Birth story of Olivia Hollaway
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Benjamin's birth story:
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I had been having prodromal labor since about 29 weeks. I had been checked on Thursday morning at the doc, and I was at a stretchy 2, soft, about 80% effaced, and -1 station. I hadn't changed much in a few weeks, so I figured we still had some time. Friday night/Saturday morning, my contractions started to change. They weren't real heavy duty or very bad even, but because he had been lazy on his NST's, my doctor asked me to come in. I was 4cm when I arrived, and they were getting stronger and closer together. I sat with my husband and chatted, rocking in a rocking chair. By 8:30 or so I hadn't changed, but my contractions continued to get stronger and closer together, and I was effacing more, so we decided because we knew my history of fast labors (My last 2 were 3 hours and 4 hours respectively) we decided to hang out and see.
I didn't ask to be checked until I got to a point that I was having to really concentrate, I'm guessing it would have been around noon, because my husband went to go grab lunch .... I was 5. Talk about completely disheartening. After having such fast labors, I seriously felt dysfunctional. I talked it over with my husband, my mom, and my nurse, and decided that I really didn't mind pitocin. I had pit with my last 2 babies, and knew I could still go without an epidural, I had done it before. The pit got hooked up, my water broke, and I was rocking and breathing all in a span of about an hour. It was about 2:30 or so at that point, and the contractions weren't unbearable, but they certainly weren't pleasant. I was checked at 3:30, I was still 5cm. Checked at 5, still 5cm.
I can't even tell you how hard I broke down. I was to the point of hyperventilating, feeling like my body was failing me with my last baby, and that for some reason, my entire pregnancy I had feared having a C-Section. I've never worried about it before, so that was odd for me. Here I was, stuck at a place that I just couldn't get past, and I was afraid my nightmares were coming true.
My nurse was FANTASTIC. (I forgot to mention, she was one of my nurses with Delaney, and the nurse who caught her when she flew out. lol) She had stayed with me for my entire labor up until this point, and talked me through contractions, chatting about her family, mine, and just life in general in between contractions. She had VERY slowly increased the pit up until that point so that I wouldn't hyperstimulate my uterus. She finally turned it up to 10 at 5:30. She suggested that Benjamin may be lying funny, so I should try to turn him. She laid me in bed, with one leg straight, the other bent, almost on my stomach. I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but I went through about 5 contractions, and then I literally FELT him turn and descend. I could feel his back line up with mine, and his head move down. It was VERY strange.
At 6 oclock, I truly felt like I was starting transition. I started puking, I was having to moan through my contractions, I couldn't sit still, and I started to sweat. I asked her to check me when I started feeling horrible pressure. I was 6cm at 6:30. I broke down again. At this point, I told her it was stupid to continue like this, I couldn't labor this way for another 4,5, 6 hours and survive it. I was exhausted, and I felt like a failure. I started getting a bag of fluid at 6:45.
They called the anesthesiologist at 7. At 7:20, I finally asked where the hell he was. It's NOT a big hospital, and didn't he realize that THIS HURT?! (I look back on it now, and it was more of a begging and pleading for them to get him there, but in my mind I was pretty pis.sed. lol) He showed up at 7:22. (I looked at the clock. haha) I sat up on the edge of the bed, I felt the Novocain where he was going to stick the needle/catheter, and that was IT. I told my nurse that Benjamin was coming NOW. The anesthesiologist was SO pis.sed when I laid back down. She kept telling me not to push, that I'd tear my cervix, it was only 7cm dilated and that could be REALLY bad. I told her, as best I could, that I *KNEW* I was complete. My body did what it needed to. I couldn't have stopped pushing even if I tried my hardest. (I found out later that a few of the nurses heard me outside. One of them told me "I came in as soon as I heard you. I knew you were ready, it's just one of those sounds. Any mom without an epidural makes the SAME sound when she hits that point. I knew he was coming.") I laid down, my nurse checked me, and lo and behold, she found a head. She yelled at one of the other nurses to hurry and call my doc, he had been in an 8 hour surgery with another OB removing tumors from a woman with ovarian cancer. Lyn (my nurse) sat with me and talked to me with her hand in my vagina, holding Benjamin in until the doctor got there. At that point he was already past my pubic bone, so that intense urge to push had passed. I concentrated on her, she was telling me how wonderful I had been, that I was amazing and I could do it, to breathe, she breathed with me.
Because I was so zoned in on Lyn, I guess I really didn't notice the chaos in the room. Apparently (heard secondhand from my mom and husband) there was one nurse holding his gown, one nurse holding his gloves, and one with a mask, so when my OB ran in, it was like a doctor assembly line. I actually would have paid to see that, because I think it'd be hilarious.
He sat down, told me whenever I felt ready I could go ahead. Truthfully, at that point, he was moving down on his own, and I wanted to be able to stretch my perineum while the doc was massaging it so that I'd tear less. He really did move down on his own time until the very end. I pushed once, and Benjamin was born at 7:32pm. (So much for 3 hour labors, eh?)
I'm not the type of person who can cry after my births. I think the intense rush of relief afterward is just too powerful to be able to cry. I got a lump in my throat, and felt like I couldn't breathe, but I just couldn't cry. (I did find out yesterday that my husband cut the cord. I don't remember that, either. I should, I was fully aware and there, but for some reason, I have NO recollection of him cutting his cord.) He laid on me for a few, and went to get cleaned off.
A few minutes later, they brought him back to lay on my chest for skin to skin. I still hadn't really seen him very well since he had been laying on my chest for any contact I had up until this point. I asked them to wrap him up and let me sit up so I could see him. They brought over a blanket, and I sat up. It broke my heart to look at him, wide awake, and be shocked by how bad his cleft really looked at that point. (He was still swollen and red, scrunchy like an angry old man.) It took me a few minutes to process it, I'll be honest. Even expecting and knowing that he'd have a cleft lip didn't prepare me for the realization that this was my baby and he did, in fact, have a cleft lip. (He also has a small cleft on the right that wasn't visible because of how minor it is. The lip is complete, it just looks like there's a fold in it.) After a few minutes, it just really didn't seem to matter anymore. I checked to see if he had hair, looked at his face to see who he looked like, his feet and hands. He was weighed and measured, and eventually, taken to the nursery to be checked over. He still hadn't really cried, but was nice and pink and looked great. I've come to discover that he really IS just that laid back. He was 6lbs 6oz and 18 3/4 inches long. (I do remember thinking that I went through all of that for a baby that small?! I expected him to be bigger than my girls. lol)
He has really been wonderful, he's perfect. He does have a cleft palate, so he can't suck, but I've had great success with pumping so far. He's eating about 30cc's a feeding (sometimes up to about 50cc depending on time of day and when his last feed was. I think that converts to an ounce? ounce and a half? and eats about every 3 hours.) I can pump about 75cc every couple of hours, so far I'm a bit ahead of the game, and every day I can pump a little more. I've never been so grateful for breastmilk.
He really is an angel baby, and I truly can't imagine him any other way. I'm still super hormonal and find myself crying because I love him so much, it's actually sort of pathetic. Anyway, for those of you who made it this far, thanks. lol I know it was long.
McKenna Lyn 6/01
Amelia Loren 8/03
Delaney Anne 4/09
Benjamin Jeffrey 12/10
Ace Brennan Roland
12/23/10 8:27 pm
7 lbs 14.5 oz 21inches long
on 12/23/10 I woke up at 3am to some strong contractions. I got up to use the restroom and noticed that I was spotting. I got a little excited but tried to go back to bed. I finally got up around 4:45 am and got in the shower. I went about my day as usual, took a walk, did some chores, etc. The contractions would get to be 3 min apart while I was walking but then space back out to 7-8 min when resting. So I figured they would go away again.
I had my 40 week appt at 9:40 and I went in for that. The dr. said that I was still 1.5 cm dilated but that I was more like 90% effaced now. She was still concerned that there was a piece of cerclage left and she basically said I would either rip through it, or it would slide out as I dilated. She confirmed early labor and home I went.
When I got home I took another walk, and could get the contractions coming every 2 mins, but again they would space out when I rested. So I just decided to rest at this point. Around 2pm They were getting pretty strong, but still not regularly spaced out. I decided that I was ready to go to L&D to be checked and hope they didn't send me home. We got the kids together and over to my moms. Once we got to L&D they confirmed I was in labor (duh) but I STILL hadn't dilated anymore! I was so disappointed. We explained the cerclage possibility, and the dr. checked. She wasn't sure if it was stitch or scar tissue.... so they were going to have to break it up once I was in active labor. I figured they were sending me home... But then the lovely nurse said, "when did your water break?". I was like umm.. my water broke? With my last two, my water broke in a huge flood of nastiness. This time, apparently, it was leaking. I guessed that it probably broke around 1pm because that's when the contractions started getting stronger.
So we went to our room to await the epidural. There was no way I could go through breaking up of scar tissues without one! lol It took over an hour and 2 anesthesiologists to get the epidural in! I guesstimated over 20 pokes... ugh! But it was worth it. Once I was comfortable, they let me rest for a while. Around 6:30 the dr. came in the check and see if I had dilated more and to see about breaking up the scar tissue. She checked me and I was still only 1.5 cm! So they got out all types of instruments (spreaders, speculums, clamps, scissors, etc) to try and break up the scar tissue. During this lovely ordeal we were laughing and joking that I had a very good epidural! lol They finally found a piece of cerclage that had embedded itself into my cervix. The only way to get it out was to cut it out... so yeah it's a good thing for that epidural. Once the stitch was cut, I instantly dilated to a loose 4.5 to 5 cm.
At this point Ace was having some decels in his heart rate. So they gave me oxygen and put internal monitors on him. He kept having decels with every contraction, so they monitored me. About 8pm I told the nurse I felt pressure. She asked me did it feel like I needed to poop, and I replied, "No, it feels like his head is going to come out of my vagina...". lol they checked me and I was complete.
While they went to get the dr., my hubby called my mom. She was going to miss the birth most likely.. ugh! We didn't expect to dilate 5 cm in an hour.
While we were on the phone with my mom about 10 people came in my room and started yelling at me I had to push NOW! that bed was apart and my feet were in the air in maybe 5 seconds flat! His heart rate had gone down to 40 and the second that happened they wanted him out.
4 pushes later and Ace was born! He was perfectly healthy with no complications. His decels were most likely due to the fact that I dilated so quickly.
We spent the first hour skin to skin and breastfeeding. Then they weighed him and gave him his first bath. He has been a very good baby and we are so blessed that he's here =)
We went in Christmas Eve with me contracting pretty consistently, I think around every 6 mins or so. Doc on Weds said I was dilated to 3 or 4, doc in L&D on Thurs night said I was dilated to 2. That made me pretty annoyed... They mentioned the fact that I was attempting a VBAC about 15 times in the first 20 mins we were there, like they were trying to set some kind of record for mentioning it or something. After 2 hours of being hooked up to the monitors, they came in and said I wasn't in labor and could either go home or be induced. I told the doc "I can't be induced, I'm a VBAC..." she said "Yeah, you can have pitocin" to which I answered: "No I can't, it takes my risk of rupture rate super high" and she sort of looked at me funny and said "well yeah..." ~Anywhoooo~
We decided to go home, and on our way home I started having a lot of pain. Really intense, feeling like my intestines were exploding, OMG OW pain. I thought I was somehow in transition, it was that painful. Sat on the toilet for about 15 mins, almost screaming in pain. Tom kept telling me we were going back to the hospital - he had my purse in the van again and the door open. I said no, I was going to take a bath and see if that helped. It did, but the contractions started up again as soon as I got out. I went to lay down in bed to see if it got any better, and it never did. I managed to get about an hour and a half of sleep total all night because I was having contractions every 2 mins from about 12 am until 7 ish am Christmas morning.
So at about 7 I woke Tom up, said I couldn't handle it any more and we were going to the hospital. So we got ready quickly and headed off. I thought for sure they would check me and I'd be at 8 or something and we would have her in a couple hours. They checked me again, nope - still 2 but more thinned out. At that point, I said I wanted to talk to the doc about a repeat c/s. I was physically exhausted and hearing I hadn't dilated any more made me wanna punch the wall. Well, as chance would have it, a min or two later, Gabby decelled really bad. Nurse put me on oxygen and said I needed to get on my side - then I knew for sure we would be having the c/s. So I told them, call the docs in, we want the c/s.
After they left, I spent about 10 mins crying because I was SO frustrated that my body just wouldn't do it. My body would not give birth to a baby, but I knew I needed to be done. I knew in less than 2 hours, I would be holding my baby girl and thats all that mattered at that point. So, we got all the paper work signed, docs showed up and within about 45 mins we were in the OR. I had my ipod in so I couldn't hear most of what they were talking about. At some point I heard "abruption" and I knew there was a problem. The doc said "ok, lots of pressure" and felt them move her up. After about a min, the pressure was gone but there was no noise. That was a long minute.... waiting and waiting to hear her cry. When she did I relaxed, but I could still tell she was in distress of some kind.
I could hear them suctioning her over and over again but tom was focused on her and there were no nurses next to me to ask what was going on. Finally, after probably 5 mins, my reg doc was next to me and I asked her if my placenta had abrupted. She said yes, it was pulling away from my uterus and that there was a lot of blood in the amniotic fluid, which is what Gabby was choking on. Tom said they pulled a lot out of her. Another 5 mins or so went by and she was finally crying normally. I asked how big she was and they said she was 6 pounds, 7 oz and 18.5 inches long. I couldn't believe that she was smaller than William, she always felt huge. Apgars were 9 and 9, color was good, no jaundice at all.
Shes a super quiet baby, very calm and relaxed until she wants something and then its like you've been ignoring her for days. She goes from fine to frenzied screaming in 3 seconds, its crazy. The breast feeding is going pretty well thankfully. Shes a very aggressive nurser, both my nipples are already cracked and have bled. But its just the first couple days, we've got time to get used to it! I still can't believe that she is here, it hasn't sunk in yet. She looks so much like William, you'd think they were identical twins separated by two years. She was quite the talk of the hospital too, the nurses kept coming in and saying "so this is the Christmas baby, huh?" Quite the ordeal for such a tiny little thing! (Oh, and did I mention she needed to be vacuumed out? With a c/s? ...stubborn child....)
~~Missing my lost love Isaac, gone at 14 weeks but in my heart forever~~
Oliver's Birth Story
Originally Posted by jmoehle