Here is mine.. I was going to wait to tell all of you this but I decided to go ahead and do it.
We went in at 10:30 for a 12:30 section. When I got there my b/p was 155/101 and was not going down. They freaked. Finally after some fluid from the IV and a LOT of laying on my left side it came down some but not all the way. They got me all preped and off we went. My mom was also able to go in there. We go in and the get me ready for the spinal. For some reason this time it hurt really bad. It took him about 10 minutes to finally get it done. so they layed me down and started. The dr pinched my tummy to see if I was numb and I felt it a little but just passed it off as "pressure". It seemed like it took forever for them to get to JD. They got to the uterus and cut through that and the my water broke and it shot up in the air. (my mom said that it was quite funny) he was so big that they had to get the vacumm extraction out just to get his head out. I felt his head come out and then I could see that dr that was assisting him standing on a stool pushing as HARD as she could down on my belly trying to get him out. Finally I felt a huge relief and I could tell he was out. He gave it a really good cry. They showed me to him and said "awhhh he has red hair" I was like "WHAT?!?!" it was kinda shocking. (later after they washed his hair the figured out it was really blonde just looked red from all of the blood) he was perfect. Shortly after that I started to feel pain not the "pressure" from before. It was horrible. On the left side I could feel everything. I could tell that my uterus was outside of my stomach and I could feel it go back in. They almost didnt get it back in. It was pretty scary. I could feel the stitches and then I could feel the staples on the outside. So I pretty much felt everything on the left side of my tummy. I was about to go nuts. The dr gave me meds 3 times to try and get rid of the pain and it never went away. It was horrible. I bled quite a bit so they couldnt do stitches and I ended up with a drain. I finally got that out on the last day. Monday I go to get the staples out.
JD was and still is perfect. His blood sugar was a little low so he had to have some sugar water but that was it.
He was 9lbs 4 oz and 20 inches long.
Ok here it goes.....
I was having contractions all day on July 27th but I didn't say anything to anyone. I just went about my day like nothing was going on. By about 8 pm they were getting uncomfortable but I still wasn't absolutely sure that it was real labour. So I told my dh and then I asked him to drive me out to Zellers so I could buy some eyeliner...lol Well then when we got home we all went to bed and even after I lied down the contractions continued so at about 10 pm I called L&D and they told me to come in.
My mom met us there so she could be with my boys. Well the nurse hooked me up and I was having lots of contractions ...little ones and then every 7 minutes a bigger one but I was only 3 cm dialated. The doctor came in and told me that I could go home and wait it out so they gave me a sleeping pill and we all went home. On the way home I knew we would be going back the same night. The examination really got things going. So the kids and dh went to bed and I toughed it out until 4 am. I went in our jacuzzi twice and when I couldn't stand it anymore I called L&D and they told me to come back. We went back and I was 7 cm dialated.
My sister just happened to be working also (nurse in ER) and her shift ended at 7 am so she came and stayed with us also. My dh and her both rubbed my back through every contraction. When I was almost fully dialated the doc came and broke my water and then I was ready to push. It took a while because there was still a little bit of a rim of my cervix not dialated. My sister was on one side of me and my dh was on the other helping me by holding a leg and one side of my back. I was a real suck.I told them I couldn't do it anymore and I begged for a c-section. I told them I was going to pass out and die. I can't believe what a suck I was because I didn't complain at all with my other two births. I guess it was because I was up all night and I was just pooped. There was a little bit of a scare because the baby's heartrate went up to 200. The doctor looked concerned. I was freaking out inside. So anyway, when the baby finally came out and was placed on my belly my mom brought in my two boys just as my dh was cutting the cord. They were so excited. I am just so glad that they were able to be a part of the whole thing. They are really adjusting well and are really helpful. I still can't believe that Isaac is really here. Life really is good right now. I am so happy!
Here is mine:
July 26, 2005 ( 38 weeks 4 days)
I woke up Tuesday morning a little down because I really had hoped I would be holding my little one by that point since that is when I had Jaidyn and Chase. Instead of letting myself get to down, I decided to go ahead and just get everything I had been wanting and needing to get done, done. So I cleaned the house top to bottom, cooked all meals throughout the day, played with the kids, did their rooms, all the laundry, etc. I even mowed the backyard with the riding mower.
I went to bed at 10 pm a little sore and tired, but feeling really good & knowing that I would make it to Thursdays appt.
July 27, 2005 - 38 weeks 5 days
Woke up at 2:30 a little sore. I had a couple contractions but nothing regular and nothing major. I laid back down and went to sleep again. Chase woke me up at 3 something when he came to bed and I just couldn't get comfortable, so I got up. I had a couple really hard contractions I had to breath through and actually stop walking during to get through. Still didn't think much of it though.
At 4:30 I updated here and had my first two regular contractions. 15 minutes apart. After I updated it was 20 minutes before I got another one. I just knew they would go away because they got further apart. So when I heard Bri's alarm go off I went and laid next to him in bed. We talked and laughed about such until 5:30.
I told him to go on to work and I would call if the contractions got worse. He took his time getting ready which was good because by 6 am they were 10 minutes apart and I started feeling sick. At 6:30 they were 5 minutes apart so he went over and took the kids to my sisters. I still kept thinking we should wait an hour. He insisted we go.
I remember in the car on the way to the hospital watching the clock and they became 3 minutes apart most of hte time (sometimes 5 minutes)but I felt way too comfortable inbetween them so I still wasn't convinced it was really it.
It was a little after 7 when we got to the hospital. I walked in, filled out a paper while Bri filled out another I needed to have done and then they took me to a little montoring room where they take people before they know if its a true or false labor. We talked with the nurse, I put on the gown thingy and crawled into the bed.
She checked me and said "uh oh. This isn't good" Bri and I looked at each other and both were like "what?". She said "your an 8-9 cm and we don't have any real rooms available"
So she left really quickly. They sent in another nurse to get some info from me right away and got some blood work done. I ended up feeling really sick and threw up in a pan thingy they gave me. Once I felt a little better they put me in the wheel chair and moved me to the birthing/rooming in room. I hadn't even gotten to the other end of the hall to the room when I got another contraction.
The doctor came in and I was 9. He broke my water (after asking if I wanted him to.) and they went to get everything ready and bring into the room for the baby and such.
I had about 4 really hard contractions and felt like I needed to go to the bathroom. Then I felt the burning feeling. I told Bri to go get the doctor and the baby was coming right then. He walked out and got the nurse and the doctor (who hadn't gone far knowing I was close close to having the baby). When they got in the nurse was like "Don't push" I was like "I can't not." And then I said she was coming. Sure enough 3 pushes later she was born!!
I had totally forgotten how nice it feels once that pressure is over when the baby comes out! lol
I didn't tear or anything, which was good. No problems with having the after birth or any of that. I was able to nurse her right away and she didn't leave my room until they needed to do some blood work on her later. She was gone for only 20 minutes the whole time. While she was gone I showered, dressed, etc. I felt better good!
So yep at 8:51 am July 27, 2005 Hailey Elizabeth was born. 7 lbs 11 oz and 21 inches long. She is perfect and wonderful and we love her to pieces!!
My sister brought the kids up that afternoon and they got to see her. Bri stayed the night at the hospital with us which nice (the kids stayed with my sister)
July 28, 2005 - 1 day old
I was okayed to leave first thing in the morning. The doctor told me how easy I made it look and how controlled I was during it all. The ped. came in and told me that one of Haileys blood test came back high meaning she could possibly have jaundice. So they checked her levels first thing and then they would again at 3. As long as they came back under 8 she could go home. If they were higher she would have to stay another night for treatments.
Her first results were 3.6 and her second was 3. something or another so at 4 pm we were released, which was great because after 3 hours of having all the kids in that hospital room I was more then ready to be home.
Married to: Brian
Mom of: Noah-10 Jaidyn -7 Chase-5 & Hailey- 3
This is really long, beware!
On Sunday afternoon, July 31st I started noticing I was having some contractions! Even though they didn't really hurt nor were they close enough, I was so excited since I never got to that point with Raegan, and didn't have any contractions with Keaton until 8 days late. This was 8 days early and I was having some, whoo hoo!
So they continued all night, getting slightly stronger but not too painful. They woke me up in the middle of the night and sleep was very restless, but again, not regular or super painful. Monday morning they'd slowed down but were more painful when they did come. Oh, I'd also had bloody show on Sunday night and lots more Monday.
By late afternoon I was convinced that true labor was just around the corner so I told Aaron that I wanted to walk and get it going. So we took the kids to the mall for dinner, and he watched the kids at the indoor playground and I speed walked around the mall. Ouch, it was painful but I kept going!
On our way home from the mall, my contractions really intensified and got 4 minutes apart consistently. Aaron and debated whether or not we should call his mom to stay with the kids as it was 9PM already, but then I had a few contractions 2 minutes apart and that settled it, we called my MIL and she was on her way! It takes about an hour to get to our house so in the meantime we put the kids to bed, packed a hospital bag, and we took showers too. Contractions stayed 4 minutes apart consistently.
It then dawned on me that I should probably call me doctor before we left for the hospital. This whole process was entirely new to me since we'd always been scheduled with the doc and hospital so I wasn't totally sure what to do, but I figured it out. Talked to the on-call doc, who I'd never even met, and she told me to head on in. MIL got there and we left. Contractions were still 4 minutes apart.
Got to the hospital where they checked me only to find out that I was STILL at the "almost 3" I'd been at my appointment 5 days earlier. I wanted to cry. They monitored my contractions for awhile and decided that they weren't consistent enough to admit me as they'd slowed down to 6 minutes apart and they wanted to see 2-3 mintues apart for them to consider it REAL labor. (nevermind that the hospital papers said to come when contractions are 4-6 minutes apart, and my doctor wanted me to go in when they were 7 mintues apart due to fast labors even when induced and this being my 3rd.)
I was really pissed off at this point as I KNEW I was in real labor and right when they took me off the monitor, my contractions went 2 mintues apart. I knew it was the dumb on-call lazy doctor that didn't think I was in real labor. We were given the option of going home or walking around for an hour to see if things would progress. Aaron and I did NOT want to go home so we decided to walk for an hour and boy was I grumpy about it! LOL
That hour was very painful but the contractions got closer and even more painful. After the hour was up they checked me again and HALLELUJAH I was 4cm dialated and the nurse said things were very different in my cervix. So they admitted us, yeah!
By this time it was so late, after 1AM Tuesday morning and we were exhausted, me especially since I was in labor (duh) and hadn't hardly slept the night before. I'd really wanted to have a drug free birth but I knew I needed some sleep otherwise I wouldn't have the strength to cope, so I asked for an epidural. Aaron laid down on the couch in my room and promptly fell asleep, so I was left alone to labor by myself as it took FOREVER for the anesthesiologist to come see me. I was so exhausted I was falling asleep inbetween contractions.
It was like that for about an hour or two and I dealt with it pretty well, considering my husband was SLEEPING and my labor nurse was a total *ITCH. She was nasty and unfeeling and uncaring. As I am in labor, she tells me, "You've been frowning since you got here, you need to smile more." I was shocked! So I told her, "Well, I am in labor and I am pretty tired, so while I am extremely happy to be in labor, it's kinda hard for me to smile when I've got all this tension in my forehead." I mean....DUH! I'm so sure that every laboring mother is all smiles! This was after 2 in the morning too! She said plenty of other pleasantries, but the other one I remember the best she said right after they put in my epidural but before it was working. I'd been laboring on my side and they had me lay on my back for something. While laying flat on my back I had another doozy of a contraction and it KILLED since I was in that position. So I'm in pain and said while contracting how much worse it hurt when I was on my back and answers "Nurse of the Year", "No it doesn't." Ummm...okay, I thought that *I* was the one feeling the contractions, but apparently not. I was so done with her at that point but wait, there's more!
By the time epidural man came I was dialated to a 6. BN (aka *ITCH NURSE) came in to check me and I was still at a 6 and apparently my contractions weren't very consistent. (Contractions never got consistent with Raegan or Keaton either but I managed to deliver them fine anyway!). So BN gets on the phone with the on-call doctor, whom I'd like to refer to as BD, (*ITCH DOCTOR) to let her know. This doc did not know me at all, we'd never met, she obviously didn't care about me or how I'd wanted the labor to go. I told BN repeatedly that if they broke my water that it would speed things up since they were all so freaking anxious. Did BN or BD care or listen??? No..... So I was sleeping and BN comes in talking on the phone. I woke up in time to hear her tell BD that she's starting me on Pit. I thought that I surely must've heard her wrongly, there is no way that they would just start Pitocin on me without my permission, right??? WRONG! Sure enough she starts me on Pitocin without even informing me, much less asking me and walks out with no explanation.
Aaron woke up right after that to find me bawling my eyes out. I was so upset, I swore I'd never have Pitocin after having it with Raegan, I just hated it so much and am against it for me. My doc knew how I felt and would NEVER have just forced it on me like that. I felt totally violated and like my labor and birth wishes had been jerked out of my hands just like that. I know it's silly but I really was upset...still am. I feel like the BD was being lazy by ordering Pitocin on me instead of #1 just letting my labor proceed on its own or #2 breaking my water which I was way more open to doing. Because then she would've had to come down to the hospital and do her job...not just hurry my labor up and then wait for the last minute to come and catch the baby so she could get paid. So anyway, I was extremely upset and feeling very defeated. I cried myself to sleep after that.
So then BN comes and checked me again and I was a 6/7 at about 5AM. She didn't check me after that and her shift ended at 7AM which was laziness I think but I'm glad because if I was complete there's no way I would want BD to deliver the baby.
My doctor arrived at 7:35 AM and I was so glad to see her! I didn't like her at first but after she quit bugging me about an induction I liked her a lot more. She'd heard about what happened with BD and felt really bad for me. I told her that I was feeling contractions again so she checked me and I was complete! YEAH! She had me give a practice push but made me stop because he was coming. So she had all the nurses bring everything in the room and broke down the bed. I pushed through about 1 1/2 contractions and Gavin was born at 7:45AM, just 10 mintues after the doc got there!
He came out screaming and just perfect! His Apgars were 9/9. My dr said that they don't give 10s where we live because of something to do with the high elevation but that he was the healthiest looking baby she remembers seeing! They put him on my chest and Aaron cut the cord. Then they took him to be weighed and he was 8lbs 14oz, one ounce bigger than Raegan was, and 20 1/2 inches. He is my biggest, shortest and earliest baby. He looks just like his sister Raegan with a little Keaton thrown in there but his coloring is totally different. His hair is very blonde.
So that is Gavin's birthstory! It did not go 100% as I'd wanted due to BN and BD....but he was born perfectly healthy and beautiful and that is what is most important.
Monday Aug 1st...I went to my scheduled 38 week appointment. My dr wanted to see me quick before he went out of town for a week. At the appointment the nurse took my initial blood pressure and it was fairly elevated. When the dr came in he took my bp and it was up even more. I told him that i had been having more frequent false labor...no biggie. He told me that i would be likely they would induce me the week that he returned. He had me lay down for a few mn and when he returned to recheck my blood pressure it was a little higher yet! He was like "well maybe we should just have the baby today, hehe" I laughed. We talked a little more and then he checked me. I was still at 2 cm. He left the room while i dressed and returned and said "How would you like to have the baby today?" I was shocked but said ok! He said good because i already called the hospital! After i left the clinic i made a few calls and went home. to grab a few things.
Ron and I arrived at the hospital at around 2pm cst. After being checked and admited they finally started the pitocin around 3:30ish. I didn't feel any contractions until around 8:00pm. They started to feel like really uncomfortable menstral cramps....no biggie, i was breathing through them. At 9:15ish the dr checked me and i was at three. Then the contractions started to get stronger....way way stronger....poof the deep breathing was gone, i was ready for my epidural. I guess during the contractions i said to Ron that i changed my mind and i wanted to just keep the baby inside and go home....he did fight the urge to laugh at that point! I asked to be checked again at about 10:45ish....and low and behold i was at 4!! Sweet its epidural time!! Once i got the epidural i was awesome, i thought that my contractions had stopped! I could still feel pressure but it wasn't painful. Once the epidural was in full effect, Dr broke my water at about 11:45pm. Everyone thought it was going to be a while so Ron and I took a snooze. Well.....at about 1:15am i felt the enormous about of pressure and i asked the nurse to check me...i was at 9!! sweet! by the time the dr came in, i was at 10 and ready to push! After 40 mn of pushing, and a final push that was so fast the Dr didn't even have time to put his gloves on! I tore a small amount.
Joespeh was born at 2:03 and when he was weighed everyone was very surprised that he was a 5lb 7oz peanut! He is very healthy!
Thats my story. I can't complain at all for a labor that only really was about 6 hours!
Born Tuesday 2nd August 9.01am
We were supposed to be going to the hospital on Wednesday 3rd August for the CSEC due to the flexed breech but it turns out Jayden had other ideas
Tuesday morning (2nd Aug) I woke up at about 4.30am with what I thought was trapped wind (got to love denial huh?) so I walked about a bit and it just got worse, coming in waves, so I had a bath and it wasn't until I was in the bath that it dawned on me that they might be contractions
Felt 'just a little stooopid' at that point...
I checked and realised they were lasting about 30-40 seconds and about 4/5 minutes apart roughly. I woke Kev up at 5.45 and said I was going to ring the hospital just in case and when I did they said to come in within the next hour or so.
Well the pains got steadily worse and I started growling at poor ol DH a bit and we got to the hospital at about 7.15am. By now they were 40 seconds and a couple of minutes apart. Got to the labour ward and they checked he was still breech 'uh... yes..' and there were various 'oh were'nt you coming in tomorrow moring?' LOL oops, sorry, i'll go home shall I?
They started prepping theatre with no real rush really, they gave me gas & air (GREAT stuff ) and at about 8.00am they checked me and I was 5cm dilated Then a couple of minutes later my waters broke and they checked and there was quite a bit of meconium in them and then it all started to happen very quickly. In between contractions I walked into the theatre and they explained exactly what would happen, they were all so friendly and nice, tryign to put me at ease, they they did the Spinal Block whcih didnt hurt that much, apart from anythign else I was still concentrating on the contractions and the gas'n'air to be too bothered about what was going on behind me
They got it in, then spend a while stabbing me with pins to check I felt numb ~ thats the most nerve wracking thing, thinking, if i get it wrong, then will i feel the caesar op? lol, anyway, they pulled up the screen once it was done, lots of pulling and shoving, DH was great, talking to me etc and then I heard a little cry and they whisked him onto that (scarily named I think! - Resusitaire YIKES lol) then asked me if i wanted dh to introduce our baby to me so he went over and he came back with him and said 'Its Jayden!'
They put him on my chest for a while while they stitched me up but i was feeling really sick from the spinal which they said was normal so DH held him where I could see, they cleaned him up a bit more while they were transfering me onto a normal bed then gave them to me and he latched on straight away while i was lying on my side!
He's got really dark blue eyes and blond hair which is a bit longer at the back (a bit of a mullet ) and a tiny lil mouth like me! I reckon he's got DH's nose, which is def a good thing , He's 6lbs6oz, no idea how long, they never told me... and his agpar was 8/9.
Thats our story ~ Thanks for listening
Mine has disappeared, so... (TMI warning!)
Friday, July 22nd
My first day of maternity leave.
While having dinner with my in-laws who were visiting from Tenn, I thought I was just having a lot of cm. When I got home at 9:30, turns out my pants were slightly damp in the crotch. Immediately freaked. Didn't want to say anything to Dh, since I felt no contractions whatsoever. Just ran around, cleaning maniacally and packing Jake's bag. (Something I meant to do the week I thought I would be off before he was born.) I was still leaking a little bit.
Dh announced at 11 pm that he was going to bed, so I finally told him what was going on. He stayed up with me. I took a shower since I wasn't sure when my next one would be.
Saturday, July 23rd
After posting here with what was going on, I called the hospital and they told me to come in. We decided that since it was so late, we wouldn't call anyone until we were sure this was the real thing. Got there about 12:30 am and was put in a bed in L&D triage. They hooked me up to all the monitors and checked me. My doc had said I was 2 cm at my appointment on Wednesday, but the nurse said I was a "loose 1." I guess just a difference in finger size. (My doc is a very small lady.) She told me I was having contractions, but I couldn't feel them. She swabbed me a couple times to see if I was leaking amniotic fluid, but it wasn't enough to have it register on the litmus paper stuff. She told me to go home and wait until I was either leaking more or having strong contractions. She said we'd probably be back in a day or 2. We got home about 3 am, stayed up for 1/2 hour (because we were both wired) then went to bed. We left the bags in the truck.
Dh put me under house arrest for the day, since we were both convinced that we would be headed back to the hospital very soon. As the day went on, I started leaking more (enough to warrant a new pad every couple hours). I was holding off on going back to the hospital, because even though I could feel some contractions, they were very weak and I didn't want to be sent home again. If I was going in, I wasn't leaving without a baby in my arms!
A friend of ours visiting from S. Florida came by to see us and as he was preparing to leave, I started having some pretty good strength contractions. I kept looking at the clock right behind him, and they were about 5 minutes apart. Strong enough that carrying on a conversation was difficult. But still I waited. They stayed 5 to 7 minutes apart and got a little stronger, so that I had to stop and lean against the wall until they passed. About 7 pm, I felt a small gush and almost ran the 10 ft to the bathroom. Now I was leaking pinkish fluid. Looking back, I should have told Dh right then to hop in the truck, but I waited. I was really scared of being sent home again.
By 8 pm, I went to tell Dh that I was going to lay down (I had been cleaning maniacally again) and if I was still having the contractions in an hour, we would go. I mentioned the pinkish fluid and he said we should go ahead and go to the hospital. We were back in L&D triage about 8:30 and not 10 minutes after we got there, they were packed. They had ladies in the waiting room because triage was full. They hooked me back up to the monitors, said I was still 1 cm and they would check me again in an hour. At 10:30, they finally said they would check me again (the poor girl was SO busy). She ducked out to get some gloves and the Hoover Dam finally let go. I'm surprised it didn't leak over the sides of the bed! That alone was enough to get me admitted, so Dh went to call everyone. My family came in about 15 minutes later (they live literally 3 minutes away) and Mom was annoyed with me for #1. not telling them about the false alarm the night before and #2. that I was only 1 cm dialated. Like I could do a whole lot about that!
Sunday, July 24
At 12:30 am, I was finally able to get into a room. They hooked me up to a saline drip and introduced me to my IV buddy. The floor was so busy, they only checked me every 2 or 3 hours. My family went home and said they'd come back in the morning. I dozed in between contractions, still about 5 minutes apart.
At 7am, the shift changed. My nurse introduced me as "my step-child" (since I had been neglected most of the night) to the day nurse that was taking over. She in turn introduced herself as the "Pitocin ****" and said that I was going to have my baby before her shift ended. They put me on pitocin, antibiotics (since my water had broken nearly 12 hours before), and glucose (since I hadn't eaten for almost 24 hours).
My family came back and stayed with us a while. The contractions picked up some, but by about 11 am I was only 3 cm so they upped the pitocin.
By noon, we kicked my family out (because I could not relax with all 7 of them there being loud) and gave me some Nubain. So much for my natural labor. It didn't get rid of the pain, but made it bareable. That made me dopey and I dozed for about an hour.
By 1 pm, the Nubain wasn't enough anymore and I asked for an epidural. I was proud of myself for going 17 hours before I asked for it. By 1:45 I was a much happier person.
Soon I was at 6 cm, by 2:45 I was 8cm, and at 3:45 I was ready to push.
I pushed for about 10 minutes before they called for the doctor. They set up a mirror for me, grabbed the camera from Dh, and called for the doctor again. I could see in the mirror where the nurse was literally holding him in. After one more call, the doctor finally arrived.
Jacob William was born at 4:44 pm on July 24, 2005. He weighed 7 lbs 6.3 oz and was 20.25 inches long. He immediately gave a very high pitched shriek, looked around and peed on the doctor. That's what she gets for being late.
They cleaned me up and Dh stayed with Jacob while he was being weighed and cleaned up. The nurse that was with me commented that she didn't think he had been out of physical contact with the baby for a minute. It was so cute!
It all started on Thursday Aug. 4th at 4:30pm. I had just taken an afternoon walk in hopes of getting things started and returned home hot and tired. I went pee and then got down on the carpet on all fours. My intent was to lay on the carpet, in front of the fan, and cool off but my body had different plans. I felt kinda a pop and then warmness ran down my leg. My first thought was that I peed myself, but then again I had gone literally 10 seconds ago, my second thought was 'OMG must be my water' and I ran to the bathroom for fear of ruining all our carpet. Never had I thought that one person has so much fluid in them. I stood in the bathroom in shock that buckets and buckets of water kept on pouring out. So I sat on the potty and it stopped and I figured the worst was over. They never tell you that the water will keep on coming out once you stand up again Anyway 3 beach towls and 5 pads later we were on our way to the hospital. The L&D nurse on the phone had said to bring all our stuff because we would not be coming home for a while. All the way there all I could think was how the heck was I going to get to the 4th floor of the hospital without leaving a stream of water behind me! Had a few small contrations in the car on the way to the hospital but nothing major.
We got to the hospital at 6:30 and a doc. came in to check me out. I was only 1 cm and 80% and having practically no contrations. She told us we could start pitocin right away or try walking around, but she thought pitocin would be the best bet since my body wasn't putting out any contractions. I so did not want to use pitocin so I we tried walking first. That lasted all of about 40 minutes as I was tired by this point and all the walking produced some contractions but nothing regular. So pitocin it was! At 9:00pm, After peeing in a bucket they got me all hooked up for a long ride. It turns out I was really dehydrated (sp?) and that was possibly why my water broke but no labor really followed it. Contractions started mild at first and then picked up big time. At midnight I got some pain killers which worked at taking the edge of the peak of the contractions. Those worked all of an hour and a half. And I was only dialated 2cm and now 100% with baby at a 0. So more pitocin it was. By 5:30am I was toast. I hadn't slept, contractions were horrid due to the pitocin, I had the major shakes from all the meds and fluids, and I was starving so they ordered me up an epidural. Best thing in the world, and it didn't hurt a bit. After the epidural my blood pressure took a dive and it got really low. Somewhere around 60/20 so they gave me a shot of something or other to pick it up. Of corse that gave me the worst shakes of my life. After the whole ordeal I was able to sleep a little but got really afraid to fall asleep for some reason (probably the 100 nurses and docs coming in to check my blood pressure every 2 minutes with that look on their face). By 9:00I had dialated to a 4 and thats where I stayed until the afternoon. The doc came and talked to me at 3:30pm to let me know that I would need to conside a c-section. One because I had almost broken my water 24 hours ago and two because they measured the baby that there was very little chance that he was going to fit. At 4:00pm my epidural ran out so they got me all hooked up for with more drugs, and more shakes, and weeled me into the operating room. At this point I had a breakdown and totally started crying because I was so scared. Luckily my DH came in and helped settle me. Didn't feel a thing with the c-section except for lots of take your breath away pressure as they pushed on the top of my stomack to force the baby out. At 4:20pm our little boy Ryland Connor was born. He didn't cry right away but they assured me that he was fine. He weighed 8 pound 14 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. He scored a 7 and a 9 on his apagar thing. Dh brought him over so I could see him but I don't really remember too much about that. DH went with baby Ryland to the nursery and I went to recovery where I must have been totally loopy cause I called all the family I could find programmed in my cell phone. Finally they wheeled me into my room and DH joined me. It was like 3 hours after that (5 total) that I finally got to see my handsom boy. We spent a few hours with him and then they kept him in the nursery for the night. They tried to bring him back to BF but I was really sick throwing up (so much for the liquid diet they give you) and all so I told them to bottle feed him and I basically crashed.
Well thats the story not too exciting. We stayed in the hospital for 4 days and got lots of time to bond with Ryland and get help from the nurses. Now we are home and taking it one day at a time.
~Joy~ DS1-8/5/05, DS2-10/18/10 (VBAC#1), DS3- 4/11/12 (VBAC#2!)
Kayla’s Birth Story
Kayla was due on Friday, August 12, 2005. We didn’t know if she was a girl or a boy. We knew I would be delivering by c-section since both Sean and Hannah were delivered that way and were excited to have Tuesday, August 9, 2005 as her scheduled delivery date. That day would have been her GranDon’s 76th Birthday.
We arrived at the hospital at 7:30am. We signed our last two admittance forms and were taken into the triage area to start getting prepped for surgery. I got changed, hooked up to a monitor, my IV started and some blood taken. Then we basically sat for an hour and went through additional paperwork/risks etc. I signed additional consent forms for my c-section and tubal. Around 9am, we headed downstairs to the Operating Room/Recovery area. Mike got on his scrubs and we waited for my doctor to arrive since he was stuck in traffic. At 9:50, we headed into the OR and I got my spinal. The nurses finished my prep and the surgery finally began. It took some extra time to get to the baby thanks to scar tissue and finally the doctor said “OK, let’s deliver this baby.” After several good tugs I heard “What a big baby” followed by a lusty cry. The nurse said “Happy Birthday sweetie” and my doctor said “It’s a girl!!!!”
Kayla hollered the whole time she was being checked over. Her APGAR’s were an 8 and a 9. Once the initial check was done, the nurse brought Kayla over and held her up for us to see. The surgery finally finished and we were moved to recovery around 11am. The doctor came in and told me the surgery went better than expected for a 3rd c-section. I didn’t have too much scar tissue and all of the risks were easily avoided. He tried to convince us to name Kayla “Kayla Steven” after him but we politely declined. The nurse brought Kayla over for us to hold and I told her to let Mike hold her first. He held her for a few minutes and then handed her to me to hold and nurse. She latched on pretty quickly and ate for 10 minutes. Then she went back in the warmer until noon when we were moved to our room.
My spinal didn’t wear off for several hours. I did get some of the gas pains that shoot out your shoulder but no where near as many as I had with Hannah. I had to stay in bed until almost lunchtime on Wednesday because my one leg was still slightly numb and I had to wait to get up until it was fully back to normal. I had a much easier time getting up and moving around after this delivery than the prior two.
Kayla has been a great sleeper so far and except for forgetting to open her mouth wide to latch on, she’s been doing great eating. Overall, this was a great delivery for being my last. We were released from the hospital at 8pm on Thursday night and she slept the whole way home and only woke to feed 3 times between 9pm and 6am.
Mommy to Sean (12/01), Hannah (10/03), and Kayla (08/05)
Parker Riley Johns
I went into labor early, my water had not broken, I had no bloody show. I was only 2cm and 80% effaced at my doctors apointment.
I had been feeling contractions for pretty much 24 hours before I realized that's what they were. By that time they were quite intense and quite frequent - still no water broken. When we went to L&D after contracting all day arriving at 4:40pm, I had only effacted to 90% and was still at 2cm.
The nurses admitted me to the hospital for a 23 hour observation period as I was showing a fever, dehydration and my blood indicated I was fighting an infection. They told me these things were causing the contractions and that if they got them under control that I might not be in real labor... so they pumped me full of saline, water, juice and brought my fever down. However, none of this stopped my contractions - they continued on and on gaining in strength. After several hours of contractions that were becoming so very intense, I ended up asking for help with the pain. They gave me stadol, it made me feel drunk, and did not take but half of the pain away but it was enough for me to relax some. I ended up receiving 2 doses of stadol, then as I had only progressed to 2.5cm after several hours the nurses told me I needed to deal with the pain without the stadol - hoping to get me to progress further. My water ended up breaking at midnight shortly before a nurse checked me again for progress - when she saw that she. That caused my contractions to worsen but still no more progress dialating, I ended up begging for an epidural.
The nurses pushed back and did not want to give me an epidural as I had not progressed very far, they told me that getting an epidural too early increases your risk of c-section. Finally, after I had been there about 12 hours they gave in and got the doctors permission to give me one though they told me it would probably prolong my labor.
They gave me the epidural sometime shortly after 530am. It was a GODSEND! Though I could still feel my contractions as a pressure they did not hurt anymore. I was able to doze into a light rest for about an hour and I felt my contractions change - the pressure increasing. Around 6:40am the nurse checked my progress and I was at 4cm, she told me to let her know when I felt pressure. I called her a couple minutes later. She checked me again and I had jumped to 8-9cm in those couple minutes.
I woke up DH and my Mom as they had fallen asleep when I received the Epidural. The nurses had already been in contact with my doctor and she was already on her way. The next couple contractions they told me to try not to push - this is a very difficult thing when your body decides it is going to push no matter what.
The doctor arrived at 7:05am and then the pushing began. The room flooded with nurses. After 30 minutes of pushing the doctor had me feel Parkers head as he crowned. At first I did not want to do this, but when they had me touch him I found it VERY encouraging to push harder and meet my little guy! I started tearing in 2 places so the doctor gave me an epesiodimy to prevent the tears from spreading further. Then little Parker was born! 7:34am. They rested him on my chest and let me kiss him before they took him to the warmer int he corner of the room to be cleaned up and examined.
My epidiodimy turned out to be a 3rd degree. (They only go to 4 degrees) Though I don't recomend them, I honestly could feel myself tearing so I think the doctors call was right.
Parker ended up having the same infection I had come into L&D with, due to my positive Strep B culture they put him on antibiotics immediately worried that he had contracted the bacteria. After several tests and 72 hours in the hospital they discovered he was fine, no bacteria, the infection cleared up. They had released me at 48 hours but provided me with a Nesting Room so that I could stay at the hospital with him though I was not an official patient anymore.
Then prior to release, the doctors noticed he was showing signs of jandice. When they tested him he was in a high risk zone so they had him stay int he hospital 8 hours to see if it clearned up, they retested and he was getting worse. So they are keeping him another night and putting him under the UV lights. If he does well with the light therapy they will send him home today after having stayed in the hospital 5 days.