:sleepyboy:Bennett's Story (From facebook, per Britta's permission):
Originally Posted by d.r.BrittaJust FYI if you're easily grossed out you may not want to read this.
On Thursday, Dec 2, I had my NST and appointment with my OB. I would've had an AFI (ultra sound where they measure amniotic fluid levels to make sure they're not too low or too high) but I had seen Maternal Fetal Medicine the day before and along with the growth ultra sound (in which he was measuring 8 lbs 4 oz) they did the AFI which was at 15, so that was normal.
I had been checked previously (at my 36 week appt) to see if I was dilated. I had asked her not to tell me how much, just if. At that appt she had said I was dilated. So I knew that at this appt I could get my membranes stripped. So, I asked her to do that. She checked me and before I could tell her that I didn't want to know how dilated I was she shouted "Wow! You're 4 cm dilated. That's a LOT of progress". She stripped my membranes and then asked me if I'd ever had my water break. I told her that it had with my first baby. She said that my bag was REALLY bulgy and that she wouldn't be surprised if it broke. She sent me home.
I had lots of bleeding and mucous the rest of that day and some contractions, but nothing really more than usual. I hoped I would wake in labor that night and actually had some anxiety about my water breaking in my bed and ruining my mattress.
I woke very disappointed. But I determined that it would be a good day because my friend was coming with her two boys and the kids would have fun. I took a nap on the couch and had some contractions and some lower back pain, but I could still sleep through it so I just figured it was my body being annoying as usual. She came and we had a good time. She was so helpful! She made mac and cheese for the kids and cleaned up from lunch. It was so kind of her! During the time she was here I had some more contractions that were a little bit more consistently painful, but nothing like I remembered labor being like, so I figured it was just more of the same old irritable uterus. My mom came over and then my friend and her boys left.
I was feeling a bit discouraged by this point. I felt nervous that I couldn't get a hold of DH (his phone had died after he arrived at work that morning) and that he was 30 minutes away, I had no car and the hospital was 40 minutes away. I was afraid my water would break or that labor would happen quickly as it had for my aunt.
I went upstairs to try to find a way to get a hold of DH just so I knew how to reach him. While looking stuff up, I chatted with my other friend who suggested that perhaps I should just go to the hospital and see if they'd admit me since I was having regular contractions and was 4 cm with a bulging bag. I decided this was better than waiting around for nothing and that since she is a doula she knows a bit of what she's talking about :)
I finally texted DH's coworker who then had him call me. I told him that plan and he started heading home.
While I waited for him to get home I worked on peeling wall paper on the stairs with my mom. When DH got home he found it a bit comical that I was peeling wall paper while "in labor". But I was convinced I wasn't in labor and they were going to send me home because it wasn't nearly as painful as I remembered.
When I got to the hospital (around 2:30P) they did all the admitting and monitoring and stuff and then they checked me. I was almost 5cm. So, they admitted me. My contractions were coming every 3 minutes. I knew that I wanted an epidural and so I requested one and got one nearly right away. (it was in at around 3:15)
It was so nice to be able to hold still through them putting the epidural in. That was the first time. I was really feeling quite happy about labor by this point. I was able to chat and talk through contractions which I'd never been able to do in the past.
Once the epidural was in I relaxed and enjoyed being with him in the quiet of our hospital room. But the epidural stopped my contractions. Nearly completely. So, once the doctor came in (who was very friendly and I liked her a LOT) she broke my water That was around 5:30P. I sat straight up in bed in "indian style" position. Not sure the technical term for it, but that's what we called it in Elementary school when I was young. I knew that that position brought my most strong contractions before, so I figured it would help this time. I was surprised at my control and strength with the epidural. I was right and it brought my contractions to maybe every 1.5 mins?
At 6:30 I started feeling a little bit "pushy" so I asked to be checked. I was at 7cm at that point. I tried to relax, but shortly after she checked me I started feeling like I had to poop. I thought well, since I was just checked and was only a 7 I just must need to poop and that was all. So I didn't say anything. Finally a nurse came in the room, so I told her that I wasn't sure but that I might need to be checked because I was feeling a little bit pushy still. Since I was so calm they took their time.
My nurse came in and pulled the blanket back and said: "Um, YES you're ready. You have pooped, and there's the baby's head!" So embarrassing! That was at 7:30
By this time I could feel the contractions fully. I was surprised. I thought they would be the most painful at all but the only thing about them I could think was just PUSH. They kept telling me that the doctor was on her way up from the cafeteria and not to push. But it was really difficult. My legs were shaking with the effort not to push. A midwife came into the room just in case and said that she was going to grab gloves because every time she did the ob would rush in the room. Just as she grabbed gloves Dr. R rushed in. They suited up and told me that if I felt like pushing i could. The minute they said this I pushed. His head was out after one push.
Next his shoulders got stuck. I'm not really sure what was going on but it hurt like CRAZY in my hips and pelvic bone. They kept telling me not to push (because he was stuck) but that's all i wanted to do and it hurt to not do so. Finally i felt a pop in both my hips and then they told me I could push. I did and he was out. DH caught him. After he came out there was a HUGE GUSH of fluids that sprayed all over the doctor's shoes. For some reason I had a TON of amniotic fluid behind him that shot out after he was out.
They placed him on my chest and DH and the doctor cut/clamped the umbilical cord. He was blue in his hands and feet, but he was beautiful. He felt really solid and we thought for sure he was going to weigh a lot.
My placenta struggled a bit to come out and I had a lot of bleeding...they gave me some pitocin and massaged my uterus a lot, and eventually got it all under control. Once I was well managed they weighed Bennett. Imagine our surprise when he was only 1 oz heavier than my biggest baby! He weighed 7 lbs 14 oz. He was 20 inches long and his apgars were 8 and 9. After that they placed him back on my chest and he was licking his lips and rooting. So, I nursed him. He latched right on with no difficulties and nursed for like 30 minutes.
He really is great!
PS. The reason that I think labor was less painful this time is because DS1 was facing sunny side up, giving me horrible back labor on top of labor pains. I think if I'd waited for my labor to get that intense with Bennett, I might have had a baby at home....