Hope it's ok to post my birth story so long after the fact. I'm just really starting to feel at home here and wanted to be a part of everything even if I wasn't at the start. Hope nobody minds.
Well, after a relatively uneventful pregnancy, my labour/delivery was anything but. On January 13th I went for what was supposed to be my final visit with the Internal Medicine specialist to monitor my blood pressure. I expected everything to be as normal, a little on the high side, but stable. Well it was a little higher than usual so she gave me a tentative prescription for blood pressure medication and sent me off to see my OB. At his office, BP was still high and he decided that I needed to be admitted to the hospital for 24 hour monitoring. By the time I got to the hospital my BP had gone from 150/100 to 178/118. I was admitted and put on BP medication, and was told I'd likely be there over the weekend just to monitor things. This was Thursday. By the end of the weekend my BP was still high, but seemed more stable and each day I was teased with the idea that I could likely go home "tomorrow". No such luck. Each day the protein levels in my urine were increasing, along with the liver enzymes in my blood, and my platelets were dropping. It was time to induce. I'm glad they didn't tell me at the time, but I ended up with preeclamsia. I just thought everything they were doing was precautionary, but it was more than necessary and the nurses have since told me since how concerned they were toward the end. So 3:30pm Thurs they gelled my cervix. At the time I was 1cm dilated, cervix was soft, and I was starting to efface. Everything looked good. The first gel didn't do much, so they did another at 11:30pm that night. I had quite a bit of cramping and woke up with contractions at about 2am. They were lasting about 30 to 45 seconds and ranged from 2 to 4 minutes apart. I was moved to a labour/delivery room and thought things were on their way. I forget when I was checked next, sometime Friday morning, and was at 3cm, 75% effaced, so it seemed like everything was progressing nicely. My OB decided to start the oxytocin drip and put in an epidural. We were all very optimistic for a vaginal delivery, but there was still a long way to go. The epidural went in nicely, which was a relief to me, but it soon became obvious that it wasn't really working. I was still feeling painful contractions, but on my right side only. They tried changing the dosage and type of medication through the epidural, but no go. To top it all off, I developed SEVERE scapular pain in my right shoulder/neck area. Apparently it's a rare reaction to labour where pelvic pressure causes referred pain in the scapular area. I have never felt so much pain in my life. Contractions were NOTHING compared to this. If I moved so much as a muscle, the pain was excrutiating. Finally the doctor came in to check me, still at 3cm, and broke my water. I was also given a much stronger medication through the epidural that allowed me to find a comfortable position that I didn't move from for hours. I was still feeling the right sided contractions, but we were again optimistic that things were progressing. Next check hours later, at about 3am Sat morning I believe, and I was still only 4cm. My OB gave me a deadline of 7am to progress, or we would likely have to go c-section. 7am came and went and still only 4cm. Not only that, but the preeclamsia was getting dangerous and they were becoming very concerned about seizures. After 29 hours of labour, it was time for a c-section. I was taken to OR where they changed the epidural medication yet again. Still didn't work. I could feel pretty much everything. We had no choice but to put me under. I was ok with that by this point because I was really scared. I could sense the urgency and the epidural drugs were causing my body to shake out of control. DH and I had one major request, that he be the one to tell me whether we had boys or girls. The nurses told me later that my OB was constantly reminding everyone that the husband has to be the one to tell. I even remember waking up in recovery and hearing the nurses mention how anxious my husband was to see me and tell me what we had. They finally let him in, from what he tells me it was about 1 1/2 hours after the start of the surgery. I could barely open my eyes to see him, but will never forget the feeling when he told me the names ouf our new children, Talia and Keira. We had our girls! I was so out of it, but so thrilled at the same time. I was in and out for the rest of the day, but managed to get myself up that same night (with lots of help of course) and see the babies in the nursery. They were SO beautiful. Over the next 24 hours I was monitored very closely for seizures, and woken every hour to have my vitals checked, but have bounced back very well. It's kind of scary after the fact to know how serious things were though, to have all the nurses come up to me with big hugs and tell me how worried they were and how happy they are that the girls were so big and healthy. Everything turned out well in the end, even though the journey wasn't exactly as I planned. Now to get my girls home....
Our beautiful identical twin girls born January 22, 2005
Jenny, Keira and Talia
I'm new to the board, but wanted to share my birth story as well! Let's see how many details I can remember 3 years later! LOL! I'm also adding a little about my pregnancy and TTC journey since I wasn't around to share it before!
DH and I TTC for 11 months to get pregnant with our little man. Around then, I decided that we would go into do some fertility testing because DD had only taken 1 month! I went in and had some blood work done and I was to go back to get the results and have more tests done. I was still 2 days away from AF, but wanted to take a test just in case, before we went back (and spent more money! LOL). I was in TOTAL shock when the test came back positive!! I went ahead and went into my appointment and she said "go ahead and test again this weekend and if it's positive, call us and we'll have you in on Monday." So, of course, the test was positive and when I called Monday, I went in. They told me my progesterone level was low (from the blood work they had taken before), and I needed to be on a supplement for the 1st 10 weeks of pregnancy. During that time, I took progesterone every day and once a week my HCG and my progesterone levels were checked. I feel that he is my little blessing, because if I hadn't gone in to have the testing done, I probably would have miscarried. I like to think it was my motherly instincts.
My pregnancy with Little Nate was pretty uneventful(aside from my progesterone levels). He was healthy and so was I, but I was in a LOT of pain for a good part of the pregnancy. I think it was the way he was sitting when I was pregnant that caused a lot of pelvic pain for me. Also, the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy, I had contractions. They were not real strong and would just come and go...more than anything it was annoying!
So, on the night of January 25th around 10pm I just felt something wasn't quite right. I was having the same contractions as I had been, but I was very wet "down there" (sorry if TMI!!). I told DH that I wanted to go and make sure my water hadn't started leaking. So, we went up to the hospital and I figured they would say "No water leaking or break, come back". They did tell me that my water hadn't broken or any leaking, but the nurse said "How long have you been having these contractions?" I almost laughed at her, thinking to myself, 3 weeks! But, I told her just a couple hours and they didn't hurt. She said they would keep me an hour and check my progress. Well, in that hour I went from 1cm to 3cm, so the contractions were finally doing something!!! YEAH!!! So, they decided to keep me and I was there for the long haul! Now, when I had my 1st child, the contractions were never really bad, and I got my epidural at 3 1/2cm. With Nate, I had back labor and I thought I was going to DIE!! They hurt sooo bad! So, when the doctor came in and broke my water at 4cm, I said "Give me my epidural, NOW!!" Of course, he was more than happy to and shortly after that I got my epidural. When I got to 10cm, I was sleeping! The nurse came and woke me up to tell me she was checking me. She said "Oh MY! The head is RIGHT there! Don't move!! I'm going to move your bed up a little, but don't move!" I held VERY still, waited for the doctor to get there. The nurse said "If he doesn't hurry, he's going to miss this!" But, Dr. Swanson arrived and I pushed about 1 1/2 times, and my baby boy was born!
My little man, Nathanial Ryan Jr. was born at 12:21pm on January 26, 2005. DH and I were sooo happy to have our healthy son join our family!! He is a joy to our lives and our family wouldn't be complete without him!