boston ryan's birthstory....with pictures!
i'll do pics first since they're more fun!
before i realized i was in labor
again denying that i just had a contraction!
obviously that's me in the tub with my head down.
ryan catching the baby
me ooohing and awwing at him
sweet baby face
ryan lovin' on boston--LOOK AT THAT HAIR!
this morning 1/24
I woke up at 4:45am, January 23, 2006. I needed to once again go to the bathroom. When I wiped I noticed the faintest amount of blood in some discharge. Actually, I thought it wasn’t there—that I was just seeing things because I was still asleep. I went back to bed and got up when my alarm went off at 6:10am. I once again went to the bathroom and this time nothing was there. I did have a couple of contractions during this time but I didn’t think it could be the real deal cause they weren’t strong and they weren’t long and they weren’t coming in a timely fashion. So, I woke bray up for school and as he got ready I told him I was going to take a shower. After I took a shower I used the bathroom again. This time there was some more clear discharge and it had more blood in it. I was for sure of the blood now. But it was still really faint and I told myself it could still be weeks away before actual labor started. I called Ryan to let him know what was going on but I also told him that it was probably nothing and not to worry about it. Just as usual—please keep his phone close to him.
I took bray to school and then came home and called Delilah. She is a friend of mine that I met thru indyanna’s playgroup. She is also a doula. She had done a weekend seminar on reflexology and massage techniques and asked me last week if I wanted to come over and let her try them out on me. Well, heck ya I wanted her to try them out! I was so overdue I was willing to try anything. And I knew from word of mouth that Delilah was good at what she did so I surely wanted to take her up on the offer. She let me know that she was available between 9:15am and 11:15am. So, I headed on over there.
On the way over there I called my best friend, Melissa. I told her to be on alert but that IF it did happen today then it wouldn’t be till late tonight. But just so she knew and was prepared I wanted to let her know what was going on. We chatted on the 15-20 min drive to Delilah’s and I had two small contraction right before I got to her house. Still I thought they were really good Braxton hicks or false labor.
When I got to Delilah’s house it was about 9:20-9:30am or so. We talked about birth and what was going on with me and what all I still had to do that day. I needed to go to the grocery store and pack my birth bag and pack a bag for Boston, etc… We got out my camera and she started taking pictures. I was so grateful for this cause I had been putting it off and I really wanted some pictures taken of my big ol’ belly. While this was going on I started having some more contractions. I still didn’t think they were regular and I was totally convinced that they were really short. But, Delilah was keeping track of them and she said they were 5 mins apart and about 45 seconds in length. Wow! I couldn’t believe it. I went to the bathroom again and this time when I wiped there was a lot of bloody show. I honestly started to panic at this point. I had nothing ready! And all I wanted to do was go home. But I knew deep down that I couldn’t drive myself. But I was thinking, well, yes I can. They aren’t that bad yet. And if they do get bad then I will just pull over and wait it out. If my contractions really are 5 mins apart and it takes about 20 mins to get home, then I would only have to pull over a couple of times at the most. I didn’t want to ask Delilah to take me home because she had to pick up her children from school. And to be honest, I wasn’t paying her for her services. She was doing this as a favor to me and I didn’t want her to think I was taking advantage of her. And besides, I had to drive home. How else would my car get home? I couldn’t just leave it in front of her house. That would be rude.
At some point along the way, Delilah told me that I needed to call my momma to tell her that she probably would need to pick up the kids. So, I called her and then I called Ryan and told him to come home for sure at noon. He was acting like it wasn’t a big to do and maybe he could work the rest of his shift. I wanted to strangle him. Then I had a contraction and told him I would call him back. When the contraction was over, I told him to come and get me NOW. Then—I’m a little fuzzy about this part, I called my momma and told her that Ryan wasn’t going to make it to me on time and could she please leave right now and come and get me. I still need to pack and go to the grocery store. I called Ryan back and told him to just meet me at home. --**by the way, thank God for Delilah. She rubbed my feet and my back and took care of my child and fed her all thru this. Even though I was convinced that I was still not in labor!***
So, my momma got there at 11:35 or so. By this time I was having a lot of contractions and they were getting harder. Hard enough that I started to hum/moan thru them. I had decided that I would not have any bad contractions while I was with my mom! I knew that she really didn’t want to see her child in pain. And that I had only asked her to watch the children….not watch me go thru labor! Well, my plan was blown before we even got in the truck. I had two contractions back to back. The first one I tried not to vocalize thru it but the second one I had to! Somehow we decided that we should go straight to the birth center and that Ryan could meet us there and then mom could come back and get my bags and stuff for the baby. But, when I called to tell Ryan that, he told me had NO gas and no money. And I had the atm card! So we had to stop by the house anyways. I stayed in the truck and mom ran in to get the car seat and a couple of things. Ryan got the cards but mom thru him some money and said come on!
We left our house around noon. We weren’t 2 minutes down the road when I felt some pressure. I told my mom this and she said do we need to just stay at home to have this baby? I said didn’t know what we should do, but if she were going to go to the birth center then she needed to “BOOK IT!” (the birth center was a good 30-45 minutes away depending on traffic) So, mom took off for the birth center. This whole time I’m having contractions back to back. I’m moaning thru them. Indyanna is in the back moaning with me. Mom is speeding up every time I have a contraction. In between contractions I was trying to joke with my mom to lighten the mood. I knew she really didn’t want to be the one to go thru this with me. It’s hard to see someone you love in pain!
We finally got to the birth center around 12:35pm. When we got there I had expected to wait on Dinah (the midwife) for a few minutes or at least talk to her first, but I was ushered on back to the same room where I gave birth to indyanna. I was sorda shocked and well, I was in disbelief. I sat on the side of the bed and had two contractions. During those contractions Dinah said she wanted to check me. I must have given her a look cause she said, “or not. We don’t have to check you” to which I told her I didn’t think I was far enough along to be checked. Well, while she was trying to convince me to take off my pants and shoes and socks since as Dinah said, “you can’t have a baby with your pants still on” she also told her apprentice to run the bath water and to call Pam (her assistant midwife) to come over as soon as possible. At this point I still wasn’t willing to admit that I was in labor. I decided to let her check me to make sure. She said I was at a 5—but that I was acting much farther along and that due to baby’s positioning I could very well be farther along. Ryan showed up right then and I was a mess! I was upset cause I was in labor and was ill prepared……no food, bags, clothes, nothing,. I was also upset because I was only at a 5. I just couldn’t imagine going thru the pain I was in for another 5-10 hours.
Dinah asked me if I wanted to get into the tub. I said yes and got in. I had two really strong contractions and said that I needed to move. So, I got onto my knees and rested my upper body on the rim of the tub. At 1:11 I had a contraction and felt my water break. It was a very weird popping sensation. At 1:14pm I let them know that I was going to start pushing. Dinah asked me if I wanted to get out of the tub because I had specifically said in our prenatal visits that I did not want to give birth in the tub let alone on my hands and knees. I told Dinah that I wasn’t moving anywhere. She asked me to please move to the other side of the tub so that someone could catch the baby. So reluctantly I did move. With the next contraction, I pushed and pushed. And then when the contraction was over I still pushed and pushed. At 1:23 the head was starting to show. At 1:24 the head was out! I couldn’t believe it! I pushed for less than 10 minutes and Boston’s head was out! I still was coming to terms that I was in labor! Now that part was almost over! I heard Dinah tell Ryan that if he wanted to catch now was the time. So he moved on down and with the next push out came his shoulders. I thought that was all the work I would have to do but I still felt him in me. So I pushed some more and finally out came his chest and the rest of his body. WOO WHAT A RELIEF! Stinkin’ contractions were over! Boston was born at 1:25pm!
We sat in the tub for a while together, while the water drained out. Then at 1:34pm Ryan cut the cord and I stood up. Good timing too cause as soon as I stood up the placenta came out.
We all got out of the bathroom and headed to the bed. Dinah checked me out and I didn’t have any tears or rips or skid marks. She also checked my vitals and Boston’s too. We were both doing great.
Family came in to visit and Boston started nursing 45 minutes later. About an hour after that we weighed him and took his measurements. He weighed in at 8 lbs and 4 oz. My biggest baby yet! His length was 19 ½ inches. He has dark black hair and lots of it. His eyes are blue and he has his PawPaw’s nose!
As soon as everyone left we went home. We were wanting to go home around 3 or 4pm but Ryan’s mom was on the way. She got lost and we didn’t wind up leaving the birth center until almost 6pm. So we didn’t make it home until 7pm or so. (we had to stop by Delilah’s so that my SIL could drive my car home)
He’s perfect. And although my labor and delivery was very short and intense it was perfect as well!
~wifey to ryan 8/2/3, mommy to brayden 6/23/95, indyanna 4/3/4, and boston 1/23/6!
Jeena Kongju came into the world and our life on January 20, 2006 at 4:52 p.m.!!
Jeena means 'God is gracious' and Kongju is Korean for princess!!
Here is a timeline version of my labour and delivery!!
Thursday, January 19, 2006
All day I was having back pain. The pain felt like I was constipated but I kept trying to go to the washroom but the pain wouldn’t go away. I didn’t have any pain in my stomach so I didn’t think it was labour. My hubby and I went out to do groceries; I went for my ‘overdue’ walk… I even had pineapple. Since I thought I was constipated I had lots of fibre and water as well!! By 10 p.m. Thursday night, the ‘pains’ were an obvious 10 minutes apart and lasting 50 seconds. I posted about the pain and it seemed that everyone thought it was labour too! Just after 10 p.m. I went to the washroom and there was bright red blood… very scary to see! So I called the hospital and they said because it was bright red that I should go in.
10:30 p.m. – 12:30 a.m. – was at the hospital. I was still 1 cm dilated and 90% effaced so nothing really going on. They monitored my belly and didn’t pick up any of the ‘pains’ but they said that they could feel contractions on my belly, etc. The verdict of the hospital visit was that I was ‘in labour’ and it would continue like this for awhile…
Friday, January 20, 2006
12:30 a.m. – 6:30 a.m. – the ‘pains’ (still in denial it was labour!!) were still 10 minutes apart and 50 seconds… able to breath through them, arch my back, etc.
6:30 a.m. – the pains started going to 5 minutes apart but still at 50 seconds and not anymore painful. I had a doctor’s appointment/ultrasound at 10:40 a.m. so I decided to wait till 8:30 a.m. and call the doctor to see what to do.
8:30 a.m. – called the doctor and he said to come in at 10 a.m… then he’d check me and I’d still make it to the ultrasound appointment.
10 a.m. – the doctor examines me and I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head… I was 4 cm dilated and having obvious contractions (according to him). He told us to go for a walk and meet him at the hospital at noon or sooner if the contractions were closer than 5 minutes apart.
10:30 a.m. – we start walking and I walked for about 5 minutes and my hubby timed the contractions as 2 minutes apart.
11:00 a.m. – went to the hospital cafeteria, had hot chocolate (NEEDED chocolate!), called a few people and went to labour and delivery…
12:00 p.m. – was examined again and was 5 cm dilated and they admitted me. Kept walking around…
1:00 p.m. – they broke my water and I kept on walking… I made it once around the floor and asked for the epidural. I tried that bouncy ball thing but it made the pain worse.
2:00 p.m. – got the epidural. It took longer than I thought for it to be put in but worth it for sure! I could still feel my feet but it was suggested to me that I STOP walking… haha… my family told the nurse that they don’t understand that telling Delia to stop walking is very dangerous! Haha!!
3:00 p.m. – 10 cm dilated!!! I was asked if I wanted to start pushing or wait a bit. I could feel pressure down below at each contraction. I said I wanted to wait because there wasn’t that much pressure and I wanted to make sure it was the right time, etc. My sister was also on her way and I wanted to wait for her… everyone was laughing at me because I was deciding to ‘put off’ labour after waiting for so long to see Jeena!!
4:28 p.m. – I started pushing… I thought my face was going to explode!!!
4:52 p.m. – 8 pushes later my MISS JEENA KONGJU came to meet me!!
She was suctioned and put on my chest. She was much cleaner than I thought she would be!! They took her to the warmer, scale, etc. and my repair time started… Well… NINETY MINUTES LATER they were done fixing me up! I have stitches north, south, east and west, inside and outside! I asked the doctor how many stitches I got and he said that he’s not going to count for me!!
(Maybe I’m going on too long… are you with me?!)
Jeena weighed 7 lbs 8 oz and was 20.8 inches long! Ironically… these were my EXACT measurements when I was born!!
We ended up staying in the hospital for an extra day because Jeena was having feeding issues… she keeps her tongue up and does not have a strong sucking reflex, doesn’t like anything near the top of her mouth. We have been working on training her to change these behaviours and now that my milk has come in, things seem to be getting a little better. I am seeing Lactation Consultants regularly. For now I am attempting to breastfeed, pumping and feeding her breast milk in a bottle. When she left the hospital she was 6 lbs 13 oz and I got her weighed today (6 days old) and she is at 7 lbs 1 oz. So we carry on… these first days have not been easy… probably the hardest days of my life so far. I am responsible for this little one and it’s hard when I can’t help her eat, etc. My husband has been amazing… he has been a lifesaver these days!!
So labour and delivery was much 'easier' than I thought... I guess because I knew a bit of what to expect (except that I only had pain in my back, it never moved to the front...). What I was not prepared for in this process were the days after... they have been the hardest...
So there we have it… my story… my official resignation to the Overdue Club. It was great being the President but it’s not for me anymore!!
Delia - Mama (homebirthing, breastfeeding, cosleeping, baby wearing, cloth diapering type of a Mama!) to
Jeena Kongju (Jan. 20/06) and Maria Konae (June 18/09)
It's been almost 2 weeks, but this is the first time I've had the energy/time to write this.
Jacob Wiley's Birth
7 lbs. 13 oz., 20 inches long
January 13, 2006 at 9:30 pm
The night before, I had pepperoni and green pepper pizza. At 3:30 am on the morning of January 13th (Friday the 13th), I woke up with a small gush of fluid. Thinking that I had somehow just peed myself, I got up and went to the bathroom. I peed a little and probably leaked a little because there was a lot of fluid coming out. Then, as I went back to bed, I had another small gush (at least a tablespoon). It wasn't that much so I assumed it was probably nothing, but DH called L&D to make sure. They told me to put on a maxi pad, lay down for an hour and to call them back regardless. An hour later, I woke up and walked to the toilet and got the same gush/pee mixture except this time it had a slightly pinkish tinge to it and had tiny white clumps in it. The L&D nurse asked me to go ahead and come in.
I got dressed (without taking a shower first) and we got to the hospital around 5:30 am. They checked me and indeed my water had broke and it was pooling quite well.
DH and I spent the next 4 hours while I had mild contractions (increasing slowly). At 9:30 am, the midwife came in and said that I wasn't progressing fast enough and they didn't want to chance an infection because my water had broken 6 hours ago. So, DH and I put aside our game of go fish and got ready.
At 10:30, they started the pitocin and the contractions progressed. I went from walking around to rocking on the birthing ball to sitting in a warm tub to help with the contractions. By 5:30 pm, I was to 7 centimeters dilation and at my pain threshold. I couldn't relax through the contractions anymore at that point. So I asked for my epidural. I didn't get it for another hour, though.
Then I finally got relaxed. By 8:00 pm, I was fully dilated and ready to push... Although I didn't feel the urge like they said I would. After an hour and 20 minutes of pushing and Jacob hanging onto my ribcage with his little monkey toes (or pushng off with them), he came out perfect as can be.
They laid him on my chest and the nurse helped me latch him on my breast right away.
Though it was a long day and I wasn't able to do it w/o drugs - it was a beautiful experience.
Originally Posted by ShiningLight
Originally Posted by kegsmom1225
On Saturday the 21st, my mother and I were about to order dinner. I went to the bathroom and had some pinkish blood when I wiped. Sorry TMI. I called the doctor and he said as long as the baby is moving alright and I'm not having any contractions to just sit tight. We ordered dinner and watched the miss america pagent the whole time the my back is killing me. After that was over, I decided to try and get some sleep. I laid down at about 10:00, by 10:45 I noticed my backache was coming and going about every six minutes and lasting for about 30-45 seconds. I thought I was probably imagining it, so I tried to sleep for a little while longer. They got more intense and more frequent. So I got up and watched the end of pretty woman on TV. It was about 1:45 by the time that was over. At this point I knew I was in labor. I called my doctor and we headed to the hospital. When I got checked I was already at 4cm with very regular strong contractions. They sent me to my room and we waited for the epidural man. I was in heaven after that. Well they came into check me at 4:30 and I was still at 4cm. They wanted to start pitocin, but I asked them to wait for 30 minutes. They came back in and sure enough the contractions had started up again. By 6:00am I was fully dialated and ready to try pushing. The whole time I was in labor Vincent's heart rate kept dropping really low. They had me try to push 3 times, and I was still at minus 1, and then his heart rate dipped to 40, so they decided it was time for a c-section. I was so terrified of getting a c-section before that day, but I could hear his heart rate dip everytime, and all I wanted was to get him out healthy and safe, and I wasn't scared anymore. Everything went fine, until they discovered that I had an infection in my amniotic fluid, and that he had alot of this fluid in his lungs. So my little guy was in the special care nursery for the first 4 days of his life. I am so happy that he is home now and I can actually hold him with out all of his wires.
Vincent Carl joined the world at:
6:46am January 22nd, 2006
20 1/2 inches long.
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Here is Hailey Grace's birth story:
On January 27th, I woke up at 6am to call the hospital for my scheduled induction. When I called they said that all scheduled inductions had been delayed due to a high volume of women going into labor over the night. They told me to go ahead and call back at 10am to see what time I was rescheduled for. When I called back they said that they were going to have to cancel my induction for the day because they were just too busy and they didn't have enough beds or staff. I was devastated when the told me that. I was so looking forward to going in and finally getting to meet my little girl and it looked as though it wasn't going to happen. Well, shortly after I got off the phone with them I started having contractions that were about 7 minutes apart. The contractions rapidly increased on their own until they were only 4 minutes apart. I was in labor!! So dh and I decided that we should go get something to eat before we went into the hopital just to make sure they stayed regular. We chose to go to a sit-down restaurant and while we were there the contractions kept getting stronger and longer and harder until they were only 2-3 minutes apart. At that point I told dh to stop eating and call the waiter for our check because we needed to go to the hospital right then!
We live very close to the hospital so it only took us 15 minutes to get there, and once we did they hooked me up to the monitors and verifyed that I was indeed having contractions every 2 minutes! Next my midwife showed up to take my foley catheter out of my cervix and she told me I was already four centimeters dilated, which I was so happy about since I was only at one centimeter the day before at my last appointment! She told me that I would have to get out of bed and go walking around the halls to get the baby to move down on my cervix though because she was still high and I still needed to efface more. So walk we did for hours and hours and I wasn't progressing as quickly as thery wanted me to, evidently, so they went ahead and started some pitocin for me. I labored until 1am on the pitocin and then my midwife came back in and checked me and said I still hadn't progressed at all since we got to there and I had two options, either I could be sent home or they could stop the pitocin and give me sleeping medicine and then start the pitocin again at 6am. Dh and I talked it over and decided to go ahead and stay the night.
The next morning they restarted the pitocin and decided to go ahead and break my water. After they did that I was really feeling the pain so I finally decided to ask for an epidural. After I got the epidural I was feeling a lot better, but then my blood pressure was dropping really low and it kept making me throw up. This kept happening all morning until Hailey's heartbeat was starting to dip a little with each contraction. The dr. on call came in and spoke to me about the possibility of a c-section since it was dropping a bit, even though it wasn't really enough to be concerned about at the time. What happened next was a huge blur. I started throwing up again and then I was having very hard contractions back to back too from the pitocin and Hailey's heartbeat plummeted. It went all the way down to teh 30's and would not recover. In an instant my room went from having just me and dh and one nurse in it to having 7 nurses the dr. and the anesthesiologist in there. They kept rolling me from side to side to see if it was helping her heartbeat and it wasn't so the brought in a gurney, moved me onto it and had me drink this horrible stuff and then they all raced me off down the hall into the operating room and told me they had to take the baby out right then. Dh got into his scrubs really fast and he came over and sat next me, they put the screen up and before I even knew what I was going on I felt this horrible pressure, which was them pulling Hailey out of me. It took a total of 15 minutes from the time we left the room to the time she was out of my body and on the warmer. She recovered immediately once she was taken out and she got an apgar score of 8-9. When they brought her over for dh to hold I remember thinking "Oh my gosh! That is mine! She is soooo beautiful!" I was immediately in love! She weighed 8lbs 2ozs at birth and she is 20 1/2 inches long. She is absolutely perfect in every way! Now that we are home I feel so blessed to have her and excited to start our lives with her! She is such a good baby so far. She only cries a bit when she is hungry or when she needs or is getting her diaper changed and she is just very calm and alert. She sleeps a lot too, so we are hoping she continues this lovely little habit so we won't have to sacrafice to much sleep ourselves!
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On Tuesday, January 24th, I cleaned the house and went to the car dealership to have my new car detailed and to pick up some paperwork. I waited for along time and was thinking about getting a manicure on the way home. Everyone at the car dealership said they thought I would have had the baby by then. On the way home, I decided to skip the manicure because I was hungry. I thought about picking up some lunch, but I also had to go to the bathroom, so I headed right home. Thank goodness, because when I got out of my car, I felt warm, wet stuff running down my legs. At first, I thought that I peed my pants but I realized that I still had to pee so that was unlikely. Then, I quick checked my car to see if I leaked on my brand new seats! Turns out that everything came out when I stood up. I waddled inside to the bathroom. Every time I stood up from the toilet, a big gush of clear fluid came out. I put on a maxi pad at 1:00 and decided to eat lunch and wait a little. I had some mashed potatoes and a salad. I had to keep changing the pads. I called the doctor at 2:00 and explained what was happening. I was not having contractions, my back just felt sore. The doctor said to call my husband and that he would see me at the hospital. I called Steve and said, “don’t panic, I just talked to Dr. Boveri and he said my water broke and I need to go to the hospital. It’s no big rush, so be careful.” Steve started yelling to the guy he was working with and said he was on his way. Then, I called my mom and told her the same thing. I was afraid that she would beat us to the hospital. Steve’s mom came down and we talked while we waited for Steve. He took a shower and we headed to St. Joseph’s. We checked in and I got in trouble for going to the bathroom before getting to labor and delivery. They put me in a wheel chair and this little bitty nurse had to push me around. (That was funny because I had Steve park far away so that we could walk.) The nurse had me change and checked with some paper to see if it was really amniotic fluid. It turned bright blue. She said the OB on call would verify it, but she could tell that I was staying. The OB came in and examined me. He said that I was not dilated even 1 cm yet. The nurse gave me a bunch of paperwork to fill out and went to call Dr. Boveri. She came back and said that he wanted to treat me “aggressively.” He wanted to put me on pitosin to start my contractions and dilation. She put in an IV in my right arm. She also started the pitosin and put monitors on me, the baby, and my uterus. The first few hours were uneventful. I would get up to go the bathroom and we would have to unplug a bunch of stuff and take a pole with me. They kept checking my cervix, but nothing was happening, even as the contractions got stronger. Finally around 9:30 or 10:00, the pitosin was really kicking in and I was in a lot of pain. The contractions were coming closer and closer. The nurse examined me again—still only 1 cm. She said she would call the doctor to see what he wanted for me for pain relief. We tried one more position first. After a half hour, I started throwing up. She came in and said, “You were supposed to come get me if it got worse!” She called the doctor and he said I should get an epidural. The anesthesiologist came in a few minutes later. I was not a fan of his. He went on some story about epidurals and asked me a bunch of questions. He then tells me, “You need to sit up.” He stood there waiting. That was funny because I could not sit up alone! Steve and my mom hoisted me up and turned me. He said, “Only one of you can stay.” So my mom left the room. Steve held my hand and had me leaning over on him. The doctor started off telling me everything he was going to do. I was concentrating hard on holding still, because I was having really strong contractions. Then he stuck me without telling me and I jumped. He yelled, “You can’t do that!” I responded with, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were going to do that!” He finished and put 5 miles of tape on my back. I lay down, and my legs felt all warm and weird. I tried to move my right leg, and it felt tingling and barely moved. I tried to move my left and it was completely dead. I started feeling a lot better. Another OB came in and had to put in an internal monitor to watch my contractions and see how strong they were. He also put a scalp monitor in to watch Savannah’s heart rate. He said I was barely 1 cm. They said my contractions were pretty strong and only turned up my pitosin one more dose. I felt a lot better. Steve lay down on the uncomfortable chair, I tried to sleep and we turned down the lights. My mom kept getting up to check on things and take care of me. The nurse came in every hour or so to flip me over. Finally, around 3am, I was dilated 3 cm. At about 4am, I started feeling pressure with the contractions. I could not feel them at all before that. The nurse came in around five and I told her what I was feeling. She said that she thought I would say that and went to check me. I was hoping to be 7-8 cms, but she goes, “you’re complete!” I was really surprised and relieved because I was worried that if we made it to the morning, we may need a C-section. She went to call the doctor and she and Steve started moving stuff around and putting stuff up—I was mostly trying to breath through the contractions. She gets me into stirrups and says, “Let’s see what kind of pusher you are.” So the contraction comes and I push as hard as I can. It felt really good to push—it made the pressure stop. She said, “Wow, you are a really good pusher—I need to call the doctor.” She left and came back and said he was 5 minutes out. She said, “Ok, we will push one more time before he gets here—I told him you are a good pusher, so let’s do a good job.” I took a deep breath to get ready, and said, “I’m gonna peuk!” Steve put a bowl in front of me and I threw up. I kept saying, “I’m sorry!” The nurse said that it was ok because my body did the same thing as it would have if I had been pushing. Dr. Boveri came in and started putting on his scrubs and stuff and Steve told him, “It’s about time that you showed up!” He joked with him about how he got to sleep in his bed and he should have to sleep on the uncomfortable chair. Another contraction came and the nurse had me push. The Dr. said that I was a good pusher. Both of them kept running their finger around the baby’s head. Her heart rate kept dropping with the contractions, so I was a little worried. The doctor said that he thought the cord was around her neck. I pushed again and the doctor worked down there. Steve kept telling me to push harder and harder. My left leg kept popping out of the stirrup, but I couldn’t control it. Steve had to wrestle it back. The doctor said that he might have to make an incision on the next push. I pushed and her head came out. He told me not to push and my mom said, “Oh, Julie!” Then he told me to push again and the rest of her came out. He stuck Savannah up on my belly and chest and told Steve and I to dry her off. We were both just staring at her—he said, “You need to dry her off!” We both started wiping her and then the doctor had Steve cut the cord. Then they took her. The nurses were doing a bunch of stuff to her. The doctor delivered the placenta by pushing on my belly and pulling. Then he said he would put in “a few whipping stitches.” It felt weird as he tugged on the stitches. I heard the nurses say something about a first bath, and I also heard that her apgar scores were 8 and 9. She was 20 inches long and weighed 6 lbs 8 ounces. The doctor finished up and told me that we were great and congratulations on our new family. He said, “Make sure to send me a picture.” A bunch of people were in and out, moving things around and transforming the room back to normal. I remember seeing the nurse mopping the floor. After a while, they said I needed to breast feed and brought her to me. A nurse pretty much took my breast in one hand and the baby’s face in the other and stuck them together. She nurse for a little while and the lactation lady came and said we were doing wonderful and went over this big list with me. I heard very little of what she said—I was exhausted and out of it. They took Savannah to be examined. A pediatrician came and told us that she had a few angel kisses that would go away. She said that she was very healthy. The next few days, people came and visited in the evening and Steve and I hung around with Savannah during the day. On the day we left, they told us that she was jaundiced. The first night, she slept a lot because of the jaundice. Steve went to work the next day—he was working overtime—7 ten hour shifts. A nurse had to come to our house over the next few days to check her bilirubin level. We had to put her on a bilibelt. On Monday, my mom and I took her to the pediatrician and things looked better. We got to send the belt back. I was happy to have that thing gone. The first week was very hard for me. There was no rhyme or reason to her feeding schedule, I was scared to death that Steve was not going to get enough sleep and would have a problem at work. I also had a hard time learning to breast feed—especially with such a little baby. Things got better as the weekend came. Saturday morning, my back was killing me and I was getting the chills. My mom came over and told me to take my temperature. I was running fever. I called the doctor and he put me on antibiotics. My mom stayed over and took care of Savannah. She pretty much did everything—she would just hand her to me to eat and then take her back. My temperature went up to 102.5 that evening. My mom was really worried because I don’t usually run fever. Sunday, I was feeling a lot better and did not run fever all day. We even went to the grocery store. On Monday, my mom and I took Savannah back to the doctor. She had weighed 6 lbs 3 ounces the week before. She now weighed 7 lbs, 3 ounces! We were thrilled. I felt like things were finally coming into place. She was starting to sleep on more of a cycle, her weight was up, and she was beautiful! The pediatrician described her as a “healthy, robust little girl!”
Born 1/31/06 11:21pm
8 lbs, 5 oz, 18 1/2 in. long
I went to my OB appointment on Monday afternoon of my 41st week thinking that it would be pretty routine. But this was also the first time that they were going to do a Non-Stress Test. I was at this point one week overdue. Unfortunately, they detected a couple of dips in the baby’s heartbeat and a reduced amount of amniotic fluid. At that point, my doctor recommended that I be admitted right away to the hospital to begin induction. We weren’t prepared for this at all so my husband had to drop me off at the hospital and then drive home to pick up our bags and my Mom. He had to drive in L.A. rush hour traffic so I was at the hospital by myself for the first couple of hours.
They started me on Cervadil right away after admitting me and I started having contractions throughout the night. After 12 hours, I had only dilated to about 1 1/2 to 2 cm. It was the morning of January 31st and at that point, they moved me to a Labor and Delivery room and began a Pitocin drip. I was still determined to give birth without an epidural or meds. I had my husband, my Mom, and my Doula, Kristi, and felt that I could still give my baby boy the natural entrance into the world that I wanted for him with their help. At first I was doing well. And even as the contractions increased in intensity, I was able to ride them through with the help of my birth team, my hypnobirthing, and breathing techniques. But Pitocin contractions are not natural. And as the day made way into the evening and they increased the dosage, I was having very intense contractions one on top of the other to the point where there was no release before the other one began. At this point, I was in excruciating pain and demanded that they back off the dosage, give me an epidural, and wait for it to kick in before they proceed. After my epidural was administered, my doctor checked me for dilation and discovered that I was only 3 cm dilated. This was after approximately 27 hours of labor. I don’t know if it was that extended stress on my body or what, but at this point my blood pressure was elevated and there was protein spilling into my urine…also known as pre-eclampsia. Since the only cure for this is delivery and I was only 3 cm dilated, my doctor recommended that we deliver by c-section. After absorbing the fact that we had gotten to this point and that this was the best course for me and my baby, I surrendered to the process and they prepared me for the cesarian.
The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. I remember entering the operating room to the swirling sounds of nurses and doctors and Aretha Franklin playing in the background. I was pretty out of it from the drugs they administered and I remember just shutting my eyes and resting. And I remember my husband holding my hand through the whole thing. When they brought Aaron out into the world, someone held out a mirror so I could see him. He was crying practically before they could get him out of the womb. It took every ounce of concentration I had to fight the fuzziness from the drugs and take in everything about those first few moments that I could. Bob Marley’s “Exodus” was playing in the background at this point, which I thought was cool because it’s one of my favorite albums of all time. I remember thinking that he was incredibly beautiful even slathered in Varnix as he was. I remember that I thought even his cry was beautiful. And I remember my husband presenting him to me for the first time after they had cleaned him up and how even after just minutes after being born how alert and aware he was as he gazed at my husband with his big, intense eyes.
My husband stayed with him the whole time to comfort him between the time he was born and when they sewed me back up, took me to my room and brought him in to stay with us. It was not the entrance into the world I had hoped for him. And even as I write this, I mourn the fact that I wasn’t able to give him the natural transition into the world that I wanted for him. But he is beautiful and perfect and I’m just so thrilled that he’s finally with us and completely healthy! And I can’t believe how lucky I am that this beautiful little boy is ours.
Our first picture together
Going Home for the First Time
Our First Outing
Katies Birth Story !!!
Originally Posted by katie624