Thought it was time to add this thread to our board.
I thought I would post this for Carrie so everyone can keep an update on little ryan.
The birth of COBY CHRISTIAN! Well as most of you know I had a very quickly scheduled c/s. Had to be at the hospital by 4am, couldn't get to sleep til almost 2, so I started on very little sleep. Once there I got the IV and prepped (shaved, cathetor, etc) then got to wait til 6. About 6 I was took to surgery where I had the epidural/morphine combo injection then was finished being prepped while the drs stood around talking. Dh was next to me holding my hand the whole time. I had come in with a BP of 146/101 which got even higher, but once I had the epidural the BP dropped so suddenly that I was very nauseus and dizzy. They had to give me drugs 3 different times to steady me the nthey got started. I couldn't really feel a thing, just some tugging. As they pulled the head out I was shown with a mirror and got to see my darling baby be pulled out. It was just beautiful!! I had tears running down my face & couldn't take my eyes off him. He was taken to the other side of th room where dh followed, then brought back to my side for a few minutes of kissing, more tears and that perfect bonding moment. Then dh & baby headed off to the nursery and I was left to be "fixed" and put back together again. Yes I went ahead with the tubal, and am sure to regret it, but it was the decision that dh felt we should make and I hope to one day agree with him. ANY ways, back to the story. As the drs were working I started feeling a heavy pressure in my chest. It hurt SOOOO bad, I honestly thought I was dying. I was afraid to say anything but the antistialogist (sp) noticed my face and asked me what was wrong, I was quickly relieved to find out that the pain was normal and from the air getting into my body (so keep this in mind fellow c/s mothers!) They were quickly done and I was rolled back to my room. I got to hold my precious Coby and was given time to rest. Coby had a low blood sugar level and was given a bottle while I was out. The next time I seen him I was able to nurse him. That whole day is such a haze. I was able to hold ice chips or any liquids down and ended up throwing up several times. I had 3 doses put into my IV for the nausesu, which they finally got under control late that afternoon. That evening I had some visitors but barely remember it. I was so "out of it" that we canceled the kids coming to see the baby. About 8pm dh went home to get kids ready for bed with my mom and didn't return til morning It ended up to be too much for my mom to handle the kids so close after the death of her mom so dh spent alot of time helping her or the kids were at my BIL's (exactly NOT what I wanted to happen). To be honest I was very dissappointed, I badically spent the majority of the hospital stay alone with Coby, dh was maybe there a total of 8 hours the last 4 days. But the good part was its over we are together now! Brady only visited a couple times, since the leaving upset him so bad, and Denny & Thena were there 3 or 4 times I think. I am home, my staples are out and I am very sore!!! For some reason my Dr didn't prescribe pain killers this time, so I am just on reg tylenol - not a good thing :? Thanks for reading my novel!!!
We showed up at 6:00, didn't get in a room 'til 7:00. They monitored me for a bit w/o pitocin, was having contractions on my own every 5 minutes. My doctor came in and broke my water (holy crap that's painful) at 8:00. I had to pee and was afraid to get up, that is a bunch of water we hold! Went all over the floor, different than with Jordan. They hooked me up to the pitocin and checked me and at 8:30 I was still at a 3. So they let me just labor with the pitocin, no internal monitors, another difference from Jordan's birth. The contractions were every 2 minutes and were quite painful. I held off 'til 10:30 for the epidural. I didn't want to wait too long and have it be too late to really take effect, and knew I'd have to have the whole bag of fluids first. So they got that started and I had the epidural at 11:15. They went ahead and checked me, mostly b/c my mom had been begging to know where we were so she could make her little phone calls. I was at an 8....no wonder they were so painful. By 11:45 I was a happy woman!!! Caleb said I was a regular comedian after I got the epidural, now I know for sure it didn't work with Jordan and it wasn't just "pressure" as the nurse told me. I couldn't feel a thing. At 12:15 I paged the nurse and told her I wasn't sure if I was feeling contractions or the urge to push and b/c Jordan came so fast towards the end she might want to come peek. And sure enough, it was time to push. So I pushed twice for her, she called for the dr., pushed twice for him and Alex was born at 12:32.
He was a screamer!!! Jordan was a puckerer, he screamed bloody murder. She said his scores were a 9 and a 9. As the doctor stitched me up though (he says I have a slight tear, right along the old episiotomy, but nothing major), Alex's crying wouldn't slow down and she said he was really retracting with each breath and she was going to call the eopc. So they paged and 4 more people showed up, they took him in a small room connected to mine and I heard them say they were taking him to the nicu. The nurse that had been with me came to tell me what she thought it was. She said it was either 1)pneumonia, 2)he swallowed fluid on the way out and it was in his lungs or 3)something else that would have required small incision in his lungs to let the air out (which dh has a scar from above his lungs, so I feared that was what it was).
Mom's crying, mil's crying, I just felt like it was all o.k. The nurse said his color was great, he was a great size, odds were good that it was just precautionary. So they take him up there, put the band on him and the longer they stood there the better he got. The nicu nurse came down to tell me that had they kept him they'd have had to do the full treatment, i.v., tubes, etc. And they didn't think he was that bad. So they took him to the regular nursery and just kept a closer eye on him and I got him back at 3:45.
He's doing REALLY well. He's lost an ounce, he's quite spitty and has had tons of wet diapers, so they think he's nursing really well already. I'm thrilled about that, it's going so well!!!!
My only issues are my tailbone, I feel like I broke it, it's horribly painful, but no real "pain" from the tearing yet so I'm thankful for that!!!
Anyway, got my baby, Caleb asked if I'd slept with an Asian man w/o telling him, we're not sure who he looks like with all this hair and squinty eyes, but he's an angel and we're soooo glad he's here!!! Jordan came to see him right before the nicu staff took him, she giggled and patted my belly and said "Now I can love on you mommy!" She was even more excited about the My Little Pony amusement park thingy that Alex bought her Typical 3 year old I'm sure!
The Birth Story of Brendan Keith
On the beautiful day of Friday March 18th, 2005…
7:00AM: My sister and I arrive at the hospital for the scheduled induction.
7:30AM: I was escorted to a room and hooked to the monitors. Dr. Brown arrived shortly after and broke my water.
Dilated to 3.5cm & 50% effaced.
8:00AM: The Pitocin drip was started to get the contractions going regularly.
9:00AM: Dilated to 4cm & 50% effaced. Pitocin level raised.
10:00AM: I was in a lot of pain, so I called Brian to come to the hospital immediately. He arrived 5 minutes later…lights and sirens!
10:30AM: Thankfully, the anesthesiologist was there to quickly give me the Epidural. Dilated to 4-5cm & 50% effaced.
Still feeling contractions, but no longer painful. Pitocin level raised.
12:00PM: Dilated to 5cm & 50% effaced. Pitocin level raised.
2:00PM: Dilated to 5-6cm & 60% effaced. Started to feel a little pain again. Pitocin level raised.
4:00PM: Dilated to 6cm & 75% effaced. The pain was becoming unbearable. Attempted to use the bolus epidural for relief.
Contractions were coming every two minutes. Pitocin level raised.
5:00PM: Dilated to 6cm & 75% effaced. Still having terrible pain. Called the anesthesiologist back for relief.
5:30PM: Anesthesiologist removed Epidural and installed new to help with pain. Feeling much better now!
6:00PM: Still only 6cm & 75% effaced. Pitocin level raised again. Told to turn on left side to help cervix dilate and efface.
6:30PM: Still only 6cm, but 90% effaced. Dr. Brown advised us to start thinking about a C-Section. Started Praying.
7:00PM: Prayers Answered! 10cm & fully effaced!!! Dr. gave ok to start pushing.
7:41PM: Brendan Keith Watson Arrives!!! 9lbs 10oz & 22inches long. Brown hair, blue eyes.
God is Good!
March 18th 2005
On Monday March 14th Harvey and I went into town for the usual bobing about. We needed to be in Williams by 8am to get his licence just to wake up and find about 3in of snow on the ground after a week of 60 degree weather. By the time we got to williams he couldnt get his licence anyways.... not starting out to be a very good day. We decide to drive to Flag and dilly dally around town until our ob appointment at 3pm. After a very very long day going to Walmart, eating out at the Olive Garden, and everything else under the moon.... finally its 3 and we get to the doctor only to find out that they have been closed due to weather all day!!!!! What we have been waiting in flag the entire day to get to our app, I had a million questions to ask like am I having real contrax? How do I time them? Ohhh and about a million more. Well I decide to go to L&D and give them my birth plan as well as ask a few of these questions. I didnt realize they would be hooking me up and monitoring me or anything.... welll 3 turned into 4 then 5 then 6 as they have been monitoring my contrax they have been watching my bp. Finally a nurse comes in and says I my bp is high and she called Dr. Varella to come talk to us. She said that it could potentially be serious if we just left, she suggested that we induce now and now wait and see what happens incase it is too late....
Well this was alot to take in we didnt plan on having Keegan this weekend we were just going to ask a few questions.... well our heads were spinning and the next thing I know Im in a room hooked up to monitors and getting cervadil put in me. Well next day no change they start the gel next day no change they do cervidil again .... fingertip dialated no effacement and gel again.... next day no change 5 DAYS LATER!!! I have been having contrax 2-3min apart and they hurt but there is STILL NO CHANGE.... Ok Im tired and frusterated and pissed off and then Dr. Thomas starts to get worried .... he thinks that keegan is teathered and that is why he is not decending and why Im having all these contrax on a steady patteren and hard but not doing anything down there. He suggests a c-sec. At this point we just want an end all to the tourture I agree to the c-sec. The day we were told 6pm and the at 3 the nurse gives me the concent forms and starts the talk.... then the meds guys gets there and says hes ready to go and were going at 4!!! ahhh Chaos starts shes rattling off things to me the lab tech guy is drawing 5 more viles of blood (not my fav part) I had already had about 15 viles drawn throughout the 5 days alreay!!! Well I hate needles with a passion and this was the worst part the the whole thing the nurses are trying to get this IV in me and goes through my vain PAIN!! then she gets another nurse to try she blows the other hand!!! Im about to have a cow at this point Im bawling and in PAIN. I need a break but no another nurse trys and gets it in YEAH!! Finally.... well I get all my saline in and the meds guys gets back to give me an IV but I had already had one.... well apparently that one is not working now!! and he has to do it again..... i have a vain on my left hand blown and my right had 3 sticks and an IV already so he trys again on my left hand and completely blows the hand then starts trying random parts of my arm I think he tried about 5 times before finally he makes it in. Then the cathater lady comes in... (OMG will the tourture ever end!!!) That is not pleasent to have put in ..... Ok at this point Im done I just want to go home and forget the whole ordeal. I have been poked probed checked and stabed I want the pain to end. So Im walking to the c-sec room I am holding my pee in a handbag and my IV in the other hand. The eveil meds guy starts to do the spinal.... ouch 4 misses later finally he got it..... (everyone loves there meds guy but me) Well I thought ok here we go were almost to the good part..... he asks me if I can feel him pinching me I say no he pinced my arm and I barely felt that... But then in a matter of a few seconds it started to feel like someone was steping on my chest and then someone was squeezing all the air out of my lungs ...... I started to get really scared I kept saying help me help me I cant breath and then I noticed that I couldnt even talk anymore and that I wasnt able to gasp or anything for air I could only look up and hear everything that was happening they kept saying "your fine your breathing it just feels like you cant" YEAH boinking RIGHT!!! I wansnt breathing I heard them saying something about get the air and that this had never happend before.... well super Im thinking Im the first to die in a c-sec at this hospital... Harvey wasnt allowed in and they tubed me to breath and but me under...I thought I died.. seriously died. I woke up to see Harvey holding Keegan in recovery and all the nurses are like ohhh goood shes awake... they actually remembered my birth plan (the only thing on it that I actually got) and they didnt put the eye gunk in until I got to hold him and see him. That was the best part of the whole thing I finally had my baby and I was alive. Harvey looked like he was going to cry I think he was scared but we were just so happy now. Keegan was quite the nurser I was barely awake and they threw him on the boob and he went at it. He was born on Friday the 18th at 4:50pm. a woppin 6lbs 1.9oz (I guess I had no worry about the 16lb turkey hu) We spent another 4 days in the hospital totaling a whole week there.... I was sooooo sick of being there it wasnt funny at all. I had this crazy nurse who made me get out of bed and walk around the morning after!! I didnt even get my pain meds first I wanted to rip her head off but in the long run Im glad she did I think I would have stayed in bed for about a year if she didnt. My Grandma made it up here just in time to watch me to into the c-sec, Harveys parents made it there in time as well. Keegan failed his hearing on his left side at first but passed the next day he also had a dimple on his bum and they did some tests to make sure it wasnt nerological, he passed that as well Keegan is in perfect health now except for the pain of the circ. which I have no idea why I did. Keegan left the hospital at 5lbs 8oz my milk came in then went back up to 5 130z and now I think he is back to birth weight. He is a perfect feader and it doesnt even hurt. Im healing slowly but I have great meds so all is well. Keegan is the greatest thing that has ever happen to Harvey and I and we thank god for every moment we have with him.
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On Thursday, March 24th I was scheduled to be induced at 37 weeks due to a condition called Cholestasis. That morning I was supposed to wait for the hospital to call me to come in and to call them if they didn't call by 9am. So, shortly after 9am I called them and turned out they had tried to call me but had the wrong number somehow. They told me to come on in. So...
I get to the hospital before 10am. Turns out that they were full at the moment and had to wait for a bit and get some rooms cleaned. There were 1 or 2 other inductees waiting as well. I was finally in a L&D room by noon. I had two nurses at the beginning because one was new to the hospital. They were both pretty nice. I got changed and got hooked up to monitors etc. They had to stick me 3 times to get the IV set up. However, they had to wait for orders from the doctor on call before they could start me on any meds. They also were not going to check me to see if I had progressed any farther than the 3cm/80%/-1 I was at on that Monday at the doctor's office. They said they don't check unless the outcome would affect my treatment. I wish I knew if I had progressed since that Monday. At any rate, they got orders from the Dr but the Dr wanted them to do a quick ultrasound to make sure the baby was still head down and in a good position before giving me the pitocin. So, they tracked down a nurse with the right certification and found that the baby was in a good position.
It was 2:15 pm when they finally set up the pitocin in the IV. My timeline is a bit fuzzy after that. I know that for a long time I couldn't feel any contractions and when I was the monitors didn't pick them up very well. That continued all night. I swear that monitor didn't do my contractions justice. At 3pm my normal OB was now on call at the hospital. Before she could come see me she got called to the OR. After she was finished she was going to come break my water. Sometime between 4 and 5, i think, I started feeling significant contractions. When I went to stand up one time my water broke, though it turns out it wasn't nearly the entire thing, maybe just a small part.
When the contractions started hitting one on top of the other and breathing didn't help at all I asked for drugs. At first I was going to get narcotics but then changed my mind and asked for an epidural. The dr came in and did that. it took a while to kick in but it was much better after a while. Sometime after that my dr came in and checked me and broke the rest of my water. I didn't feel it at all and i didn't feel the water at all either. The epidural must have been really working. At this point I was 8cm/100%/0 station.
After a while of laying on my right side I started to get this spot in my back that was radiating pain. At first it was annoying then it grew to be really bad. I was also feeling contractions on my left side (guessing gravity was sending all the meds to the side I was laying on). When I got ready to ask for more drugs the nurse checked me and said it was time to push so we should skip anymore meds and call the dr. Dr said to start pushing and she'd be there in a while. Pushing was hard with the epidural not entirely worn off, especially because the monitor really wasn't picking up my contractions. However, i managed to make some progress. By the time the dr got there you could see the head a bit (or so I was told since I didn't care to look).
At any rate, I didn't have any stitches or an episiotemy but I did have, and still have, a LOT of swelling and bruising down there as well as 'roids (though surprisingly the ones I had during pregnancy hurt worse so far).
The end result: Baby Jonas was born at 10:54 pm... 8 hours 40 min or so after starting the meds. Not bad for a first pregnancy! When the head came out the Dr was surprised to find that the cord was around his neck and that they didn't know before hand. His apgars were 8 and 9.
Now comes a series of worrisome events that turned out to be nothing...
1) First the doctor thinks she has a problem with me... I'm bleeding from somewhere she can't see. Apparently it turns out to be the cervix and stops quickly on its own.
2) Jonas is apparently 'grunting' which can mean a host of things. The NICU team has to be called down to assess him. They take him to the transition nursery. They are allowed to stay there 6 hours and then have to transfer to the NICU or the regular nursery. I send Daniel off to go with him. Meanwhile I'm really worried that there's something wrong with the baby. By the time I'm able to go to my room though, Jonas had been moved to the regular nursery waiting for me
3) At some point during this I get really dizzy and nauseous. Daniel was in my room at that point, I think between trips to check on Jonas. I tell him to get the nurse. My BP had dropped to 67/30 or something like that. A nurse came in and did uterine massage (did I mention this really hurts?) and tons of blood clots came out. I immediately started to feel a lot better. They put me on more pitocin at this point. I had to stay in L&D a good bit longer than the original plan but eventually I got to my own room.
4) Fast forward to Friday. Jonas has had issues with a bad suck and not staying awake long enough to eat anything. I had to supplement with formula because it had been about 10 hours and he wouldn't eat. What we did get down him he spit back up so he wasn't keeping anything in. I saw the lactation consultant the next day and we had the same issues. She even tried to give him formula and had all the same issues as us. She suggested sending him to the nursery for a feeding so the nurses would see what was happening. She also brought in a pump and gave me a plan for pumping, etc. When we took him to the nursery in tears because he wouldn't eat he was doing the grunting again so they decided he needed to be assessed on that as well. However his vitals, including blood sugar, labs and a chest xray were all good. The nurse also successfully gave him 20ml of formula. (After that we didn't have any problem bottle feeding him. Coincidentally this was when he turned 24 hours by which time a lot of feeding problems can resolve they told us).
5) On Saturday after the morning pediatrician rounds, the NP came in and gave us the rundown of everything concerning Jonas. They had drawn a blood culture that would be ready at 10pm. They wanted to do one last check on the grunting to make sure it wasn't caused by an infection. If it wasn't it was almost certainly a transitional thing that would go away. If he did have an infection he'd need 7 days of antibiotics, 2 of which would be in the hospital so I'd have to go home without him. Talk about a depressing wait! (Tests later showed his blood culture to be negative! The other thing is that they heard a very slight heart murmur and had called in a cardiology consult although they thought it to be a transitional murmur. The cardiologist was going to come by later that day to do an echo. When the cardiologist came, we got to go into the nursery and watch him do the ultrasound. Nothing big came up in that exam. The story is is that all babies are born with this opening between 2 of the heart chambers. In 80% of people it closes completely after a while and in 20% it closes almost completely. Jonas's is a larger size, probably what is causing the slight murmur, but there is tissue there ready to close the hole but it just hasn't closed yet, which isn't abnormal. But, to be precautious they want to see him in 6 months just to check the progress. Even though things look normal this one is hard to get out of my mind
Needless to say I had a great birth and a not-so-great post partum stay. Now if I can just not worry about any of those things since they all seem to be nothing... I am scared that I'm going to break the baby or that something will go wrong I guess that's normal for first time parents.
He is the cutest thing in the world (see my pics on my other post!)
Hi everyone! We are home Very Happy
Monday was delivery day and so we go to the Women's Center and get all checked in, nerves and all Wink We get to our room, get changed and they start my IV. They kept blowing my veins so I am now full of bruises. The nurse could get one IV in but not the other one. I had to have 2, one for the fluids/pit and one for the blood. The anethesitologist was able to find another vein - finally! The dr came in and did an ultrasound to check on Katie's position and she was still laying transverse. She went over all the dangers of my surgery (just when I was able to "forget" about it). In fact everone kept telling me of the dangers and how they have been having meetings for the last week on how to take care of me and my complications. The blood was running late so they postponed my surgery until about 2:15 cause they could not start without it. We finally get to the room and and they stick me with a spinal. I layed down and they were quickly prepping everything when I felt EXTREMELY Sick to my stomach. I yacked everywhere! Mostly on my hair. They had to wait again to start until my BP stabilized. After having me laying at a tilt for a few minutes and a bunch of added drugs, I felt better. Dave was brought in and we got started. It was really hard to breathe like everyone has said but I was doing my labor breathing and was able to "relax" through my freakingoutness. Dave just kept rubbing my head in a rythmic way so I concentrated on that too. Before we knew it she was born. They had to do a classical cut to get her out. When they got her to breathe I could not stop crying, I was so happy!!! They took her to the NICU within minutes cause she was having troubles with her breathing. They finished with me and took me to recovery. They told me that she had TTN (can't remember what it stands for) which basically means she could breathe but was doing so way too fast. She had fluid in her lungs on x-ray. I was told that I could not breastfeed her until they could get her respirations under control which could take up to 72 hours. She was able to breathe on room air though, thank God. I got to see her for about 10 minutes later that day. That night I spent puking. The next day They made me get up out of bed but I could barely stand I was so shaky. I was able to get into a wheelchair and was taken to the NICU to see my baby with wires all over her. Very hard to see. To my surprise they let me nurse her later that afternoon for a short amount of time. I was so happy. Back in my room they hooked me up with a pump so I could get my supply going since I missed out on breastfeeding for 24 hours. Over the next few days I spent nearly every waking minute with Katie in the NICU. I got to know the nurses quite well. My little fighter was able to beat the initial odds and we were both able to go home together on Thursday. I have been having a hard time dealing with the pain of the section and blood loss. I am also having severe edema. They gave 5 liters of fluid which my body still does not seem to know what to do with. My dr is amazed at how smooth the surgery went all in but I know it was because I have had so many people praying for Katie and me. I am so glad to be with her now (being separated from her in the hospital was sooooo hard!), she is so beautiful She nurses like a champ! She was 7.6 lbs when she was born and 7.02 the night before we left the hospital (Wednesday). Friday, 1 1/2 days after that last weigh she had gained back 4 ounces and was 7.4 lbs...thank goodness for breastmilk and a baby that loves to nurse. I have been so blessed!!!
We went in on Tuesday the 29th to be induced. We had to be there at 6 in the morning. I was so nervous about the procedure. Anyway When we got there they hooked me up to the monitors and Laurens Heart rate dropped pretty low. So they wouldnt start anything (Pitocin) until my Dr arrived at 8 and gave them the green light. At 8 after my Dr said it was a go they began the induction. They could not get my water to break they HONESTLY tried about 10 times. Poor Lauren came out with scratches on the top of her head from their attempts. My Dr joked that my bag of water was made of Teflon hehe. Anyway I guess all of the atemps atleast weakend the bag because When I went to the bathroom an hour later I gushed water everywhere!! I labored for a couple hours VERY uncomfortable. I wished very much to go without any drugs because I did with Katie but the induction brought the contractions so fast and so hard that I didnt have a break in between. I finally decided to get the epidural. It only took on my left side. I could still very much feel them on my right, the nurse told me this was pretty common. Anyway I labored until 1 and was checked I was a 4. I began to feel pressure and quite uncomfortable on my right side an hour later and I was checked and was a 10 and complete. I couldnt believe it. A little after 2 and it was time to push WOW!! Anyway I got mentally ready and began to push and I was really surprised at how much control I had. Since my right side wasnt numb I could feel each contraction. My husband was an AWESOME labor coach he reminded me to breath and kept me calm. I pushed a few times and Lauren Claire arrived at 2:34 and weighed 7 lbs 11 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. I was beyond thrilled because I didnt have to have an episiotomy. I cant believe how fast I am already healing. It so much easier this time then with Katie. Well anyway thats my story, Mom and Daddy are so in love with BOTH of our little blessings!!
We arrived at the hospital Wednesday night at 7:00 pm for my induction. I was surprised they actually got us in right away and I was in my Labor and Delivery room by 7:30 pm. As soon as we got in there they hooked me up to the monitor and I was having contractions 2 minutes apart! Right away they had a really hard time finding the baby's heartbeat. The nurse would get him but he would move every single time so she had another nurse come in to help. They wound up finding his heartbeat UNDER my boob! They were really worried he was breech and started talking about a c/section. I started freaking out since they seemed pretty sure he was breech. They said they would send a resident OB in to do a quick ultrasound and we would go from there. About an hour later we found out all the worrying was for nothing- thank goodness! They were still concerned that he was so high but happy he was head down. They checked me and said I was a good 3 cm and 75% effaced so we didn't even need to do the prostaglandin gel. It was about 10 pm and they decided they would just let me rest and start the pitocin at 4 am. I didn't sleep at all. I just sat there watching the clock wishing SOMETHING would happen! My nurse came in at 2 am and said my OB wanted the Pitocin started right then instead of at 4 am. They knew they were never going to be able to track the baby through the reg. monitor so they went ahead and broke my water so they could do the scalp monitor. The pitocin worked right away and before I knew it I was having STRONG contractions. They gave me Nubain and that helped but by 4 am I was begging for my epidural. I was getting my epidural soon but as soon as I was getting it I knew something was wrong. It was taking a long time and it hurt so bad. I had an epidural each time and it never hurt at all. They said it would work a few minutes later. Nothing. They told me just to wait and it would eventually work. Nope. Actually it did work- my left thigh was numb. Shocked That was it though. The pain and pressure was so intense. I was screaming things I never thought I would say in public and LOUDLY cursing at Dh! They checked me at around 6 am and I was 8 cm. I layed there for about the next 45 minutes just begging them to give me another epidural. A resident OB came in at 6:45 am and told me I was complete and my OB was on his way. She was sitting everything up when I told her I had to push NOW. I know she said something about not pushing but I told her I couldn't stop. She looked at Dh and told him not to blink or else he was going to miss it. I pushed once and as soon as he came out he was screaming. I looked down at my belly and saw my beautiful little boy. I couldn't believe he was finally here! They said he looked perfect and took him for just a few minutes to get him cleaned off and weighed. Brennan Connor was born at 6:51 am and he weighed 7 lbs. 13 oz. and was 20 1/2 inches long.
We came home this evening. I was so nervous about how Aidan & Keegan would react to him but they were just so in awe of him that it made me cry. They were both so sweet and gentle. I didn't worry about Kenzie at all- she has been attached to him since the moment we walked in the door. I am just in love. He is so cuddly and he makes the cutest noises. Smile
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Friday, April 1st
I woke up at 3:40am - I thought I heard Ri cry out, but she must have gone right back to sleep. The alarm was set for 5am, enough time for us to get up and showered and head to the hospital for our 6am check-in time for the induction. Of course I couldn't fall back to sleep so I ended up getting out of bed at 4:45 and taking a shower, trying not to let my nerves get to me. The phone rang at 5:19am, it was the nurse at the hospital saying they were full to capacity and I'd have to wait until they started discharging patients (11am) before they'd know if they had enough room for me.
11:30am - I call the hospital after waiting patiently and eating some toast for breakfast. She was sure they'd be able to get me in, but it would be at least a few more hours before they got the rooms cleared and cleaned
1:30pm - My OB calls and asks if I'd still like to go through with the induction that day, or just wait until Sunday morning. Of course I wanted to go in ASAP so she said the hospital would be calling within the hour to let me know when. Ugh, the suspense!!
2:20pm - The hospital called and asked how long it would take me to get there. I told her I could be there in 10 minutes. She said How About 45? I said DEAL!
3:15pm - We arrive with our bags and pillows to check-in. I had already pre-registered so it was fairly quick. The receptionist took us back to our room and we got settled in.
3:45pm - L&D Nurse comes in and does all the prelim paperwork and goes over the induction process. Had my blood drawn for basic tests, IV inserted for fluids and pitocin. She checked me and I was still at 2cm and decided I could just start on pitocin.
4:40pm - Pitocin finally started. Here we go...I had to lie in bed with the fetal monitors on for a while before they'd let me get up and walk around though. Had some slight contrax but not much at all - they kept turning the pit up every 15-20 minutes and finally let me up to walk around. The monitor didn't like how fast I was walking though, so eventually after a few hours (maybe less) of walking, they made me go back to the room. Apparently when you're on pitocin they need to keep a very close eye on the baby. So I sat in the rocker and Jason and I watched the news coverage on the sick Pope. Contrax were coming every 2 minutes, and were getting stronger - but nothing I couldn't handle so far. I really thought I'd be making a lot of progress, but I was getting tired quick since I'd been up so early.
The minutes turned into hours, and before I knew it, it was pitch black outside. I got back into bed thinking maybe I'd try to nap, praying my water would break, or something, anything, would happen! Jason slept for about an hour (maybe around 10pm or so?) and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't rest. The contrax were coming stronger and I was getting more uncomfortable. I really wanted to hold off on the epi until I was pretty far along - I was terrified to slow any of the labor down for fear I'd end with a c/s.
11:30pm - I asked the night nurse to check me to see if I'd made any progress. I was at 4cm, but the baby's head was still pretty high. Needless to say, I was extremely disappointed to be making so little progress after sooo many long hours! We thought for sure we'd have an April Fool's baby - wasn't looking promising at this point though.
Saturday, April 2
2:00am - Still at 4cm. I cried and cried to the nurse that this wasn't going to work, and I couldn't do it any longer. I was scared, frustrated, uncomfortable, and extremely tired. Oh yeah, and STARVING. She was an older nurse, and my saving grace, truly! She explained to me that if I got the epidural, I'd be able to relax and hopefully get some sleep, so that I'd be energized for show time. I told her I was scared it would stall what labor we'd got going with the pit, and she promised it wouldn't. I gave in and agreed to get the epi. Needless to say, Jason was relieved!
2:20am - The anestesiologist arrived. I was more nervous this time than I was the first time around to get the epidural. I have no idea why. Jason stood in front of me and held my shoulders - I buried my head in his stomach and prayed for him to get it on the first prick. With the encouragement of the nurse and my wonderful husband, I managed to get through, flinching only once. I was relieved to have it over with. The nurse explained that she had to sit with me for an hour to monitor me and the baby, and told me to lie flat and relax, let the epi set in evenly, then I could roll to my side to be more comfortable. The pitocin was turned up to the maximum dosage to get things going. My OB was called to come in and break my water. I was still at 4cm.
2:40am - The anestesiologist was satisfied with his work and after making sure I was comfortable, left. As soon as he walked out the door, I felt like I had to pee. I told the nurse, and she said she'd insert the catheter - I dreaded this as it was horrible the last time around. I guess it wasn't as bad, but it was uncomfortable and I did complain - At this point I didn't care who thought what about me! The nurse went to wash her hands across the room at the sink and I had a mini panic attack because I *really* felt like I had to pee and couldn't hold it. I told her, and she explained that there was no way I'd pee myself, as the catheter was in and it would just drain. She told me not to "hold it" and to just let go. So I did. Then screamed to her that I DID just pee myself!! She thought maybe my water had broken, and when she checked, it looked like a lot of bloody show.
2:45am - Immediately after she determined it was just bloody show, I started having major pressure and contrax. They didn't seem to let up and I felt completely out of control. She checked me and said I was now a 6-7 (in 5 minutes?!?!) and the baby's head was working it's way down - that's why I felt all the pressure. I remember thinking to myself there was no way I could labor like this for hours on end. I've never felt so helpless in my life. Well...maybe I have, but not up until that point! Little did I know what was to come...
2:50am - The nurse took off her glove she'd just use to check me with, and went to wash her hands. I started feeling lots more pressure and an uncontrollable urge to push, but somehow I held it, thinking I better just lay there and shut up seeing as how the rest of the labor had progressed. I really thought I'd be there for another 12hours. She sat down next to me to record my contrax and the baby's stats, my bp, etc. She must have seen the look of panic on my face and the tears that were rolling down my cheeks, and Jason's concerned look as he held my hand. She asked if I was ok and I told her I couldn't go any longer, the pressure was so bad. As soon as she heard me start to grunt she quickly put on another glove and went to check me. Her hand didn't come out and she pressed the nurse call button with her other hand. She asked if Dr. Clayton was in the building, as we had a baby coming in less than 2 pushes. HOLY CRAP was all I could think!
2:55am - The desk nurse called back and said that Dr. Clayton was on her way in, she should be there in 5 minutes. No way could I wait 5 minutes more feeling this way - It felt like I'd been "holding it" for an hour already, even though it was less than 20 minutes. I was so relieved to be almost done, yet so terrified at the same time, that I wasn't going to be able to handle doing this. All I could do was scream and grunt as my body instinctively tried to push the baby out. THIS was defitely the point in my life where I felt the most helpless. The nurse literally was holding the baby in with her hand, and worked really patiently getting my attention and having me breathe through the contractions. I kept telling her I couldn't, she and Jason insisted that I could - and I think I heard, "Deep breaths! In through your nose, Out through your mouth...that's it!!...great job...wonderful control!!" about 100 times in the next ten minutes. It felt like a lifetime though. Every time the door opened I was screaming "That better be Dr. Clayton!!!" And it would be a nurse bringing in the warmer, blankets, etc in preparation for the baby.
3:10am - What seemed like an eternity had gone by of breathing and trying so hard not to push when that's all my body wanted to do. I was begging for them to get a doctor, ANY doctor at all, it didn't have to be my own, it could even be a MAN for crying out loud - to just come in and deliver this baby. I couldn't hold her in any more. The nurse told me that she could deliver the baby herself, but she didn't want to, as Dr. Clayton would be very upset with her if she did. I guess that was to reassure me, although I am not sure how lol.
3:13am - Someone finally said that Dr. Clayton was right outside the door (she thought she'd arrived to break my water apparently). What a relief that was - I didn't see her, but I am sure she heard my screams from the parking lot. She got her gloves on and stepped at the end of the bed just in time, literally. I no sooner saw Dr. Clayton's face when Jason bent down to tell me, "Her head's out!! The baby's head is ALL THE WAY out!!"
3:15am - I was so relieved and let out one little grunt and felt the rest of her body just pop out. I can't believe it was finally all over, our beautiful baby girl was finally here!! They put her on my chest and I was concerned something was wrong - she was so pink, covered with mucous, but wasn't crying or opening her eyes. It was so different than it was with Rilee - who came out all slippery, eyes wide open, looking all over the place, flailing her arms and legs. Reagan was so still - but let out a little cry, I kept asking the nurses if she was ok. Dr. Clayton had walked away from the table so they could break it down for the delivery of the placenta, and so that she could put her full scrubs on (she arrived in sweats and only had enough time to put on rubber gloves for the delivery!). The nurses had Jason cut the cord and they brought her over to the warmer. They kept assuring me she was fine, though I didn't believe them.
Sure enough, she let out a huge wail and I started crying and couldn't stop. She had Apgars of 8 and 9, was 19 1/4" long and weighed in at 7lbs 4oz. And because she came down so quickly, I am proud to say my baby has a perfectly shaped head LOL! The placenta was delivered and I had a few minor tears on top and bottom, requiring just a few stitches. I am healing up really well, and was out of bed about an hour after she was born, when the epi finally wore off. Unbelievable difference from last time around!
Because she did come out so quickly, we had a few scares the first day because she was gagging on mucous that was still left in her system. But that's all gone now. She is jaundiced but much less so than Rilee was. At first we thought she looked a little like Rilee, but something was different. But after the first few days, she has started to look more and more like a spitting image of her big sis. We went back and looked at Ri's pics from her first weeks and OMG the similarities are amazing. I will have to post comparison pics!!
I just wanted to let you know that Monika had a beautiful 6 lb, 4oz baby boy yesterday at 2:31pm. Mother and son are doing great. His name is Nikolas Sean Murphy and he is a good sleeper so far. There were no complications and everything went as planned. I am just the proud sister of Monika delivering this message to her friends since she will be in the hospital until Friday due to the c-section. She won't see email until the weekend at the earliest and will be able to provide a better, complete birth story than I would.
Guess I should add my birth story...
Hey Ladies! We just got back
I honestly don’t have much of a birth story (but I AM long winded so here goes)…. BTW the times are estimates… Since everything moved so quick.
I had started to have contractions on Sunday night but they weren’t anything spectacular. They were very irregular and felt like medium grade braxton hick contractions. We laid down for bed around 11:00 PM… I was woke up about 3-4 times during the night by contractions… I would use the bathroom and lay down and fall back to sleep.
At 6:40 Adam came in to the bedroom to tell me bye for the day. I told him I was loosing quite a bit of my plug and that I had a few contractions that woke me up during the night… and I had a feeling I would be calling him at work later in the day. He said, “Ok” and headed out the door.
At 6:50 I used the restroom and noticed quite a bit of pink discharge. I decided I should get in the shower and WHAM my contractions started to come pretty close together so I started to time them… They were 2 MINUTES APART! They longer I stood in the shower the more powerful they became.
At 7:15 (35 min. after Adam left home… LOL) I called DH and told him to come back to the house because it was time! He made it home and he helped me finish getting the girls dressed.
We left the house at 7:35, went down the road… Dropped both of the girls off at our friends house at 7:40 and then headed for the hospital.
At 7:55 we made it to the hospital but there were no parking spots so Adam had to drop me off at the entrance and go park the truck… I decided that waiting for him probably wasn’t the best idea and high-tailed it to L&D (in between contractions).
Around 8:00 I made it to L&D and pretty much told them that it was time and they needed to hurry.
The R.N. took me to a room and told me to undress… At the moment I pulled my panties off I had a gush of blood go down my leg…. She was busy messing with the machines and I’m standing there in all my glory and say, “Ummm I’m bleeding”. She doesn’t even bother to look at me… She just tells me “Oh that’s bloody show. Get into bed and let me check the baby’s heart rate”.
About 8:05 Adam comes into the room. Not only did he have to park in the back parking lot and high-tail it but then the people at the front desk didn’t know what they had done with me so he had to knock on 2 doors before he got the right room! At any rate, the R.N. is still messing with the machine and I said, “ Ummm… I have to push”. She said, “Already? Hold On”.
At 8:07 the midwife comes in and checks me… I had a lip left but I should push whenever I felt the urge. They yell out in the hall way that they had a baby coming and they needed to prep the room, NOW! I start pushing… the Aids came in and slammed a piece of plastic and chucks pads under me in-between contractions. Morrigana was born 6 minutes later! My bag of water didn’t even break until she was already crowning! No tearing just two small “skid marks”.
She was born at 8:16 AM
Weighed 8 Pounds 13 oz
She was 20 5/8'' long
Head 14'' around
I pretty much had the perfect birth that I wanted (well except for an “extra” midwife… That insisted on being in the room to “coach” me… She spent the whole 6 minutes yelling, “PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN!!!!! PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN!!!”).
Unfortunately, Post Partum wasn’t as easy. Morriagana, had to have a GBS culture done (we had to wait in the results… So our stay was longer then expected) since I was only in labor for an hour and 25 minutes and didn’t have time for antibiotics. She was also slow at stabilizing her glucose levels and she had some jaundice that they are monitoring.
Also, or some odd reason only the top part of my uterus was contracting and the bottom part wasn’t after Morrigana was born… So I had some hemorrhaging and am now anemic They did give me two different types of meds to stop the hemorrhaging though so the good news is that my bleeding is already WAY down (pinkish white) and my uterus has shrunk down further then normal
Sorry it took me so long to post it, but we went to visit my family before DH had to go back to work! So here it is... CRAZINESS
Ok... so I was scheduled to go in for induction on Wednesday, April 6th at 7:30 am... well when I got up there was a message on one of our cell phones that they were too busy in L&D and they would call and let me know when they wanted me to come in. My stomach was already in knots about the induction and now I was going to have to wait even longer! Ahh! I called and they said probably around noon and that they would call and let me know for sure. So at 10:10, they called and said "Noon would be a GREAT time to come in and have a baby!" Woohoo now just a little under 2 hours to wait!
We got to the hospital and they pretty much wasted no time getting me hooked up to the IV for Ampicillan (pos. for GBS), the nurse tried in my arm and blew the vain, so then moved to my hand. Ugh, I hate IV's! lol I was told that around 3:00 the pitocin would be started, to make sure I had the antibiotics long enough.
Boring wait... then at 2:55 pm my Dr came in and I was SO excited, YAY! Gonna start the pitocin! Then my Dr. tells me "We have a situation" and I almost started to cry right there. Apparently there was a "social situation" as my Dr. put it, a woman was 34 weeks pregnant, water had been broken for a week, she LEFT the hospital the week before and they JUST FOUND HER... he was afraid she would leave again and wanted to get her delivered before me. They were short staffed and didn't have enough nurses to start my pitocin yet. So he asked if that was ok with me... Umm YEAH.. I dont want someone else's baby to be in danger because I want to have mine first! So he said they would hopefully get her delivered in a few hours and then get me started on the pitocin. Hurray... so now I am sittin there on antibiotics and plasmalite IV's and stuff in the bed with monitors on and bored out of my mind! Not to mention the fact that my dad came from out of town to be there with me and he and Davin were insanely bored sitting there! lol
Ok... so around 6:00 pm a nurse came in to let me know they are going to let me have normal food (I had a liquid meal earlier) and that they called in a nurse who would be in after she was done teaching the child care class. And then at 8:00 pm my nurse was there! FINALLY! She started me on the pit and I told her I could kiss her feet I was so happy she was there! lol I thanked her a billion times for coming in!
By 10:00 I was having contractions every 2 mins but they did NOT hurt. They had been turning the pit up every 20 minutes, and I was just waiting for pain. lol Around 11:15 or so they started to get uncomfy, and I asked the nurse to check me cuz if I wasn't progressing, I wanted to get the ITN so I could get some sleep. She checked and I was at 3 cm, same place I started. So Frank came and came me the ITN, holy man that was one crazy shot in my spine. When Frank got done he told me I would feel itchy... he was SO right, my entire body was itchy as all hell. My nose most of all and I could NOT stop scratching it! I could feel all my contractions every 1-2 mins, but no pain was wonderful.. I was ready to sleep! Well, sleep never happened. I was puking every 15 minutes instead! Everytime the nurse came in to check my vitals, I would puke as soon as she was done. It was horrible. My dad and Davin were both asleep in chairs and I was puking like a mad woman. My dad woke up everytime I puked, and he is a nurse... so he asked the nurse to give me some drug (don't know the name) for my nausea.. and she did. So from like 3-4 am no puking, but then it came back.
My Dr. came in at 4:30 am and checked me... STILL AT 3CM!!! OMG THIS SUCKS! lol He said, "I am going to break your water now" and I was SO happy, I knew it would be soon then cuz it was with Treyson. After he broke my water baby's heartrate was going WAY down with every contraction, so I was monitored pretty close for those few hours. That stupid alarm went off with every contraction and it was freaking me out!
Around 6:30 my contractions started to hurt, and with that ITN contractions that are for pushing hurt, but nothing else does... so I was really ready! Dr. came in at 7:00 am and checked me and said I was at 8 but stretched to 10, and then announced "PREP THE ROOM, WE ARE GONNA HAVE A BABY HERE SOON"
So the nurses prepped the room, there were a LOT of ppl around but I was in pain and totally not paying attention to anyone. lol My Dr. came in and said, "OK Toni, are you ready? You are going to have a baby in a couple minutes" Boy was he right! ONE CONTRACTION, TWO PUSHES... out she came! First push, out came her head and Dr says "Tight cord around neck, I'm cutting it now" ok, so that worried me a bit.. second push, out she came and all I could see was her hair! lol They only let her stay on my chest for like 20 seconds, they had to take her to get her some oxygen cuz of the cord around her neck. So then I was freaked out, but the Dr. told me all was fine. My dad was balling his eyes out, Davin had tears in his eyes (he NEVER cries, only once since I have known him, lol) and I was in complete shock that she was already out! lol
5 lbs 10 oz
18 1/2 inches
Her apgar was 8/9 and her body temp was low so they had to put her in the warming bed for a while before I got to "bond" with her. As for me, no tears, rips, hemmies, nothing! I felt great, not at all like I just had a baby. Treyson is the proudest big brother ever, he keeps saying "I can't take my eyes off of her" and Daddy is amazing! Everything is going wonderfully! I am so happy!
Alright over 2 weeks later, I'm finally going to post :-)!
I went in on April 1st at 6:00 am for my c-section. They hooked me up to IVs and drew blood when I got there. We were scheduled for 7:30, but there were some problems with the c-section in front of me so we didn't get back until 9am. The "drug guy" (don't know how to spell anesti..whatever!) came in and asked me what music I wanted to listen to. Since I was nervous I chose Enya...nice and relaxing. He gave me my spinal. I puked about 3 times...then went into drug heaven. I know this sounds so weird, but my c-section was a blast. I got to watch it in a mirror and it was amazing!!! I was just in the best mood.
Zoey came out screaming at 9:35am but quickly fell into respitory distress. I couldn't get over how little she looked. My first was 9 lbs 11 ozs, she was 6 lbs 9 ozs. They let me hold her for just a minute and then quickly took her to the NICU. While I was still in surgery, I also had my tubes tied, they told me she was going to be admitted to the NICU. Once in recovery they brought me a picture of her. I was in the recovery room for about an hour when my oxygen started dipping pretty low, so they had to put me on oxygen, no big deal though. They waited to move me to my room until Zoey was all hooked up to her oxygen and IVs so I could go see her before going to my room downstairs. She looked really scary and I was pretty devastated, but I was definitely a proud mommy!
That night I got to go up in a wheelchair to see her. The next morning I got my cathetar and IVs out so I walked upstairs. I really have felt great since the surgery. The only thing that really bothered me is the bad cramps I had. Dr said that was from the tubal. Other than that my incision never hurt.
Anyway, I went home on the 4th and Zoey came home on the 12th. She now laying right by me peacefully asleep as I type this :-)!
Wednesday, April 13 I was scheduled for an induction at 41 weeks. The night before, I decided to take some castor oil to see if I could get things going on my own, so that I wouldn't need the induction.
4:30am - I wake up, having very light contractions 3-4 mins apart.
5:30am - contractions still regular, wake up DH, get in shower
7:30am - off to hospital for scheduled induction. Drop off Annie at daycare
8:00am - arrive for induction. Set up on monitors, contractions still 3-4 mins apart
9:00am - contractions now irregular. See dr regarding induction. Given gel to ripen cervix, wait 45 mins for it to settle in, am sent out of hospital on a "pass" to return at 3pm
9:45am - leave hospital. Until 3:00pm, walking the mall, outside, everything trying to get things going
3:00pm - arrive back at the hospital. Not feeling any contractions at this point, I assume that I will be getting gelled again. Hooked up to monitors and left
3:30pm - start feeling some contractions, 3-4 mins apart. Am told that the dr will be in to see me soon
4:00pm - resident dr comes in to check me. she can't "find" my cervix, the exam is so uncomfortable that I am crying. Will get the dr to check me
THIS IS WHERE THINGS START TO MOVE VERY QUICKLY
5:30pm - dr finally comes in, contractions still 3-4 mins apart, are getting stronger but are totally bearable. I am 3 cms dialated, dr breaks my water and a bed is arranged so that they can start pitocin
5:40pm - Moving to my birthing room, takes me about 10 mins to walk to 100 meters to my room, due to quick, strong contractions
6:00pm - begging for something to take the pain away. Offered and accept morphine, quick shot in the bumb. Now I'm 4 cms
6:15pm - morpine hasn't kicked in, I have the urge to push. I'm at about 7 cms, the nurse is yelling at me not to push (I'm involuntarily pushing now), I'm yelling back that I can't stop. Given gas to take the edge off (that's really good stuff)
6:25pm - doc comes in, says that I can push through the lip of my cervix, I start pushing shortly thereafter
6:34pm - Faye is born!! She weighs 7lbs 2oz (exactly the same as big sis), 20 inches long and has a slight dusting of brown hair. She cried almost immediately, skin is very dry due to being overdue.
It all happened so quickly between my water breaking and Faye being born that I feel like I missed it (this is partly because of the gas). While I wouldn't go into a future birth not wanting an epidural, I wouldn't change a thing. I feel great already, am up and about, and I'm able to enjoy Faye while still taking care of Annie to some degree.
Well we came home from the hospital today. It has been a hard couple of days...but we survived.
Well on April 15 at 10:30 PM my water broke. Brian was going to be home at 6:00AM, so I wasn't too concerned.
My mom came and picked me up and brought me to the hospital. They confirmed that my water had broken and said that there were no detectable contractions yet. They released me at 12:30AM and told me to come back at 12PM on the 16th to see where we were progressing.
Two hours later I woke up with some very serious contractions (2:30AM). By 3:00AM the contractions were 2 minutes apart and very very strong. I was no longer able to talk or walk through contractions. So we went back to the hospital. By the time I got to the hospital, I was screaming in pain, and contractions continued to be 2 minutes apart.
At 4:00AM we started taking Phenedren (sp) to help with the pain and to help relax me, but it did nothing. They checked and I was 100% effaced and 4cm dilated.
At 5:30AM I had progressed to 5cm.
At 6:00AM Brian called to tell me he had arrived at the airport, so I calmed down a bit.
At 6:15AM They were starting my epidural and Brian arrived as they were putting it in, I quickly calmed down and was feeling a lot less pain.
By 8:45AM I was 10cm, but had no urge to push.
The nurse said that we would wait a while until I had the urge to push. So with the epidural I was able to get a couple of hours of sleep (much needed) and Brian was able to get a bit of sleep too.
At 11:30AM we started pushing. When the nurse checked me at the start baby was at 0 position.
After pushing for 2 1/2 hours I had progressed to +1 position, so very little progression.
By 4 hours of pushing I was getting exhausted and I had only progressed to +2 position.
We talked about our options and the doctors felt it best that we attempt to vacuum the baby. So all of the specialists arrived, top me up to maximum amounts of drugs and attempted to vacuum. But because baby had been in the birth canal for 4 hours her head was already swollen and they had a difficult time getting the vacuum to suction. So the second attempt worked and they were able to bring baby down a bit and get her past her stuck position. They were only able to bring her down a bit with the vacuum because of her head swelling. Soon after I was able to push her out with the assistance of an episiotomy at 4:13PM. And the doctors found that Megan's cord was very short, which they believe may have caused some of the problems with pushing her out.
Once Megan was born they put her on my chest for a few seconds then took her away. It seemed like forever before she cried. Her head had a fairly large bruise from the vacuuming and was a bit cone shaped from the long pushing. She was also extremely mucusy so they had to clear that out. After about twenty minutes they brought her back to me.
Her Apgar scores were 5 and 9.
I felt terrific after the birth. within a couple of hours the epidural had worn off and I was walking around.
The first night Megan was very alert, but had a very bad headache, so they gave her some Tylenol in the nursery.
Megan has had some difficulty breast feeding for a number of reasons. Her head has been very sore so she wasn't really interested in feeding and had very poor sucking reflexes. Also because of the tylenol she was very sleepy and it was hard to keep her awake long enough to feed. By the third day her bilirubin levels had raised and she had to spend the day under the lights, so she was even more sleepy from that. And lastly my colostrum is very minimal and my milk hasn't come in, so she looses interest very quickly at the breast.
We have been giving her formula, which at first she had a difficult time taking, but is now a star at eating.
We are going to a lactation clinic on friday, so hopefully we will be able to the milk in and the breastfeeding underway.
So that is our story. The labour and delivery were very difficult, but we got Megan out of the deal so it was all worth it.
Megan Victoria Jones was 6lbs 12oz, 20 1/2 inches was born April 16 at 4:13PM.
We will post pictures on our website shortly so that you will be able to see them
The birth of Ciara Morgan
Sat April 9th.
I woke up feeling absolutly wonderful, and told everyone that today must be the day!! So me and my girls went running around shopping and getting every last minute thing I could get done, done.
I had been having contrax that were not painful off and on all day, but never really paid attention to the time apart.
By midnight I had started to feel funny, went to the bathroom,(sorry TMI) and I had started to bleed a bit ,so I called my doctor and she told me that if it wasn't alot that it was probably just from the contrax all day. But to come in if my contrax were 5 mins apart, the baby wasn't moving at all within a half hour or if the bleeding got worse.
So I let hubby sleep and called one of my friends to help time me, as I could tell the contrax were getting stronger, but not enough for me to complain.
By 3:30am I started letting all my family know that I was definately in labor, so that my dad and stepmom could be ready to take our girls.
By 5:00 am the contrax were coming regularly, so off to the hospital...which was a bumpy ride...
When I got there I was 6cm and 100%effaced. I hung in there until about 7:30, when now I was feeling real uncomfortable....so I got my epi. Good thing they didn't check m before they gave it to me or I could not have gotten it. I could feel Ciara pushing down, and was getting the urge to puish while they were doing the epi.!!!! And sure enough my doctor broke my water...I was ready to go.
I lost track of time here, but after 5 puhes at 8:13 am on April 10th-Ciara Morgan arrived
weighing in @ 6lbs 4ozs 19" long
Thanks for listening
I went into the hospital at 8pm for my induction, as I was 9 days late. My induction was orginally scheduled for 5:30pm but they were very busy. So by the time I got to the hospital I was a little nervous. They got us all set up, I had to get an IV and they blew one vein before they got it in, ouchie. Then they checked me and I was still 2 cm and 50% effaced so they used a pill to make my cervix more favorable.
After about 2 hours they checked me again and I had moved to 3 cm and a little more effaced not sure how much more. So they decided to wait a little while to see if I would need another dose.
A midwife came in to check on me and ask how I was at about 12:30am when she came in I was in the bathroom as I felt like I had to go and rushed off though the minute I got out of the bed I was leaking. When I got out I mentioned it to the MW and she didn't think it was anything. She said the nurse would come in at 1am and check me again.
The nurse took me more seriously and put a towel down to check she said she'd look in 30 minutes. At some point started to feel contractions that weren't too bad but I started crying controllably since everytime I moved I felt like I was peeing myself. I couldn't get it through my head it might be my water and just thought I was falling apart. They also couldn't keep the baby on the monitor so when the nurse came back I had to get an internal one though I was terrified there was something wrong with Ally but she was fine though we did have a few more scares as the internal one didn't work so well either since she had too much hair. The nurse confirmed the water had broken when she came back in and told me to walk around.
So now I'm walking but I did get a shot of a painkiller before I started as they pain was getting really bad and the contractions felt like they were only giving me about 30 seconds between them. I walked around until the meds wore off just over an hour I think and I begged for another shot but the nurse thought I need an epi as well and ordered one I didn't fight it I don't know why not so I got one and felt a lot better after much pain getting it in. I also got pitcion at that point and laboured hard until 11:30am that morning.
When I got checked at 11:30am I was about 6 cm dialated and about 70% effaced though I had only made two cms of progress in about 6 hours as when I was checked at 5am I was 4 cms. They had been steadily raising my pitcion all morning and were disappointed I wasn't making more progress.
The doctor came in and said she thought I might need a c section. I aked to get more time and got until 1pm and with the pit going up every 30 minutes.
I still had made no more progress at 1pm and was preped for the c section. I was really scared but DH was there and we got through it. I went in for the section and was so scared I got morphine through the epi and didn't really feel any pain. Though after they took the baby and my DH left to go to the nursery with her I apparently freaked out I was so scared and didn't want the surgery anymore. They gave me something to calm me down and I woke up in recovery I think that was because I hadn't slept all all since I had gone to the hospital. I was there for about 2 hours and after that I was taken to my room and Ally was brought in a short time later. She had visited me in recovery and had already nursed there but I don't rememeber much about that at all.
I am so happy I got the section when I did though cause as we were wheeled into the OR the baby's stats started to drop as she was getting stressed from all the contracting. Also apparently we didn't make any more progress because her head was just too large for my pelvic bone and I wouldn't have been able to get her out. Also since her head couldn't come all the way down she was putting all the needed presure on the cervix.
Overall the c section was great and the recovery is going well. I'm so happy I have my little Ally with me now. Though the birth was nothing like I expected it's all worth it for Ally.
sorry for all lower case, am holding sierra with other hand... so, here goes:
4/18: start losing mucous plug in a.m., contraction every now and then, not too painful
4/18 pm: contractions becoming more regular, by evening are 5-10 min apart, couldn't sleep all night, more because i'm writing down contraction times, weren't too painful yet, just like menstrual cramps
4/19: contractions continue, but never closer than 5 minutes apart, no sleep AGAIN
4/20 am: want to go to hospital in a.m. but try to make it to my dr. appt. at 11am and hope they'll tell me to go to the hospital. go to appt and am only 1 cm dilated but 60% effaced.
4/20 p.m.: contractions getting stronger, very painful and radiating around tomy back, finally at 8pm they're consistently 3-6 min apart so we head to hospital, where i'm only 2-3 cm dilated so am sent home. i tell the nurse i haven't slept in days and she says to take a tylenol pm and see if that helps, it did a little but still only able to sleep for 5 min at a time between contractions
4/21 a.m.: tell my dh at 4am need to call hospital, can't take pain so i ask advice nurse if i can take more tylenol and she tells me to come back in so back to the hospital, where i'm 4 cm so they admit me. start epi at 9am, thank god!, then break my water and start pitocin at noon, prgressing about 1cm per hour or so, start feeling contractions again around 4:30pm, tons of pressure and i tell the nurse and when she checks me about 5:30, time to push! pushed for 45min and sierra rose was born at 6:20pm, 6 lbs, 11 oz, 19 1/2 inches. watched the birth in the mirror, so awesome!!!
My name is Kristina. I was in the hospital from the beginning of February until I delivered my son, Garrett, on April 5, 2005. I was told that I had placenta increta (where the placenta grows into and through the wall of the uterus). Given that Garrett is my 6th child and I have had 3 c-sections and a ruptured ectopic...apparently this was quite serious. I met many doctors and had over 15 ultrasounds and an MRI. Because of the diagnosis, I had to have a classical c-section on the outside and an incision at the top of my uterus on the inside. I was told all about the risk of me not making it and that I would have to have lots of blood at the time of delivery and a hysterectomy. The hysterectomy was the good thing and I told everyone that would listen that I wanted it.
On April 5, 2005 my water broke at 1 in the morning. I was exactly 30 weeks. Before I knew it I had an ultrasound, all my doctors were coming in from home and I was being prepped for surgery. It took 3 hours to prep me including over 30 minutes to put the IV in my neck! I went under general anaesthetic at 4:00 a.m. and my son was delivered at 3.5 pounds at 4:03 a.m. I woke up and asked how everything went. Baby was fine but the diagnosis was completely wrong! No hysterectomy was performed, nothing. The doctors claim it was a miracle. Now I have to go and have the hysterectomy in July.
On a good note, Garrett is doing wonderfully. I just felt like I could not trust the doctors after spending 2+ months in the hospital for basically nothing.
Sorry I am a little late on my birth story.
Friday, April 22, 2005 was my OB appt. I was hoping she would tell me she would induce me that day or the next. Nope, no luck. She said I don't think you will make it to next Friday. I was in so much pain from carrying Isabel so low. I was practically crawling to my car. Anyways, left the doctor to pick up Robbie from my mom's. I wanted to wait to until the traffic was over with so I left my mom at 7:00 PM only to be stuck in traffic since there was an accident. An 18 wheeler had spilled cans of beer onto the freeway. Well I was stuck in traffic for 3 hours and did not get home until 10 PM. Everyone was worried about me and I was stuck with a crying 2 year and I was so frustrated. I was hoping I would not go into labor in traffic and I could have since I was so stressed and frustrated. Maybe being stuck in traffic caused me to go into labor early and make my BP go up.
On Saturday, I went to visit my mom and we went shopping but I got so tired so we headed home only after a couple of hours. I lied down since I was feeling so tired. Went home and took another 2 hour nap. On Sunday, I got up and went to church which we left early since I was feeling so tired. Went home and stayed in bed all day. Slept alot. Around 9 PM I started to have a very bad stomach ache. DH would come and rub it but it made it feel worse. I tried to sleep but the stomach pain was terrible. I tossed and turned all night and around 3 AM (Monday Morning) I told DH I can't take this stomach ache anymore. I can't sleep and my stomach pain is not getting any better. I also mentioned that I had not felt Isabel move for hours even before 9 PM which she moves mostly at night. I know I would not feel better until I talk to the doctor. So I called the doctor and he said I better come in and just get checked just in case since I was not feeling the baby move. We got to the hospital before 4 AM and they put me in a room and started to hook up the monitors and BP machine. My BP was 171/114 (I think). It was very high and they said I was not leaving until this baby was delivered. Also my contractions were 3-5 minutes apart so my stomach ache was really contractions. They did not feel like the contractions was having other times so I had not clue those were contractions. At that point Isabel started moving so I knew she was okay. They started my BP medicine to lower it which it did not work right away and they talked about a C-section in the next hour or so if my BP did not go down. The doctor's discussed my situation and they thought the best thing was to deliver this baby than wait. The doctor broke my water at 7AM. I was given some pain medication for my contractions. I was progressing slowly so I figured this labor was going to be long too. Which it was. I asked for the epidural to help with my pain which it did help but made my BP go way to low so I was given medicine to bring it back up. After many many hours they decided to stop the potocin and restart in an hour. I was finally at 9 cm on Tuesday around midnight and then finally at 10 cm at 1:00 AM. I was put on oxygen since Isabel was not taking the contractions too well and her heart beat would drop with each contraction. I started to push around 1:10 AM and and Isabel was born @ 1:41 AM on April 26, 2005 (only 13 days early) weighing 5 lbs 7.3 ounces, 18 3/4 inches long. She came screaming into the world. She was placed on my chest and all I could do was cry since I was so happy since she was healthy and safe. I wanted to hold her in my arms so bad for months now. She was finally here. DH took pictures and Isabel was already smiling only 10 minutes after birth. She was prefect. I on the other hand had to get three stitches since I did have a small tear. Also they were having a hard time getting the blood to stop and I could see that DH was getting worried. I was given some shot to stop the bleeding and I did not need a blood transfusion. We were released from the hospital on Thursday and Isabel had a very MILD case of jaundice. Since then I took her in for another blood test to check it and she is completely over her jaundice. This little girl loves to eat. I think she is an night owl since she will stay awake all night and if I turn off the light she will cry. I hope she will out grow that very soon. I need my sleep.
Thanks for letting me share my birth story. I will post more pictures as soon as I have a chance.
Oh I forgot to mention, I was carrying Isabel very low and the OB could feel the head when she would check my cervix but wouldn't you know the day of my labor she had moved back (way up) and had to wait until she dropped again. Little stinker! No wonder I had no more vagina pain Saturday or Sunday.
Anna Elizabeth arrived Wednesday April 20 at 12:35pm. She weighed 6lbs 8oz at birth and is 20 inches long.
Here's how that happened...
At this point, my parents have been here for some time, waiting for me to hatch. Happy happy joy joy. :roll: So, I have to mention that my father had gone home again - this time to cut grass and whatnot. We had decided after my appointment that nothing was going to happen anytime soon so he would be safe to do this. Ha Ha.
Anyway, all day Tuesday I was having this little crampy contractiony things. Much like I was having three weeks ago. So, I refused to get all excited about them. As foolish as I felt last time, I didn't even mention them to anyone else.
I get the bright idea that I should have some raspberry leaf tea. This sounds fabulous. Whatever. My mother and I decide to WALK to GNC and pick some up. GNC is in a shopping plaza about a mile away. And you have to walk back. So that's two miles. We do this. We also stop at the bakery and have some sweets. Gotta love napoleons. But I digress.
On the way back, I notice an office in another plaza called the 'foot and ankle institute.' On the assumption that they would at least not be rude and laugh directly at me, (maybe they'd wait til I was gone) I decide to stop and ask where this point on your foot is. They laughed directly at me (dorks) and told me to check with a massage place. Very not helpful.
There also was a Chiropractor's office on the way back. They had a little reflexology chart and showed me right where this point is. They also told me to come back after two and the doc would do his thing at that point but, I didn't. I can rub my own foot thank you very much. I felt like going to the first place with the chart and telling them to go AHEM themselves, I'm not nuts. But I didn't.
So we get home and drink some tea and sit on the porch. Mom and I play some Trivial Pursuit. Drink more tea. Rub my foot some more. These crampy things are closer and a little stronger. I have finally mentioned them to my mother. I couldn't manage to hide the few that doubled me over. Observant woman, my mother.
We make supper. Spaghetti and meatballs. Yum yum! I have a couple at supper that sort of lift me up and out of my chair. Now everyone notices. Oh well, I guess I couldn't hide them forever. After supper, Gary and I sit on the front porch, timing contractions and talking.
Eventually we decide that this is the real thing and that we should probably call my father. Knowing that this could go on at this pace all night, we don't have him come back, we just let him know. We do eventually want him to come back but it's not urgent right then. Of course, he gets in the truck and comes right up. Who didn't see that coming?
Now, the man usually makes it from his house to our house in about 45 minutes. But we all told him to take his time and be careful. Who knew he'd pick this occasion to listen?! An hour and a half later, he gets here. We (actually Gary) decides it's time to leave. Only this time, we call the office on the off chance they want us to stay home. Their machine actually directs you to go to the ER if you think you're in labor. So, we go.
We get there and get all registered and up to the L & D floor. Anne is my nurse. She is awesome awesome. She hooks me up to the monitor. Nothing. I'm about to freak out. Gary points out that the change in location, getting settled, whatever, may have just PAUSED things. Not stopped them. Turns out my clever husband was right. Eventually (maybe fifteen minutes) they start again and they're chartable and everything. Anne allows us to walk. And walk. And walk some more. Finally around 1 or 2 I'm too sleepy to walk anymore. But she decides to wheel us into the birth room before she'll give me any drugs. Then she gives me some Stadol. What a lovely woman.
At this point, I lose all recollection for about two hours. I'm told I was quite amusing. I remember having the giggles uncontrollably. I also remember telling Anne that it was some 'wicked s**t'. That's about it.
When I wake up, Gary and my father are asleep on the little couch and my mother is sitting by my bed. Then I start having contractions again. By the way, the contractions didn't stop while I was out, I just slept through them. And, they are doing what they're supposed to. YAY! Anne comes in to check on me and we're good.
Shift change. Now Shirley is my nurse. I'm thinking of naming my next child after this woman.
Finally, Dr. S arrives at the hospital for his 'surgery day.' He shows up to check on me. We're at 6-7 so he decides that he'll go ahead and break my water. He does. Then he says I can have an epidural. It is now 9:30. Shirley calls anesthesia and tells them to come do this. They don't show until about 10:45. Dorks. Then, there is a student with the main guy so he's taking his time and asking her questions about how and why. I'm not amused. In the future, when I say there was about an hour and a half that was unbearable, this is the hour and a half I'm talking about.
They finally get the stupid thing in about 11:15. Sweet relief. Of course, it wears off about 20 minutes later. Which makes no sense at the time. Shirley's supposed to have to shut it off for me to push. She comes to check and calls Dr. S to come check. I'm allowed to start pushing. We kick my parents out and Dr. S goes back to wherever. I push maybe three contractions worth. Her head is crowning. G is told to look at all that hair!
Then Shirley tells me to STOP pushing. I have to wait for Dr. S to come back. Lucky for him, he's just at the nurses station eating a sandwich. (By the way, since it's surgery day, Lisa's trapped at the office.) I push maybe three more contractions worth and there's this gorgeous little baby on the table, screaming her little head off.
Gary cuts her cord. Gary and I are both crying. They lay her on my chest and I fall in love. They take her to the warmer and do the newborn stuff to her. Gary goes to get my parents. We're all in love now.
So, that's the story of Annie's birth.
I'll try to get this in as fast as I can -- baby doesn't stay asleep for too long and my niece is about to get home from school.
Had bio-profile on April 28th in the am. I hadn't had any food since 5pm the day before and drank like a gallon water before going in.
The score was bad. She has low fluid of about 9 when it should have been twelve and it was her nap time so she didn't move around enough in the 30 minutes to make these people happy so they called my MW immediately so that she would send me for an induction.
The MW made arrangements at the hospital for me and got in touch w/a doc that would take care of me. (I knew him well as he has taken care of all of my friends babies and my sis in law.)
He was NOT HAPPY that I was 42 weeks and instructed me to go to L&D right away for an induction. I stopped at Taco Bell and had 3 soft tacos before going in. I had no idea they wouldn't let me eat or drink anything.
I got there at 6pm and they started the induction at 10pm w/cervidel. I don't care that some people say you dont' feel anything w/that. I thought it felt like someone was pouring drano down the wrong pipe.
I had to lay there like that for 12 hours as I was still at 2cm's dialated. I started having stronger contractions throughout the night but no progress.
At 10:30am they cut off my fluid intake and now all I could have was ice. They broke my water and let me tell you I though someone was ripping out my insides. Apparently my cervix was very posterior and this guy's hands are so huge he couldn't fit his fingers in there along w/the darned stick to break the water. It took him like 15 minutes and 3 nurses to hold me down cause I thought I was going to die from the pain.
At two pm they started w/pit. My contractions were horrible at that point. I could bearly breathe through them yet there was still no progress. They only turned it up to six. At around 3:30 I started having double peaking contractions. It would start at the peak, dissapear all together then start up as a very hard contraction immediately. The nurse was concerned cause they couldn't really gauge the contractions through the external monitor and they wanted to put in an internal monitor.
They said this doesn't feel like anything. They tried 3 times and then stopped when I just couldn't take it anymore. They could barely get it in there and I was screaming bloody murder at that point w/the pain of it all. This was much worse than the stupid breaking of the waters.
Finally I refused it and told them to keep the effin pit at 6 and leave me alone. They did. My mother was freaking out and trying to get the doctor to knock me out w/some drugs and give me a c-section. I refused so long as the baby was okay and she was fine at that point so there was no need.
My fluid had been totally clear when they broke the water. My doula was there which was a great help in talking w/the doc and nurses about my wishes.
At 5:30 or so my midwife got there (she had been making arrangements for her child before) and she disconected me from the monitors and let me move around to sit on the toilet. This was MUCH BETTER! She told me it was okay to scream and showed me how I should do it so that it was productive. I guess she was right cause about 4 contractions later I had a really disgusting type of discharge coming out of me w/lots of blood.
The nurse checked me and I was at 3.5cm's! YAY!
I agreed to have half a dose of stadol in my IV at this point since the pain was so terrible. The nurse thought it would be good for me to have a break since it seemed we would be like this until am. I loved my nurse, she was a MW in England for 12 years before coming to the US and also knew how important it was for me to have this baby naturally.
It only lasted about 20 minutes but didn't do crap for the pain, just made me feel like I had too much wine.
At 7pm the contractions were relentless and I had only dialated to 4cm's -- The doc was talking about a c-section right then so the nurse suggested I get an epidural as it actually might help dialate me. She thought I was fighting against my body by tensing up. She convinced me by telling me I would have to get one later anyways since the doc won't give me a general to have a c-section.
They gave it to me around 7:30pm. It hurt like hell -- more than my contractions IMHO -- and all it did was take the edge off which was good cause I could still feel all my contractions but they weren't making me cry and scream anymore. I could breathe myself through them. They put in the cath and that hurt too -- quite a bit especially since I wasn't expecting to feel anything at all.
At 8:15pm the babies heart rate started to drop to 70's -- NOT GOOD!
We all freaked out. The epi wore off all the way (nerves maybe?) and I screamed for the nurse to get the internal monitor for the baby asap since the external kept moving around.
She did and once she went to put it in there were like 10 people in my room! She checked me and couldnt' believe it, I was fully dialated!
It was time to push even if I didn't want to yet -- according to the nurse.
I did and the heart rate would go back up w/ever push. She knew it was a cord around the neck. Baby kept bouncing back up!
The doc got there about 9:30ish -- just in time to catch baby. The urge to push really helped make it all more effective. I got to feel my baby coming out! She turned on her way -- the doc cut me all the way down to my butt and it hurt like hell but at that point I just wanted baby to be okay and didn't really care much to argue about it.
He cut the cord as soon as the head was out but didn't suction her which I found weird and pissed me off. He took his time handing her over and it was obvious she wasn't breathing yet although she was awake -- looked straight at me and I was SO SCARED that it would be the first and last time I would see her looking at me.
I found out later the cord had been wrapped around her neck -- and then 3 times around her face. So if he pulled on the top he would strangle her.
He said it tightened a lot when she came out and was afraid it might have caused permanent damadge. Thankfully it didn't.
My placenta was intact and looked healthy. My cord was VERY LONG. It became unclipped and blood went everywhere. The doc curse and just handed it over to the nurse. She was holding it up like a friken hose trying to get it into something and blood was going everywhere. This is funny now that everything is okay.
The NICU people worked on her and it seemed like ages before she actually cried. I was freaking out and asked the doctor what the hell was taking him so long to sew me up, I asked "What the hell are you doing, quilting?" and he just kept trying to argue w/my midwife the whole time.
I wanted to get up and see to my baby!
I was upset by his attitude towards my pregnancy and my care during pregnancy which I thought was just wonderful. He might be one of the best doctors in his field but he was a real jerk.
Sorry if this sounds awful and depressing -- it really isn't because once the baby responded she was doing wonderfully. Didn't require any special treatment or anything -- and in the end I got what I wanted. A fairly natural childbirth experience and a healthy baby!
Her stats where :
Apgar: 4 and 9
DOB: April 29th, 2005
Length: 19 1/2 inches
Head: 13 1/2
Weigh: 6lbs 9oz
On her 2nd day she became very jaundiced but she is okay now. A couple of nights on the light and under my skylight along w/lots of food took care of that problem quickly.
Now she sleeps, eats and craps all day and night -- she is not a fussy baby. I am very happy everything has gone so well and I hope it just gets better. I didn't have any post partum issues the first week at all. My bleeding was almost gone the 2nd day and started up a lot harder 7 days later. I think it's the breastfeeding -- once my milk became more abundant so did my bleeding.
In general I think that the induction made this experience worse than it should have been but at the same time I think one day of horrible pain is worth being able to look into your babies eyes.
Okay, I am finally getting around to adding my story. We have had a very busy week recovering from the section, getting used to the baby and dealing with all the housegeusts we have had.
I was scheduled to me induced on Monday May 2nd. My water broke at 2:30 am on Sunday May 1st. I knew what is was right away because I heard a pop. Woke DH up, we had showers and headed to the hospital (they wanted to see me since I was 41 weeks).
They hooked me up to the monitors and watched the baby for 30 mins. She wasn't moving enough so the decided to admit me. DH got me settled and went home to get my mom.
Contractions strarted up at 5am and by the time DH and mom got back (6am) they were about 10 min apart and I was just coping. By 8 am they were 5 minutes apart. At 10am they checked me and I was 3 cm. At that point I decided I really wanted the epidural. I got it at 11am. Didn't like the doctor who put it in. He was cranky and had not bedside manner but all the pain went away so I was happy.
At lunch they let me have a slice of toast which didn't stay down. DH amd mom spent the afternoon watching the contractions on the monitor and giving me a play by play of them. I phoned a few friends and chatted and slept. At 6pm I was 9 cm and at 8pm I we started pushing. I was really excited that things were moving so quickly. Then we found ot the baby was facing the wrong was (oci-posterior I think ) . The had me push on my side to try to turn the baby. I guess it's really hard to push out a baby that way. I pushed and pushed and pushed and nothing really happened. They turned of the epidural to help me push...they gave me pitocin to make the contractios stronger...they turned on the epidural back on so they could try to manually turn the head while I pushed...
At around 10:30 the doctor said we could try to use the vacuum to rotate the baby but that there was a good chance the baby wouldn't fit through the pelvis even if we got the head turned. The doctor said we could go striaght to a c-section if we wanted. It's really hard to think when you are presented with a choice like that. We decided to go stright to the section (I was jsut too tired at that point).
I headed into the OR at 11pm and they started to refreeze me (with the epidural). The doctor who put it in in the morning was back and just as cold. The epidural didn't take this time. The cathider must have shifted while I was pushing...they could freeze my legs but not my middle. Eventually they decided to give me general ansethic (I was so relieved- I was worried they would decide it was all in my head and start the section).
I'm not sure when I woke up but I remember my DH walking into the OR with a baby in his arms. That was amazing. He then sent the baby back to my mom so he could stay with me - I was very groggy and shivering like mad becuase of all the epidural drugs they pumped into me before they gave up. It took over 14 hrs for my legs to thaw out (from the epi). DH was amazing. He is great with the baby and took care of everything.
So Elizabeth (Libby) Ruth was born at 11:50 pm on May 1st. Very happy and healthy. The doctor took some pictures of her when she first came out since I was asleep and DH was in the hallway. They they carried her out to DH (within minutes). She was 7 lbs exactly and 20.5 inches. I have no regrets about being put to sleep, it gave DH time to bond with the baby and feel like and improtant part of the process. Oddly he got the id bracelet that said mother and I got the one that said father (must have been all the confusion).
Jaxen Cole's birth story~
I'd been having cramping for weeks, but on Tuesday I was really getting uncomfy.
After dinner on tues. Michael insisted we go get checked out, we took the kids with us.
When I got to the hospital I was 2cm, 40 effaced, same as on Mon. at my OB appt. but I was having reg. ctx, so they had me walk around for an hour,and get re-checked.
After the hour, I was 2 cm, but fully effaced. These ctx where the stongest I had ever felt, I was in so much pain! So they had me walk more, after another hour I was 3 cm. My OB ammitted me!
We called my SIL to come get the kids, she got there at 11:30p.m., the kids had been at the hospital since 7.pm, they were so good.
Izabelle started crying when she had to leave me, it broke my heart!
When we got back to the room, we talked about getting the Epi. This was my most painfull labor! After I got the Epi, I had a huge "window" where the epi didnt work! I have never had that happen before!
I also had started to run a fever, even thought I had iv antibiotics.
I stayed at 3 cm all night long, even though my ctx where super strong,and reg. Finally my OB came and broke my water,at 9 a.m,and things went super fast after that.
At one point the nurse left the room,and I told Michael get her back in here I need to push! I felt like I couldnt stop from pushing!
She had called my OB, to come catch the baby.
I pushed for about 10 mins and out Jaxen came! I had a med. size tear, b/c he came out pretty fast. He was born at 11:33 a.m, weighing 7 pounds 14 oz, 20 insches long. He was 3 weeks early.
I held him for a few mins right away,and then The nurse, said he was grunting,and she had to take him to the nursery.
A while later, they came and told us that he wasnet breathing well,and they had to do tests,and a chest x-ray. He need to be in oxgyen,and had an i.v,and lots of wires on him.
He had to stay in the NICU, where I stayed by his side.
By Thus. night, they started weaning him off the oxygen,and iv's. I still couldnt bf him though, b/c they needed to watch his sats while he was eating.
On friday, he was off everything,and ready to go home!
He is such a awesome addtion to our family!
On Wednesday, April 27 I was up from about 5 am on with period-like cramping. I had an appointment for an ultrasound and my 41 week visit later that afternoon. All day I had backache-type pains which came and went and I thought might be contractions, although they were very different from what I expected.
At the ultrasound we found out that my back pains were from the baby being sunny-side up (can’t remember if it’s anterior or posterior). The doctor said I was 2.5 cm dialated and 90% effaced. He said he’d induce me the following Tuesday if I didn’t go before, but that he was pretty sure I would.
The back pains got more intense and more regular the rest of the day. My parents were in town for the week and we all went out to dinner, and I had to grab the table a few times to get through them.
That night I tried to rest in bed through the contractions, but that wasn’t in the cards. I was in agony! My mom stayed up with me for a couple of hours, then DH came down and relieved her. I couldn’t even stand to have anyone touch me. We weren’t supposed to call the dr till the contractions were 5 minutes apart, and they stayed 6-7 forever! Looking back, I should have called a lot sooner, I was in so much pain.
Finally, around 4 we called the dr and had to have him paged 3 times (waited 20 minutes between calling each time). That was the worst part. It turns out he was in the middle of a delivery. Finally we couldn’t wait any more and just started getting ready to go anyway. He called back and told me to come in. So we drove in at 5 am which was the longest 5 miles of my life. I was screaming at DH during the contractions, even though he was right next to me and could have heard me just fine in a normal voice.
So we got to the hospital and they checked me – I was at 5 cm and nearly 100% dialated. They called for the epidural right away, so I only had to endure a few more contractions. DH hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in a long time, and he passed out while they were inserting the epidural. Poor guy! Then we waited for nearly 10 hours before anything else happened. I was happy as a clam, since I had a fantastic epidural and couldn’t feel a thing. DH and I just hung out in the room the entire time. We didn’t even turn on the TV. I was just exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep at all. The nurses and resident and med student were just in and out all day.
Finally, I was stuck at 8 cm for hours, so they started Pitocin to get me fully dialated so we could get going. That worked after a while, so I started pushing at 2:50 pm. For 2 ½ hours I pushed. After 2 hours they said they could get the baby out using suction, and I said no, I’d try a little longer. After 10 more minutes I said yeah, use the suction. I was getting tired, and wasn’t as effective any more. It turned out later that the suction failed and they used forceps! Apparently my doctor is the only one who practices at that hospital who still does forceps deliveries. I had no idea this was all going on, but later on my DH said the forceps were huge! Glad I didn’t see them. It turns out if they hadn’t used the forceps I would have had a c-section. I had no idea any of this at the time. It also turns out I had a huge episiotomy and small tear and I had to get 15 stitches.
So they get the baby out and they had told my husband he could announce whether it was a girl or a boy. We had also been talking about names with the nurses (Avery Veronica for a girl, Henry Asher for a boy). So when the baby came out and they told DH to announce it, he said “It’s a Henry!” I thought that was cute.
So little Henry Asher was born on April 28 at 5:26 pm. 8 lbs even, 21.25” (although he’s since shrunk, I think because he had a HUGE cone head b/c of the forceps). His Apgar scores were 8 and 9.
Well, it was Monday morning 2:30AM that I felt my first real contraction. I stayed in bed and tried to sleep but got too excited. I took a shower to see if that would make them go away and kept coming every 20 minutes until like 6AM I call into work and say I think I'm having contractions. Then by mid morning they stop. No way! I had been doing everything to bring them on so I wasn't about to give in so I went for a 3 mile walk with both my dogs drank a bunch of the raspberry leaf tea and well they started up again every 20 minutes again, Dh got home from work that night and they started to get more regular and closer together. I was GBS positive so my doctor said to come in when they're 7min apart to do antibiotics. So finally at like 11PM they get regular at 7min. We call the doctor she says to go in.
Well we go in the nurse checks me and I'm at a 1 a fricking 1! So they say lets give it a couple hours and check you again. So I'm trying to walk and I get tired so they put me on the monitors which were the worst becuase I couldn't really handle the contractions well just laying there. I tried the birthing ball but that really didn't help much so 2 hours later they check me I'm at a f*cking 1 still, WTF! So they call the doctor she says induce and I say no way if I can't get some drugs. So they suggest a sleeping pill. I take it and guess what it knocked DH fast asleep even though he didn't take it and I just layed there in agony. After being away for 24hrs I started to get a little cranky. The nurse comes back in and suggets the bath, I'm all over it! So I sit in the bath until 7AM in which they check me and I'm almost at a 2, whoopie!
My doctor comes in at 7:30AM and breaks my water and says she'll be back at 10 to see how I'm doing. We 10 rolls around and she's stuck in the office so the nurse checks me I"m at a 4 the magical 4 I had been waiting for. So I agree to be induced because they can give me the epidural. So they get that going and start the induction. I had already done the antibiotics when they broke my water. Anyways something magical happened. The drugs kicked in and I slept!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I slept from 10:30AM until 1PM in which I woke up to my mom and my good friend Heather in the room. It was weird because I slept so hard I didn't even realize I had slept or for how long. My mom caught a 7AM flight from Chicago stand by and Heather picked her up. So she made it just in time because the nurse comes in and checks me and says OK you're at a 10 you can start pushing, HELLO I've been awake for 5 minutes it was soooooooooooo weird.
Oh forgot tomention that my doctor was leaving on vacation this day at 1:30, it was 1 when they said I could start pushing. So I'm in such a daze and I just do what they say and push when they say push. I finally feel like I have to poop and all of a sudden I hear from behind the curtain my doctor yelling "I'M HEAR CHRISTINE" She scrubs up runs over I push and there is a head, is that the strangest thing to just look down and see this head I couldn't believe it. Well the cord is around her neck so my doctor cuts it and I push one more time and she was out. She was healthy. Well anyways my doctor is like maybe I'll have the other doctor deliver the placenta but I delivered that in no time and had to have some stitches so she stitched me up. I gave her a hug and off she went for her vacation at 1:35PM. Crazy!
Anyways Julia Rose was born at 1:26PM May 3 2005 she was 7pounds 7ounces and 20.25 inches.
Friday night, March 25th, Seth suggested that we go see a movie together since it might be the last night we are alone. So, we went to see a movie and came home. Earlier in the day we had bought a bottle of castor oil so when I got home I made a castor oil milkshake with vanilla ice cream, castor oil, and orange juice. I drank that down pretty fast and it actually wasn’t as gross as it sounds. I was tired out so we went to bed around 10:30. I woke up at 1:30 a.m. having contractions that wouldn’t let me go back to sleep. I started timing them…..they were 5 min apart. I waited for an hour and a half before having the midwife paged. By the time she called me back they were 4 min apart and really strong. She suggested that I not come in yet because the first stage of labor, especially with your first child, can last a long time. So I sat at my computer then started getting things ready to go. I knew this was it. I called the midwife back when the pain was getting unbearable. She told me to come in. We got to the hospital at 6 a.m. Saturday morning. When the midwife checked me I was only 1 ½ and 80% effaced. They were talking about sending me home!! They unhooked me from the monitors just as my mom and sister got there and told me to walk and see if that helped to move things along. I was three steps down the hall when my water broke all over the floor! I wasn’t going anywhere but back in the room!! I was having really intense contractions that I couldn’t even talk through. I kept asking for pain relief but they said I wasn’t far enough dilated for that. I asked them to check me and they kept saying that someone would be in to check but nobody ever came. My contractions were so hard that I was having a hard time with my breathing. I finally just started screaming but still nobody came. I sent my mom out to tell them I had to push. That got their attention. A nurse came in and checked me and said she felt the head and that I was ready to go. All of the sudden there were nurses and midwives everywhere getting set up. I was terrified! I had planned on doing this with an epidural! I asked for one again as they were getting ready for me to push and they told me there wasn’t time of course! Seth held one leg and my mom held the other and I started pushing. Once the babies head was half way out they told me to stop to let my skin stretch out. That was the hardest part but I’m glad I did it because I didn’t tear at all. Within 10 minutes Lily Simone had come into the world. She was born at 12:04 pm on March 26th weighing 7 lb. 8 oz and measured 20 in long. This was truly the most amazing miraculous day of my life.
The doctor had scheduled me for an ultrasound at 8am on Tuesday April 19, 2005. She was concerned with the size of the baby. The baby had been measuring 2 weeks ahead through most of my pregnancy, then at 38 weeks, 3 weeks ahead. The ultrasound technician measured the baby 3 times and every time it came up 10 pounds 11 ounces (she was quite shocked!). The ultrasound also showed that my amniotic fluid was low. The technician then went to find out if they wanted me to get admitted or if my doctor, Dr. Terri McEndree, wanted to see me first. While she was gone, I realized that I had Brig’s car seat in my truck and Tom didn’t have a seat in his car for him. So I had to run home first before getting admitted. I went home, then found out that my doctor wanted to see me in her office. We went there and she told me that I had a choice of either being induced or having a cesarean section. She was alarmed at the size of the baby, but was also concerned that my fluid was low. We talked about it and decided that the best way to go was to have a c-section. She called the hospital and they could get me into the operating room later that afternoon/early evening. She told me to go home and get my bags together and be back at the hospital around 4-5 pm. Tom, Brig and I went back home, got everything around and relaxed for awhile. The phone rang around 3:00, it was Dr. McEndree’s office. The hospital had called her wondering where I was. There was confusion between my doctor and the hospital about what time I was supposed to be there to get prepped for surgery. They then told me to get there as soon as I could.
We got to the hospital around 3:30 pm. We didn’t have anyone to watch Brig, so Tom stayed in the waiting room with him. We gave him a gift when we got there in hopes to make him feel more relaxed. We might have been able to find someone to watch him, but since Tom doesn’t do well in hospitals, he was better off not going in. I didn’t want him passing out or anything on me! They took me to my room to get me prepped. They took off my jewelry, changed my clothes, took out my contacts, gave me an IV, took blood, hooked me up to heart monitors for myself and the baby, put in a catheter….now I was really getting scared. We walked to the operating room and they had me sit on the table. I then got a spinal. I wasn’t too afraid of it, since I had an epidural with Brig. I was waiting for them to start, when I felt my back being wiped down and I about jumped off the table….the anesthesiologist was busy talking to the nurse and forgot to warn me that he was going to do that. I was so cold that it startled me! He apologized and then made sure that he kept me informed of what he was going to do next. As soon as he was done giving me the spinal, they immediately helped me lie down on the table. My legs were getting tingly and starting to get hot (which meant that it was working). They had to get me down quickly before I lost the feeling in my legs. A sheet was placed from my chest and went up, to I couldn’t see what was going on. My arms were then tied down, to prevent me from having a reflex towards my stomach while they were operating on me. I was so scared that I had tears in my eyes. The only other time I had ever been in the hospital was to have Brig. As soon as they started, I felt sick. I told the anesthesiologist and the next thing I knew I vomited. He managed to help me and keep me clean, especially since I couldn’t move except to roll my head. The queasy feeling passed and I felt so much better. I felt tugging and cramping in my abdomen as they worked to get the baby out. It didn’t hurt, but it was an uncomfortable feeling. One of the nurses held my hand through most of the surgery. She was such a sweetheart and I was so happy that she was there to give me support. Then at 6:15 pm, Dr. McEndree announced that it was a boy! All the doctors and nurses in the room were gushing over how big and adorable he was. They passed him off to the pediatrician to be checked out and cleaned up. He was screaming so loud. Dr. McEndree then leaned over the sheet, told me that I make beautiful babies and wanted to know if I was really done having babies or if I wanted to change my mind and try for a girl I laughed and told her no way…I was done! She told me that he was gorgeous. The pediatrician and nurse were then going to take him to weigh and measure him. The nurse brought him over for me to see him first. He had been screaming the entire time they were checking him. I gave him a kiss and told him that I loved him. He immediately stopped screaming when he heard my voice and I didn’t hear a peep out of him as they took him out of the room. That was all he needed, was to hear Mommy’s voice. I cried, he was beautiful. I so badly wanted to hold him, but knew I would see him soon. The doctors then started to work at giving me a tubal ligation. Tom and I had talked long and hard about whether or not we wanted more children, but decided that we were done. Going through this part of it was harder on me then the actual c-section. I was beginning to think maybe the spinal was wearing off, it hurt so bad. The anesthesiologist was wonderful at making me feel better. He kept telling me how great I was doing and they would be done soon. I started to cry. Between the pain and all the emotions that I was feeling, I couldn’t help it. At that moment I felt so alone. I so badly wished that Tom was in there with me. I laid there for what seemed like forever. During that time, a nurse came in and was going on and on about how gorgeous the baby was and how much he looked like his big brother. I couldn’t help but smile behind all my tears. I asked her how big he was and she didn’t even know. She went and found out for us, because everyone else was curious also. She came back and said that he was 9 pounds 9 ounces and 22 inches long. One big boy! The doctors finally finished up around 7:30 pm.
What an exhausting and emotional day. But our beautiful, healthy, baby boy was finally with us and we are so happy about that.
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I had been having labor on and off for weeks. The Monday before I was due,I had started to get really swollen and have headaches. On Tues,I went to have my BP checked,it was high so they admited me to hospital for bloodwork and NST. Everything came out fine so we headed home.
On Thurs April 21,I had a regular checkup. I was still very swollen. My BP was very high,protein in my urine,hyperreflexes. I was developing preeclampsia,so doctor decided to induce that day at 1:00p.m.
Chaos ensued trying to get DH home from work and get in laws to our house to watch kids. They started cervidil at 1:00p.m.. It was a long day and night. Contractions never got real strong or consistent. They gave me a sleeping pill at 11:00p.m. and planned on pitocin in the morning.
Doctor came in at 9:00a.m. and checked me. I was 3cm,50%. She broke my water and the pitocin was started at 9:30a.m. Around 10:00 I was starting to feel them. By 10:30,the pain was unbearable.Contractions were every 2min,lasting 60 sec. The nurse kept checking me,but,I( wasn't changing. At 11:30a.m.,I was begging for the spinal. Doc didn't want to give it because I wasn't progressing but the nurse pushed for it and I received it at 12:30p.m. I fell asleep for an hour and at 1:30 the nurse checked me and the babies head was literally right there. The doctor got there and with 2 pushes that I honestley didn't feel,she was out.
We were so happy to see Reegan was a girl. We didn't know what we were having,but,we were both hoping for a girl.
Reegan had a "true knot" in her cord and it was truly a miracle that she was fine. I hemmoraghed a bit,but,I was already hooked up to the pitocin so they managed to get it under control very fast.
This was my 4th birth. It is so amazing and special each time.
born on Friday April 22,2005 at 1:52 p.m.
7lbs 2oz 19 1/2 in.
Matthew Ray arrived at 12:53am via emergency c-section. He weighed 6lbs. 6ozs. and was 19 1/2 inches long.
I had a dr. appt on Friday Apr. 29th for my weekly check. My blood pressure was high and I knew something was up because the nurse asked if I felt alright. The dr. came in and talked with me about how things were and then said they were going to recheck my blood pressure in a few minutes. The nurse rechecked it after 15 or so minutes and it was even higher. They put me on the NST machine to check the baby and make sure he was ok. After about 30 minutes the dr. came back and said he looked fine but he was concerned about my blood pressure. He then gave me the option to come back on Monday and be checked again or be inducted that night. I decided it would be best to go ahead and be induced.
We arrived at the hospital around 7pm and they got me admitted and a million questions answered. The dr. came in around 8:15 and inserted the cytotec to soften my cervix. I started feeling alot of pressure and began to have small contractions. Around 9:30 Matthew's heartrate dropped for a few minutes and went back up. DH had to run home and get some papers he had forgotten. The nurse came in around 10:00 to fill out some more paperwork and his heart rate dropped again while she was in there and I had to have oxygen. My blood pressure continued to be high and I had to lay on my side. The nurse called the dr. in and he thought it was possibly me that was having a few problems. They went ahead and put a lead on his head to make sure. Matthew's heartrate kept fluctuating and around 11:30 my DH got back to the hospital. At midnight the dr. came back and checked on me. I was having a lot stronger contractions and instead of giving me more cytotec we decided to start pitocin. Matthew decided after about 10-20 minutes of the pit drip that he didn't like it and he wasn't going to cooperate any longer. His heart rate dropped again and stayed down for a bit. The dr. came in and checked me and I was only dilated to 4cm and they weren't sure what was wrong with him. We decided at that time he needed to be delivered so they rolled me to the OR. His heart rate picked back up and I got an epi and they started the c-section at 12:45. DH didn't get to be in the room for delivery because they forgot him outside be he came in right after Matthew was delivered. I was stiched up and they brought him to me before going to the nursery. I got to see him again in recovery. Not what I had expected, but in the end I got a healthy baby boy.
Hi everybody, thought it was finally time I post my birth story from April '05. Owen Michael was born April 28th, 2005 at 7:02 pm. He weighed 7lbs.5ozs. and was 20 inches long. I add some pictures when I get them off my brother's computer, which is what we were using at the time. It's cut and pasted from a somewhat longer version on my current birth board May '07.
My prenatal care went great and at my 39 week appointment I was 3 cm dilated and 100% effaced. I had been slowly progressing for about three weeks so I agreed to go for a scheduled induction. I was horribly uncomfortable by then and ready for a baby. I went in at 8 in the morning and the doc broke my water, gave me a small dose of cytotec orally and had me go walk around outside for an hour. We did this twice (cytotec, walking). Next we decided to check in next door. There were about 8 of us actually with friends and family members. Not much was happening so we decided to walk a couple blocks and go to lunch at Blimpie. About an hour after we got back, my contractions got a little painful and very regular. So that's when we started to pay attention to them, it was about 1:00pm. By this time my nurse had suggested pitocin twice and I had said no, twice. I spent the next few hours laughing and talking through contrax and when they got more painful I tried out the tub for a while. I was checked at about 4:00 and was found to be 6 cm. I thought I had a long time to go still. At six o'clock I started to feel REALLY bad. All I could do was lay on my side and breath through the pain. I could not talk and the last thing I wanted to do was move. This is when I started considering being transferred to the hospital so I could get an epi. I never said it out loud but I thought about it. But I just told myself to get through one at a time. Then the nurse made me move to a different position and that really did help. Just moving around was the best thing that I could do to deal with the pain. It turns out that what I was experiencing was transition. I should have know but all I thought was....is it going to get worse?!
Half an hour later I was ready to push. My nurse (who acted much more like a doula than any nurse) told me that I still had a bit of cervix left and to try not to push. HA! There was no stopping me, I HAD to start pushing. So she had me do a couple practice pushing to see how I would do. After that she called the doctor and said you'd better get over here now. Pushing was such a relief for me because I could no longer feel the pain of the contractions. It was just REALLY hard work. I was semi-reclined and had lots of people coaching me to count for ten seconds and take a quick breath in between. When he was just about ready to come out, the nurse checked his heartbeat and it was dangerously low (I think about 50bpm) I looked at her in panic and she just said "It's gonna be okay, let's get this baby out" I really needed her encouragement right then. I pushed for 30 minutes total and my baby boy was out. His head came out fine but his shoulders came out very quickly and I tore pretty badly. I had no idea though because I didn't feel a thing. They put baby right on my chest and wiped him off there. I will always remember my first thought: "That's not mine, it can't be!" It was 7:02pm.
He was too beautiful, I just couldn't believe he was really mine. It was very surreal. I had to ask the doctor after a few minutes "is it all out?" Yes, he said. That was when the pain set in. They wrapped the baby and passed him around while I was being stitched up. The endorphins were gone and I was shaking with the pain. The doc didn't give me quite enough lydocaine and that last stitch I felt completely and even told him "that's enough, no more."
They finally gave me a horse-pill sized ibuprofen and that helped after a few minutes. I was still completely thrilled with my new boy and holding him the whole time. I got many visitors then (probably 20.) I didn't mind, I wanted to show off my new boy. Half of them came while I was breastfeeding for the first time. Most of them were DH's friends and I had no modesty. I didn't care and I guess DH didn't either.
Soon after, everyone had gone home but my two best friends who had been my support team through labor. I got in the tub and it felt so good. the three of us sat in the bathroom and went through the whole thing again. It's one of my favorite parts of my birth. After a while everyone was gone and the nurse gave us the last of our parenting paperwork and a few last pointers and we went home at about midnight.