I was scheduled to be induced on 12/7, because of my diabetes. At 9 am on 12/6, I went in for my pre-induction appointment. My doctor was going to strip my membranes, until he discovered I was already 3 cm. He had to leave town for awhile that evening, and he was afraid if he stripped my membranes, I would go into labor before he got back. Little did we know...
DH & I did a little shopping, got lunch, etc. I didn't feel very good, but I didn't feel like I was in labor, either, until we were driving home. At 12:45, I suddenly started feeling major contractions. I timed them on the drive home, and they were nearly a minute long & coming about every 3-4 minutes. Silly me, I was still sort of in denial about being in labor, though. We got home & I sat down to continue timing my contractions while DH rushed to finish getting our hospital bag packed. My contractions were getting longer & closer together, and since DS1 came in 4 hours, I told DH we definitely needed to get to the birthing center. We called my MIL, who was going to watch DS, and headed up to the hospital.
By the time we got there, I was dilated to a 6. My blood sugar was good (104, and I had just eaten lunch) but my blood pressure had skyrocketed. Apparently, I was beginning to develop pre-e, just in time to give birth. They called my doctor, who thankfully was still in town. I was in a lot of pain by this point, wondering how the h*** I had ever given birth to DS1 without drugs, and I was considering taking the epi that I swore I never wanted. It was my doctor who convinced me to go drug-free as I had planned - mostly b/c if I waited for an epi to kick in, he was going to have to leave before I was ready to deliver. I had birthed w/out drugs before, but not w/out my dr, and I decided if I had to choose between my dr or my drugs, I was going to pick my dr. He offered to break my water, warning me that although it would speed things up, it would also really hurt. I went ahead & asked him to do it, because I just wanted it over. Breaking my water definitely sped things up, but my dr was right – it made the contractions really intense. I dilated completely very quickly, but I wasn’t completely effaced, so he finally did it manually. OMG, what a relief! After about 20 minutes of pushing, Brennan Lee was born at 4:06 pm. He was 20” long and weighed 8 lbs, 10.8 oz. He was perfect and beautiful. I was instantly in love.
But my story doesn’t quite end there. When the CNA came in to check vitals in the middle of the night, she noticed that Brennan’s breathing was a bit labored. The next thing I knew, they were whisking Brennan away for chest x-rays and blood work. His x-rays showed a little fluid in his lungs and his white blood cell count was elevated. They put him on antibiotics and kept him in the nursery to give him extra oxygen. I spent the whole next day sitting in the nursery, unable to hold him but also unable to stop touching him to make sure he was ok. We had the most wonderful nurse, who sat with us, ordered me food & made sure I remembered to take care of myself. That night, they slowly reduced the extra oxygen they were giving him, and finally after 24 hours, he was completely off the oxygen and able to nurse and stay in our room. I was so happy to be able to hold him again. They kept him on IV antibiotics for 72 hours, and just when we were almost done with them, his bili level (which had been borderline) went up enough that he had to have phototherapy. He was under the lights for another 24 hours, and when they tested his bili level, it had gone down. They took him off the lights, waited 6 hours and tested him again. His level had gone up slightly, but not enough to warrant treatment. Finally, after 5 days in the hospital, we got to take our baby home. Thankfully, everything has been great ever since! He’s doing great & he’s an absolute sweetie.
Ok - better late than never, right? Sorry I've been completely MIA for the past 6.5 weeks! I haven't gotten on the computer much. I've been checking in from my ipad, but just haven't gotten around to typing this up and posting. Here you go!!
Rhys Garrett S*******
Thursday, December 23, 2010
8 pounds, 2 ounces
My induction was scheduled on December 23, 2010 at 40 weeks at 6:00am. I was to call that morning at 5:00am to verify availability with the hospital. I got up early that morning at 3:30am, just to make sure I had time to shower and double check my list and my hospital bag. I had given birth before, but it had been close to 14 years! I’m not going to lie… I was nervous. I’m not sure if I was nervous about the pain or the possibility that something could go wrong. The journey to holding my baby in my arms had been a long one. After several years and many months of trying to conceive unsuccessfully, our dreams came true after our first IVF attempt. The end was in sight.
I spoke with the triage nurse at 5:00am and we were told to admit ourselves into the hospital at our regularly scheduled time. Tom and I packed up the car and arrived promptly at 6:00am. We were shown to our labor and delivery room and started work on our admission paperwork and completion of the necessary consent forms.
At 7:00am, the nurse began prepping me for my IV’s and hooked me up to the monitor. The pitocin was administered at 7:15am. A short time later my doctor arrived and he broke my water at 8:00am. At this time, the L&D nurse checked my cervix. I was still 4cm dilated and 80% effaced… exactly where I’d been for the past 2 weeks. At this time, I still had erratic contractions coming on about every 8 minutes. I was still relatively comfortable.
By 9:00am, my contractions were coming on much more regularly at about every 4 minutes. My level of pain had increased, but was still entirely manageable. Things progressed rather quickly at this point.
I had gotten up to use the restroom at 9:30am and the contractions hit hard. Up until this point, I had every intention of attempting a natural birth. I tried to remember everything we had learned in class about breathing through the pain and working with the contractions, not against them. Yeah right! I told Tom that I couldn’t do it and that it was time for the epidural.
It felt like an eternity before the anesthesiologist made his way to my room. The pain was intense and contractions were coming on every 1-2 minutes. At 10:30am, the procedure was started. By 11:00am, the epidural had started to work. The nurse did another cervical check. I was only 5cm dilated. That was it? All that pain for 1cm?
It was now 11:15am and I thought it would still be a while, so I sent Tom and his parents to the cafeteria for some lunch. Kaleigh (my 14 year old daughter) stayed in the room with me. I was finally able to relax. We began watching Ice Age on the television and both dozed off.
At 12:00pm, I was awoken to the sound of the alarm on the monitor going off. I stared at it for a few seconds, noticing that the baby’s heart rate had dropped to the 90’s, after consistently being in the 130’s. Moments later, my L&D nurse came into the room. By this time the baby’s heart rate returned to normal. I asked her if she was there because she also noticed the drop. She said she was and that she was going to check my cervix again because sometimes that is a sign that the baby could be descending into the birth canal. To my surprise, I was fully dilated! I couldn’t believe it! I went from 5 to 10cm in less than an hour.
At 12:15pm, I woke up my daughter and told her that she needed to go down to the cafeteria and get Tom. She was just kind of staring at me. I said, “Kaleigh… go get Tom please. It’s time. We are going to have a baby!”
Tom arrived back to the room at 12:30pm and my doctor was called. I told the nurse that I could feel the baby and that I felt like I needed to push. The first push began at 12:45pm. My doctor arrived at 12:50pm. I was able to feel every contraction, though they were not painful.
At 1:30pm, I gave my last push. I remember my doctor telling me to look down. I lifted my head and sat up as best I could. Rhys Garrett was born at 1:32pm and he was perfect!
His APGAR’s were 8 and 9, due to some initial breathing issues because of fluid in his lungs.
We were released the following day, on Christmas Eve. We truly were blessed this holiday season. A miracle was given to us.