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!
6 lb, 12.6 oz, 18 in
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.
Something kind of cool too...
With my DD's birth, the beginning is almost identical. Up at 3am, pooping, vomitting (oh not sure I put htat in here, but I did that too), and at the hospital by 6:30/7. Only this time, I progressed WAY faster and cut the labor in half! My stinky nurses have no credit for that this time around - all in the walking. With DD I walked, used the birth ball, went in the tub... that labor was *much* harder. I think my water had broken earlier though too. We're not sure when it broke. Anyway... just interesting!
wow, cool story. I think I would have rung the male nurses during contrax for being so rude. At least the end went real well. TFS.
Tiff + Bobby 8/22/04
Sounds like they're used to women being drugged and stuck in bed! They weren't quite sure what to do with you.
Thank you for sharing your story! Sounds like an awesome birth.
DD - Nov/06, DS - Sept/08, DS - Mar/11
Congrats Michelle!!! WWTTW Charlie! beautiful birth story! you handled the stinky nurses and monitoring soooo much better than I could ever do! I'd be thrashing and screaming for sure!
You rock momma!
~Ayelet & Yoram
NJ, USA to Israel 12/29/08
Welcome baby boy!! 26.7.13
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