were going to ttc, I got cold feet. I’m not kidding you, I absolutely refused to let my husband near me. A week or so later, I got over it, but figured we missed any chance of conceiving that month. What I didn’t know was that I ovulated a week late, and who’d have thunk it…but we got pregnant! I guess the man upstairs knows what he is doing sometimes. My pregnancy with DD#1 was pretty uneventful (basic morning sickness), but l&d more than made up for it. I’ll get around to writing her birth story for all of you sometime in the near future. With both of our girls we waited to find out the gender. This time around, DH really wanted to find out at 20 weeks, but I just couldn't get over the idea of not waiting in my heart, so I told him he could find out, but I didn't want to know. What a sweetie, he said, if I didn't find out then neither would he. Bless his heart.
So, with DD#2, it took about 6 cycles to get +, making the girls about 27 months apart in age. With Isabella, the pregnancy was again uneventful except I decided that I didn't want to go back to the hospital. I love my OB (still do), but I refuse to go to the hospital for routine reasons. I asked him to be my backup at my 32 week appointment and I was so nervous. He refused and my BP wouldn't drop. Next thing I know, they've got me on the 24 urine thing to test for pre-e. I saw both the MW and OB over the next several weeks and once I made the decision in my heart to transfer over to the birth center, my BP dropped back to normal. My best BP was at 36 weeks... looking back on that... it makes me laugh (and know I made the right decision.) Two weeks later, I had Isabella.
The two labor and deliveries were totally different... like night and day.
So this time around, I was pretty undecided on if we would have a #3 or if we were done. Sometimes I felt like our family was complete other times... not so much. Anyways, when last Sept. rolled around, I said ,"hey honey, if we got pregnant this month, the baby would be the same distance in age as Emily and Izzy... i don't think I want them much farther apart in age... so what do you think?" Well, do to extenuating circumstances we didn't DTD until day 18 of my cycle and I assumed we had pasted our chance at getting pregnant. Day 28... I have some bleeding so I assume my period has started. I even told hubby that I was sorry he wouldn't be getting a birthday present... well, what started never finished and a few days later I started to wonder... took the test and there it was... kept the secret for 3 days and gave DH the pee stick all wrapped up for his birthday. LOL! Was he ever surprised :o since he thought I had been on my period all week.
Up until last weekend, this was a very uneventful pregnancy. If you didn't see my post last Sunday... here's the link. Basically, I've been spotting since Saturday night but u/s didn't reveal anything so it's just assumed that it's from cervical changes. It isn't a bloody show as I remember it, but I am dilating, so who knows what's up.
OK -- that's a novel. I'm impressed if you read it all and didn't just skim it! :D I guess next up will be the girls birth stories... if I can find them on the computer somewhere. I never posted them in the lodges... guess I'll have to remember to that this time around. LOL!
I enjoyed reading your story! Boy, you were way less windy than I am, I wrote a novel, lol! But I can't wait to read your birth stories, if you can get them posted. I'd really like to read about the differences between the two experiences.
great reading so far, can't wait for more
It was great reading your story, I can't wait for the birth stories!
Talk about a novel... here you go!
40 weeks + 4 days
All week I’ve been taking 3 or 4 walks/day around the neighborhood, trying to get labor started. Knowing an induction date of next Wednesday was looming, I was starting to try to come to terms with being induced, even though it would be 41 weeks along, not 42. Baby had been looking great of the NST and I just couldn’t figure out why I had to be induced and why my body wouldn’t go into labor.
Anyways, between 5 and 6 pm, I started to feel some cramping-like pains that were lasting 45 seconds or so. I wasn’t sure it was labor because I thought they were suppose to last on 15 to 30 seconds… and these were already starting to take my breath away. It kind of became obvious that something new was happening, I never had any Braxton-hicks contractions…so I figured after an hour or two that maybe I should call my doula and let her know I might be needing her later in the night. I was told to give her a call around 10 or 11 to see if they were getting closer.
Since they were still between 20 and 15 minutes a part, we decided to turn in early and go to sleep. I was able to dose off in between the contractions, but they did wake me up… all night. At some point, the started lasting about 60 seconds every 10 minutes… like clockwork. One contraction every 10 minutes… no matter what I did, they wouldn’t budge. I told the doula I would call her in the morning or when things got going… nothing changed and about 7 am we drove over to my FIL house. They were out of town and offered the house to labor in since I didn’t want to go to the hospital too early. They lived less than 5 minutes away from the hospital compared to our 30/40 minutes. I walked the lake 3 different times, tried to take naps, etc. Nothing seemed to work…the contractions were lasting 2 minutes, but only coming every 10. I was most definitely stuck in labor limbo! It sucked! Our doula was the only person that had actually dealt with a natural labor as my mom never had kids (I’m adopted) & my MIL had c-sections. Finally around 4 pm, the contractions were about 7 minutes apart so the doula suggested I get in the tub and try to relax. Sure enough, the warm water got my contractions a little closer together and they were 5 to 6 minutes apart lasting 2 minutes. Once they were going for an hour or so, she suggested we head on over to the hospital. After 24 hours of labor, I readily agreed.
The hospital was a totally unexpected experience…I checked in telling them I was in labor having 2 min contractions every five minutes… I expected to be taken back right away, but instead I stood in the waiting area for another hour. Finally called back, I guess my blood pressure sent them into a tizzy. I was also spilling blood and protein (of course no one told me about the blood)… and subsequently got *****ed out by the triage nurse. There really is no other way to describe her incredibly rude and unprofessional behavior. “How dare I put my baby in danger by laboring outside the hospital.” I had no signs of pre-e during my 40+ weeks of labor plus my OB told me to stay out of the hospital as long as possible to reduce the chance of interventions. I labored for another 45 minutes or so in a little triage room with 2 minute-long contractions coming every 4 minutes. Finally, when a different nurse brought me back, I was 8 cm dilated. I didn’t get my hep-lock because of the high BP, but at least I was being given a delivery room right away. Forced into a wheelchair, (I so wanted to walk… I found walking through the contractions to be the best way to deal with the pain) off I went upstairs.
I met my L&D nurse, who was supportive of my natural birth. She herself had chosen not to use drugs when she gave birth so she at least understood what I was trying to achieve. They started to put the monitors on and I said, no I want the ones that aren’t tied down (the ones that were wireless…) “ Oh, those weren’t working”… to which my reply was something like, “bull****, I didn’t choose this hospital to be tied down to a bed while laboring.” Funny, they found a different wireless set for me to use. (not that it mattered in the end) My OB showed up and checked me. By then I was a 10… oh sweet relief… thank goodness.
My OB told me my BP was high (I still to this day don’t know exactly how high it was…) but that he put a rush on my blood work… if everything was fine, then I wouldn’t get mag-sulfate. If it came back bad though, he would order it as soon as I was done pushing the baby out. I wasn’t even sure what that chemical was or its affects… so glad I didn’t have to go through with it in the end. He asked my consent to break the water since I was a week past due and they wanted to check for merconium and since I was already dilated I consented. After that, the L&D nurse took over and for the life of me, I don’t know why but she stuck her finger about ½ way up the birth canal and pushed down hard. It hurt like the dickens and that was were I was suppose to aim my pushes??? Anyways, for the next 4 hours I pushed and pushed. During this time, I had the anesthesiologist come in without knocking saying “I’m here to give the epidural”… at this point I have to laugh because my Mom, hubby, doula, OB, and L&D nurse simultaneously yelled, “GET OUT.” She took the hint.
About 2.5 hours into pushing, you could see the L&D nurses and pediatric nurses starting to get ancy… I was scared that they would start talking c-section too. My big problem wasn’t being able to push, but these long breaks of 5 minutes or more between contractions. What I had to figure out was that the textbook way of pushing wasn’t going to work for me. The contractions lasted for 60 to 90 seconds and I had 3/4/5 minutes breaks in between. Everytime I’d make progress pushing, I’d lose it during the breaks. (Somewhere in all of this, I heard my OB say I have a dysfunctional uterus… but what the heck did that mean?) At 3 hours, my OB came back, and bless his soul, he never said a word about a c-sec. He told me to just keep on pushing and we could do this as long as we needed. He then kicked the pediatric nurses out because they were causing me too much stress… it was obvious they wanted a c-section. After 4 hours of pushing I finally got my baby’s head out. I didn’t get to push the rest of the body out as the OB turned and pulled the baby out. I’m sure this is when I went to a 2nd degree tear as it hurt! I was exhausted… and at 12:20 AM on Dec. 11, 2006, Emily was born. (all 9 lbs and 11 oz)
The 1st words spoken were not, “it’s a girl”, but “she’s a chunky monkey” and “no wonder you were having a little bit of trouble, you gave birth to a 2 month old…”
Ok, we didn’t know if we were having a boy or girl so all I really wanted was to know if the baby was a he or she. We still didn’t have girl names, so I cried and cried, God had sent me a baby angel. (I had really prepared myself for a boy even though I desperately wanted my 1st to be a girl.) Hubby passed her around to all the grandparents that were in town and my mom, MIL, step-FIL, dad, step-mom all got a chance to hold her while I was being stitched up. After about 40 minutes later, I finally got to hold her and have her latch on. Subsequently breastfed for about 45 minutes. Eye ointment and vit K shot were delayed until after she was done breastfeeding. (by law in Fl, both have to be done within 1 hour of being born, but it was closer to 2 hours…) The next morning we named her Emily Kaytlin (Kaytlin spelled Kay for my mom who’s middle name was Kay). She was beautiful.
For the next 2 days in the hospital were like most post-partum rooms I assume. The only part I couldn’t figure out was why only my mom and my MIL visited us in the hospital and for less than an hour each. I was given the ok to check out and no one came. I started to get depressed. I asked my DH was I wrong to think that they would be here to see me out and all of us go to our house to get the 3 of us settled in? This was the 1st grandchild, I guess I expected them to be spoiling her from the beginning… and to be honest, I just gave them a grandchild… where what the happiness I was expecting. Turns out, though I never asked or agreed, my doula took it upon herself to tell my family to leave us alone. My mom though that these were my wishes and never asked… she though I was having the doula do something I wasn’t able to do myself. Anyways, Wade called my mom, found out the story, told her that was never our intent and that I was getting depressed because no one was there to share my joy. My mom took care of the rest and within an hour and ½ the whole family was there with gifts and balloons they had, waiting to give to us. I’ll have to find those pictures of us leaving the hospital. The family got a lecture from the nurse about me not lifting a finger around the house until my BP came down, it was still in the 150s/100s when I left the hospital.
That’s it… we left the hospital on Dec. 12 and never looked back.
So, as far as today goes, for the 1st time i've felt like the baby head has been very low the whole day... i've been waddling not just feeling big. I've continue to have my issue again today & no news from the MW (so I assume I do not have an infection... they would have contacted me by now...) so I guess I'm continuing to soften and dialate.
Oh, and my brother started the baby pool today. If we get all the slots filled up, jackpot is worth $350. We split the day into 2 12-hour segments (AM/PM) with a $5/slot (date and time is by random drawing). We did sort of rig the 24th of May (I have the AM and my brother has the PM)...but no one should begruge us having our mom's birthday. LOL!
Off to bed, it was a long day... I'll work on Isabella's birth story and post it tomorrow.
Today was a wonderful lazy day... After church we took the girls out to brunch. We came home and Isabella and I took a nap together. It was nice but I'm going to start getting into a panic soon... I'm such a procrastinator.
Im still working on Isabella's story... And I have my 37 week appointment tomorrow. I feel like a ton of weight has been lifted off my shoulders because we made it to the 37 week mark and now we can have our birth center birth. Hope all had a good weekend... Thanks for reading! :)
glad yesterday was so relaxing, those are the best days.