Nathaniel's birth story:
I wasn't supposed to have him until around the 22nd of January but I guess my body thought otherwise. I headed out Friday to my 37 week appointment and my blood pressure was kinda high. They checked it 4 times and the last time it was 168/108. Dr said that I had to go to the hospital for the weekend to be put on bed rest to get my pressure under control. I was also alittle surprised to find out that I was 3 cm dialated and 90% thinned out at this appointment. I swear I never even felt like I was having contractions. So I get to L&D around 5:00 PM and I am now 4 cm dialated. My blood pressure kept going up and it reached 221/113. The oncall dr decided they needed to induce me right away. So they started me on Pitocin. I was also on Magnesium (SP?) for my blood pressure and they were giving me another kind of blood pressure meds in my IV. I have 2 different IVs in. One in each arm. They liked to call me the TRAIN WRECK.
I was having some stronger contractions through out the night but nothing major. Then around 2:00 AM they decided to break my water for me. I didn't have an epidural at this point because I really didn't want to get one at all. It hurt alot to get that done and the Dr said I was very brave to have it done without an epidural. Once my water was broke those contractions were very painful and my blood pressure still wasn't going down. Around 3:00 AM the Dr suggested getting an epidural because sometimes it helps with the blood pressure issues. So I agreed but I was terrified to get it done. I swore it was going to hurt really bad but it didn't. I wa much happier now at this point. I even got some sleep.
I forgot to mention that before the epidural I tried to just use IV pain meds. It worked somewhat but I still felt the pain.
Well my OB made it to the hospital in time to deliver Nathaniel. He said that I needed to start pushing and he would also help me to deliver the baby. He tried to use the vacumm suction but it wouldn't work. So as I was pushing the Dr was using the forceps to deliver the baby. I swore that I wouldn't be able to get through the delivery but I did. The pain wa alot more than I realized it would be.
So Saturday morning January 5, 2008 at 8:41 AM Nathaniel Christopher was born. He weighed in at 6lbs 13 ozs and is 19 1/2 inches long.
Maryn’s Birth Story
Warning to Hypnobabies/Hynobirthing Mamas: pain mentioned, but I still consider this a positive natural childbirth story.
Saturday, January 5, I had irregular and non-painful pressure waves all day long. By about 4 pm they were 4-12 minutes apart. When they stayed that way through to bedtime, I figured probably something would happen that night. So I went ahead a baked a *****in’ batch of brownies for the L&D nurses. If you want the recipe, let me know, because, Lord, they were GOOD! Anyway, about 10 pm, Steve and I went to bed. As I’d had these types of surges the last 2 nights and they pretty much resolved during the day, I knew they were irritating and crampy in nature when lying down. So I propped myself up on pillows into a semi-reclined position and tried to snooze that way.
At 11:30 pm, during one of those non-painful surges, my eyes flew open when I felt and heard, a “pop-pop!” What a strange sensation. I wasn’t quite sure the sound actually came from me! But then a few moments later, I felt a warm trickle. I said, “Oh! Steve! I think my water just broke!” And I got up and went to the bathroom to make sure it was clear. It was, so I went to lie down again. I told Steve to go back to sleep and we’ll just see if something doesn’t kick in soon. Within 10 minutes, I knew things were truly starting to kick in. I got up and called my doula, Ginny, and let her know the situation, then situated myself over my birthing ball in the living room and put on one of my Hypnobabies scripts. After a few surges this way, Steve came into the living room and said he was going to get up and get things ready – he couldn’t sleep. I started to get a little uncomfortable, and wondered if sitting on the ball and leaning against my bed would be better. So I moved back into my bedroom with the ball and tried that. Not much better, but I started using my light switch and going to off with each pressure wave. That helped. I still wasn’t terribly uncomfortable at all at any rate. Ginny arrived at about 12:30 am. I reviewed the peace, release and deepening cues with her and she jumped right in without hesitation. Soon, I started draping myself over the ball again and that was nicer. We moved back out to the living room for more space. Steve said my surges were 1-2 minutes in length, but they seemed much shorter. By this time, I’d listened to the Birthing Day Affirmations and the Easy 1st Stage scripts and didn’t feel like hearing them again. So I put on the music I’d complied – mostly some quiet Christmas music.
We worked through surges this way until about 1:30 am. Then they started changing in nature. They were coming in groups of 3s, were short and started to get strong. I started needing to vocalize and chose, “AHHHHHHH!!!!” I also noticed that I liked leaning on the couch arm or the dining table and having Ginny put pressure on my back. Then I started to notice my legs were shaking as I worked through each surge. So at that point, I thought, “Hmmmmm….could this really be transformation already? Damn! I wish I knew how far along I was! Maybe we’d better get to the hospital and see.” I was started to get worried about a very uncomfortable car ride, really! So I let Ginny and Steve know that maybe we should go. I put on the Birthing Affirmations script again and away we went. I had about 3 surges in the car and said the peace and release cues to myself. It went much better than I thought it would.
We arrived at the ER entrance. They tried to get me into a wheelchair to transport me up to L&D, but I refused to sit down. I couldn’t imagine working through a surge in the sitting position! The RN who took us up to L&D was named Steven. He was very nervous I was going to give birth on the long walk to L&D! We had to stop about 5 times on the way up and work through some surges. They were good, strong pressure waves, but I was doing great with them and cracking jokes in between.
Checking in at triage took entirely too long in my opinion. We were finally taken back but I was only allowed one support person with me. I left Ginny in the waiting room – a mistake, in retrospect, but I couldn’t imagine Steve not being with me. The surges were getting very strong now, but I had my script on and was working through them. I trotted down to the bathroom and gave them their blessed urine specimen, working through a surge in the restroom on my own. When I got back to the bed, I had a whopper of a surge and got my hands and knees for it. As I was turning around to let them check me and put on monitors, I said, “If I’m only 2 centimeters……..!” They laughed and said, “You won’t be!” The RN, Shannon, checked me and said, “You’re 2!” I said, “What??” She said, “No, you’re 7!” I couldn’t believe it! As the surges were VERY strong now, I was very thankful to be 7. Sometime in all this the baby’s heartbeat dropped down to the 80’s, but soon recovered. The RN, Bethany, was concerned. I knew she was OK though.
But now I was starting to loose control. They let Ginny in, but it was too late. I walked as fast as I could between surges to the labor room. As I walked into it, I had a surge and immediately went onto hand and knees on the floor beside the bed. When that resolved, I tried to get up into the bed as fast as I could. I had another surge right away and I was on hands and knees on the bed. This was VERY intense and I cried to , “I’m scared! I’m scared!” She reassured me all was OK, I was fine and baby was fine. There was an intense pressure/pain in my back, butt, sacrum. The monitors went on and I went for a semi-reclined position on my right side. Since Dr. B was still on his way in, the resident doctor standing by checked me when I lay down. I was 9 or 10, I don’t remember. But I started needing to bear down, I guess, so I did.
Bethany Bethany said it was up to me now. They were there for me but they were not going to coach me. I should do what I felt I needed to do. I was later on so impressed with how well she perceived what I wanted in my birthing and ensured I got it. We hadn’t had time to present our birth preferences.
The pain was no longer in the uterus, but deep and low in my pelvis/sacrum. Bearing down felt like the right thing to do but it didn’t really feel better, if that makes sense. Another resident doctor came into the room. The first was the intern, the 2nd was the supervising 3rd year. I knew her from my hospital. She’s a very good resident and I was glad to see her. I didn’t say anything to her but at one point, she told the intern to just leave me be – she’d been applying perineal pressure. I liked that idea! I’d been too preoccupied to say that that was annoying. The baby’s heartbeat dove with each contraction, but I was not too concerned – baby would be here soon, somehow! And I knew the R3 was keeping a close watch.
Dr. B arrived and I kept bearing down. I’d bear down to a certain point where I felt the baby’s head press against some pelvic structure toward the back. I knew if I dared to bear down longer and harder that there would be even more pain. Finally, I got up the nerve and bore down harder and longer. And I was right, the pain was even more. Then there was the ring of fire! That pain was unbelievable! Even in that pain, I organized my thoughts and committed to bearing down hard and long in order to get this over with. Then Maryn’s head came out. The fire was still there! Then her body spilled out (the oddest sensation ever) and the pain was immediately gone! Dr. B had her cord cut in no time flat and she was on my belly. I cried, “Oh, oh, oh! Oh, I love you!” and I kissed her and dried her and loved her. Steve was to my right and we loved her together and laughed. It was absolutely a beautiful moment. The moments of my children’s births were the best moments in my life. I doubt they will be topped.
Dr. B took plenty of time collecting blood for the cord blood storage kit. That was fine since I felt absolutely wonderful. When he was done with that, he gave a little tug on the cord and ouch, the placenta delivered. He was worried about the bleeding I was having, so besides the 20 units of pitocin I had injected in my thigh,
, also a trauma nurse, had an IV in my right wrist lightening fast and I had 10 more units by IV. Dr. B then stitched up a small 2nd degree perineal laceration. That took maybe 2 minutes. Then he massaged my uterus and cleared out some clots. That sucked a little. Then I was all done! From 7 cm to completely dilated in about 10 minutes. I pushed for about 9 minutes. I’d had my natural child birth and I was so very, very satisfied and I felt so very wonderful. Bethany
Sometime during the cord blood collection/placenta delivery, etc, Maryn went to the warmer and got cleaned up a little. Then
put her on the scale and she was pronounced to be 9 pounds 11 ounces. I said, “No way! Weigh her again!” But it was true. Maryn was a very large baby. I’d had no idea she’d be bigger than Kai was. Both my belly and I were smaller this pregnancy, so I thought. Bethany
Maryn Ann was born 1/6/08 at 3:14am, weighing 9# 11oz, Apgars 9 and 9, 19 inches long. She had a 14 inch head.
Maryn is named for Steve’s Oma, Mary. But we also just like the name too. In Latin, it means “of the sea.” Coincidentally, Kai means “ocean” in the Polynesian languages. Ann is for Steve’s sister, Ann.
My postpartum recovery has been a breeze. I feel so very much better than I did after Kai’s birth. I don’t have perineal swelling or hemorroids. My bottom doesn’t bother me at all. My tummy in involuting rapidly and I feel just great! And all that pelvic discomfort I had antepartum has disappeared. There is some public bone soreness still, but no where near as bad as before the birth.
Maryn is a big eater. That’s the only postpartum complaint I have really. Not that she eats to much and so often, but that my nipples are so sore. When she first latches, I just want to faint. My toes curl, my eyes widen and I suck in my breath. Well, I’m also quite sleep deprived because of all this nursing. I’m hoping she will work it all out to a more manageable “schedule” soon.
Kai thinks having a baby at home is pretty neat, most of the time. I can tell that sometimes he’s feeling put aside at times. This morning he was crying and wanted me to put the baby to bed and be with him. I felt so very sad for him. It broke my heart. So I unlatched Maryn and put her down for a little while. She did alright. And Kai felt better.
The evening after Maryn’s birth, I was walking the hospital hallways, stretching my legs and missed a visit from our L&D nurse, Bethany. She told Steve, who was in the room and watching over Maryn, that she and the other L&D nurses wished they had a video of my birthing so show other moms. They thought it was a perfect, natural birthing. “The way it should be,” she said. I’m so, so proud of that.
Joshua Alexanders Birth Story
I was induced on Tuesday at 4.30pm after going to my regular midwife appt and finding i was measuring only 33cm... they sent me for a U/S and discovered the fluid around baby was low so they thought my waters might have been leaking. After an internal they found that they weren't so decided to induce me.
The first lot of gel was put in at 4.30pm and then they put a second lot in at 10.30pm. after the second lot i was contracting every 3-4 minutes, i was given painkillers and sent to the ward to sleep. I slept for an hour and then woke up with the contractions but wasnt able to have any more pain killers. At 7.30am i was sent up to delivery suite and hooked up to monitors to moitor my and J's blood pressure and hearbeat.
The doctor then came in at around 8.30am and i was 3cm dilated so they broke my waters. After that the contractions were really painful and i warned my midwife that i wanted an epidural. She then sent for the anasthesiologist (sp?) who arrived at 10am. THANK GOD!!!
At 12pm i was feeling pressure to push, my midwife just told me to go with the flow and if i pushed i pushed. At 1pm they decided to get me to push properly. I was pushing for 15minutes and the midwife decided we needed to get a doctor to come help because J's heartbeat was dropping with every contraction. After pushing for another half an hour his head was nearly out but i was having trouble with the last little bit.
It hurt like hell as he was coming out because his arm was up by his head, felt like i was splitting in two...
I heard the doctor say something about an episotimy and i shouted no, he laughed and said 'ah well you better get this baby out then.' So i pushed with everything i had and eventually his head AND his arm came out- like superman. Another push and he was out. He was put on my chest and after the cord was cut he was quickly given some oxygen and hen he was fine!!
He weighed in at 6lb 12oz and measured just slightly over 21cm...
I didnt have to have an episotomy and i didnt tear at all!
I had my son, Xyander Leroy, on Sunday 1/6/08 @ 10:23am via c-section!!
My waterbroke saturday morning when I woke up around 12ish, I stood up out of the bed and it was pouring down my legs.... So i called the doctor took a shower and headed to the hospital. They hooked me up and tested me and sure enough my water was definetly broken... and still pouring out i might add at this point.
I get a room and they give me magnesium sulfate for my BP because its been really high and they needed it to come down. The thing with the mag is that they give it to you to stop labor if you are too early so i have to get a pitocin drip as well....... (oh yeah and dont forget the penicillin drip because i tested positive for Group B Strep...)
So contrax are starting and things are going alright but kind of slow because the 2 meds are counteracting eachother. But im going and going through the night with contrax and upping of my pitocin and im breathing and doing what i need to do. I did end up getting some Nubane for the pain, which let me get a little sleep between the contrax but not much.
So he comes in and checks me again to see how my progression is going and im at 4 so he ups the pitocin AGAIN and we wait another 2 hours to see how far I get....
WELL my contrax just stop... all together just decide they are done and dont want to come any longer... and mind you my pitocin drip is already up reptty high. So after the 2 hours he comes and checks me again... no change. so C-Section it is... the baby is fine and everything but I am not longer progressing so we want to get that baby out!
So i get prepped for surgery and get my spinal (not fun) and Xyander is born on Saturday 1/6/08 @ 10:23 am. He weighed 6lbs 10 oz and was 20 inches long!!!
Were finally home now... got home today early release because i couldnt stand being there anymore. and im still kinda out of so I know theres more I could have said to make anything make sense but right now... thats all I got.
My emotions are pretty messed up right now with my pain and body all messed up and dealing with the baby... but hes healthy and doing great so thats what matters!!
Sorry its so late...but here it is:
Thursday jan.3rd we were only half a fingertip dilated:
So Friday jan. 4th i had been having contractions all day at work that were averaging about 2-4 minutes apart, but were bearable, by the time i got home they had gotten worse. Around 4pm I called my dr and he said that contractions should get worse as the day goes on and that since i was only half a fingertip the day before, it was probably just early or false labor...but if it would make me feel better to come in and be monitored then come on in...DH and i left, thinking we would be home that night so we didnt take anything with us. On the 45 minute ride down (in traffic) the contractions continued to get worse and by the time we got to the hospital, i could barely walk...they were going to put me in the NST lab and I asked if i could use the bathroom...she said yeah...low and behold my water had broken...so much for the contractions not doing anything...the dr checked me and i was 4cm...I can't lie...labor sucked...i was in so much pain and was so uncomfortable and because i kept tensing up with the contractions i was hindering everything from working correctly. Finally after 12.5 hours of active labor i was dilated to 10 and could push...too bad his head was too high up and the last epi they gave me was so strong i couldnt feel a thing! So my dr shut off the epi and said i had to push without it...WHAT! i was in so much pain in the front and back. THe back of his head was up against my spine and he still wasnt moving and wasnt taking too kindly to my pushing...so the dr came to me and said the safest thing to do is take him by c-section...so at 7:36am on January 5th Evan was born via c-section...He weighed in at 7lbs 5ozs and was 21 inches long. there was meconium in the AF so he was taken to the Special Care nursery for a few hours...The recovery for me has been pretty hard...was sick in the hospital and i have still had troubles going to the bathroom...but its gradually getting better! Everyone is home and things are running smoothly! Thanks for all the well wishes ladies!
I woke up at 7:30 on Wednesday, Jan. 9th and when I got up my water broke. I knew instantly what had happened, even though it wasn’t a full rupture. My underwear was soaked. There as no smell but it was yellow-ish in color. But just to make sure it was my water, I laid back down for 20 minutes and when I got up, there was another gush. So I called DH to warn him that he’s probably going to have to home but I just wanted to call the midwives first. I called and she confirmed that it sounded like my water but it also sounded like there was meconium in it. It was 8:30 and she said it didn’t sound urgent so at 9am call the office and see what time they wanted me to come in. So I told DH to head home and call the office and they said no rush but come in as soon as DH got home. At this point I had started to contract regularly at 4minutes apart but they weren’t very strong. We finally left the house around 10am. When we got there, of course I had to see the one and only midwife I had never met before. Luckily she was great though and I loved her immediately! She checked me and confirmed my water had broken and there was lots of meconium in it. At this point I had noticed that it changed to more of a greenish-yellow. I was still 2cm and about 80% effaced. She then asked if we had my bags in the car because I was going to have this baby today! She wanted me to head straight to the hospital to start an induction. We got to the hospital around noon and only waited about 5 minutes before being put in a room. The room was huge! And it had a fairly decent size room attached to it for them to work on the baby when he was born.
The very first nurse to check us in was a sweetheart but then for whatever reason another nurse came in and kicked her out… of course she wasn’t as nice L She was kinda nasty and wouldn’t let us take one last belly shot…. And I had to use the bathroom for one last BM but nope she was yelling at me because she wanted to hook me up NOW. That didn’t start the day off too well. Thank God after maybe 2 hours, her shift was over and we got another amazing nurse. So I was all checked in and given an IV. My midwife came in and checked me again and said I was now at 3cm and 90% effaced… so at least I was making some progress on my own! They then started the pitocin. The midwife then officially broke the rest of my bag of waters so that I could be given an amnio-infusion. That was a little weird. I had this thing delivering constant liquid straight up into my uterus to flush and thin out the meconium. At this point a monitor was also put on the baby’s head to monitor his heart rate because the ones on my stomach just weren’t cutting it.
The contractions (obviously) kept getting stronger but I was managing just fine. At a certain point I had asked if they were going to get much stronger and the midwife said no this is about it and I was so excited because even though they hurt, I could manage through them…. That didn’t last. They just kept getting stronger and stronger and finally I kept feeling like I was going to pass out during the contractions so I asked for the epidural. I am really proud of myself though because the nurses kept asking if I wanted different narcotics to take the edge off and I just outright refused. So despite me not having everything I had hoped and dreamed for, I was able to manage that J So after about a half an hour the anesthesiologist came in and gave me the epidural around 4pm. It was hard to sit up with everything hanging out of me and every time I moved, there was this incredible amount of liquid just pouring out. I certainly made a mess of my midwife’s shoes! Once I sat up the contractions were more manageable. And I still say, 6 days later that if I would have been able to get up and move around, I think I would have been able to manage without an epidural…. But I was restricted to lying on my back.
The epidural didn’t hurt at all. I was so afraid of getting one but at the worst there was just a lot of pressure. I was also afraid that I wasn’t going to be able to sit still during the contractions but it was so much easier than I thought. After the epidural, I was given a catheter. I also had the blood pressure cuff permanently hooked up to me. I was uncomfortable as uncomfortable can be! But the epidural kicked in quickly and for that I was so happy! It didn’t last long though. Because I was laying down, they kept turning me from my left to right side time to time so that I wouldn’t’ be flat on my back. At 5:30, after about 90 minutes I was checked again and this time was 7cm….. 4 cm in an hour and a half! I was so excited to say the least!
After awhile I started to gradually feel the contractions again, but they were really way down low and kept getting stronger. They had the anesthesiologist come in about 5 or 6 times because they just kept getting stronger and he basically insisted it was all in my head. Well eventually they were back full force and 10x worse than they were before. But it was strange because they didn’t feel like the ones I had felt before the epidural. This time they were accompanied by sooo much pressure and pain down below. I wasn’t feeling anything in my uterus. I don’t know if because they returned so suddenly and strongly or if it was the pitocen but I had a major freak-out moment for about 20 minutes. The contractions were so strong, I just couldn’t catch my breath and there was less than a minute rest in between them. They were just one right on top of another and I never got a chance to recover from one when I had another. I was literally screaming and involuntarily crying during them.
At this point the midwife sat me up look at the epidural saw all this fluid on my back and got pissed off. I also had full feeling back in both of my legs. She got the Dr. back in and demanded that he put another one in because it was out. And again he was like no it’s not out, she’s just wet from amniotic fluid. I was so glad she did that but again I had no clue how I was going to sit still through another one. And the doctor was getting pissed off at me because I was in pain and he didn’t want to redo the epidural. I don’t know how but somehow they managed to sit me up again, which just made the pain worse. I was screaming bloody murder. I felt bad for the midwife because she had never met me before and I really don’t think she knew how to handle me. The nurse I had was so amazing and comforting; she never once scolded me for screaming unlike the doctor. She never said a word, she just took my head and put it to her chest and breathed with me and it was so comforting that I was able to sit through the second epidural.
I also have to say that throughout this whole entire thing my husband was so incredibly amazing. I know I could not have done it without him. He got me through each and every contraction. He just kept telling me to look in his eyes and it was the only thing that calmed me and gave me strength. He never left my side, not for a second. Except when they did the epidural, the Dr. told him to sit down because they have had one too many men pass out during it!
The epidural finally started to kick in again and I went completely numb. I couldn’t feel anything. I was in heaven. At that point I think the midwife I had first had decided to call another one that I knew and was familiar with. I was surprised that they switched in the middle of a shift but in the end was so glad. Of course the other midwife was the one I was having all the problems with in the last month… but couldn’t have asked for anyone better to deliver my baby. She got there and said kick up the pitocen, we’re having this baby tonight. This particular midwife is rough around the edges and really firm and that’s what I had needed all along.
At around 7:30 I was checked again and was 9 3/4cm. But the baby’s heart rate kept dropping into the 80’s & 90’s every time I had a contraction so she left the room to start getting the team together. The nurse said at any time, because I’m so numb, even if I feel the slightest bit of pressure, to let them know. Not ten minutes later that I felt it and sure enough his head was right there. I was told whatever I do, there would be no coughing, sneezing, laughing, or blowing my nose! They started setting up the room and my midwife started having me push. With less than an hour of pushing, he was out! The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. And even with the epidural, my god did it hurt when I delivered his shoulders! I felt myself tear. What I find weird though it that my favorite part, and the most memorable is delivering his shoulder because I knew that that was it, my baby was here and it was all over! I cried the second he was out and then I cried again when I finally heard his cries.
I didn’t get to see him until about 10 minutes later. They whisked him away to make sure everything was okay. His apgars were 9 & 9.5, which was surprising. Michael Henry was born at 8:51pm on January 9th. He weighed 8lbs 1oz and was 20 ½ inches long, with a 14 inch head! It was pure heaven when I finally got to hold him! That didn’t last long though (only about 5 minutes) because he wasn’t really crying and they got concerned so they had to take him to the nursery so suction out his lungs. DH got to go with him and they only suctioned out his lungs twice and then he was okay. In the meantime I was bleeding profusely and they couldn’t figure out why and the midwife couldn’t find my placenta? It took some time but I finally delivered it and got stitched up. My midwife said I just shredded on the inside so she made a very tiny cut on the outside that only required one stitch. My insides were a mess though and she had a hell of a time stitching me up because she couldn’t find the top of the tear. She told the other midwifes that I just exploded… hmm so that’s were all this pain is coming from!
I finally was reunited with my baby around midnight, after we got to our room and I wasn’t able to feed him for the first time until 4am when someone came in to assist me. I had swore for two days after that I would never have children again but I’m so incredibly in love with my little guy that, even though I may wait a few years, I haven’t sworn off childbirth forever!
All in all, even though I didn’t the experience I wanted. I did what was best for my baby and I’m okay with that. I was at least able to deliver him vaginally and for that I am grateful!
I'm home and settling in & doing great! Or as great as I can be being a FTM, lol - had a little rough first night home last night but I'm confident that we'll adjust quickly. Not sure how much I will be around like I used to - this child has quite the appetite and I have to learn to type single handedly. LOL
Anywho, as you all know I had a scheduled NST last Friday due to Pre-E concerns. I had a different on-call doctor than I talked to the weekend before who turned out to the the doctor that delivered my sister's twins! & he's awesome. I showed light contractions on NST but nothing regular. We re-tested urine & blood and my OB doc was right protein had went back up to 200s but blood test was still "normal" which was still odd and concerning with my swelling. And also this on call doc went over my file and was concerned about Caleb's size and my ability to have him vaginally if I didn't induce anyway. So at that point to prevent further complications that's what we decided on. I got into the room just in time for my soap opera (Noon 30 for Y&R) while waiting for him to come from doing a different C-section delivery to get started on my show.
I was checked on dilation and still sat at a measly 1.5cm so to be on the safe side he wanted to start with Cervadil & leave it in overnight to soften my cervix. That was inserted about 7pm Friday night. 8am rolls around and the Cervadil is removed & I'm checked again. Dilated to a 3 & starting regular but painless contractions but only about 7-10mins apart. They start the Pitocin around 9am (checked for dilation again & to a 4 plus my full plug came out) that did make my contractions more intense and closer but still not really all that painful. Just had to breathe my way through them. About 10am the doctor himself (a different on call doctor this day) comes in to break my water but not before trying to scare me into a C-section which pissed me off. "You are aware the risk of a section with induction, and shoulder distocia (sp?) etc etc with birthing a big baby vaginally... you sure you want to do this or don't just want to skip this part and do a C?" Yes I'm sure!! ... Of course at this time I was still thinking he couldn't be bigger than 9lbs. (ROFL!!).
I felt like I was in the movie Coneheads, it was the most weirdest feeling ever!! This uncontrollable pee that wouldn't stop. In fact I could honestly say it all it felt like it broke a total of THREE times... it popped and gushed once... felt another pop and more gushing that went on for at least 15-20 mins. After this my contractions slowly became more intense pain wise and closer together. I can't remember the name of the med but I did a pain med drip first to get me through an hour just felt the contraction irritation & couldn't sleep. The nurse asked if I wanted an epidural and I said I wanted to try to wait - the anesthesiologist was going to be another hour anyway and asked for another dose of the med drip. That time it didn't work and had to vocalize my way through the contractions which were 2-3 mins apart at that time. When I got the epidural (which was actually 2 hours later, noonish) I was in the mindset of being calm, quiet and just let them know when I was contracting cause I was off the monitor and as it turned out my tattoo was not an issue, in fact the epi went in the center of it where it was blank... perfect!! Once it started to kick in I barely felt a "pop" and said "I can't tell if I'm peeing or if it's more fluids" LOL
The nurse was shocked how much fluids was releasing as she was there for the original rupture - my U/S from the week before showed AF normal level. Anywho, I felt great - thanked everyone, and was told at the rate I was dilating that they didn't expect me to be ready to deliver until 5-7pm so I said well in the meantime I going to sleep while I can. The same nurse told me that if I started to feel pressure like I needed a BM that likely means that I'm ready to go just in case but wasn't likely to notice it until later. I only slept a little over 2 hours and about 20 mins after I woke up I *thought* the exact pressure she was talking about. So I waited and sure enough I felt it again and looked at the monitor & realized it was aligning with my contractions. Again the same nurse (my now delivering nurse) came in just at the time and I told her and she checked me and her exact words were "This is unbelievable, you are ready to go!!" I was soooo excited. But then she said I had to try and hold if off a little 'cause the doc was in another delivery but shouldn't be too much longer. I told her I couldn't make any promises 'cause they were getting closer together and the feeling stronger.
5 til 3pm she said let's get his head into your pelvic area so we're good to go when doc get here. She explained to me once what to do when pushing (take a deep breath, release, deep breath, hold, & bare down like I'm taking a crap for 10 seconds and repeat breath/hold 3 times per contraction)... I did great for no birth class lol 3 contracts (about 5 mins later) his head was *there*. I couldn't believe it, and Doug was all "oh man, you've got to see this" and of course I was curious & the nurse brought a mirror in for me and I watched the rest of my birth. When the doc came in the first thing he did was turn the TV on to the UK basketball game. Luckily I was between contraction and just laughed so hard. Doug had said he thought it would be cool that Caleb was born on a UK game day, plus my sister & BIL was at this game, and they later won! So I was delivering, watching myself deliver, and watching a basketball game for 25 mins before he was out and on my stomach. I cried my eyes out, I just couldn't believe he was here.
For being a d!ck about continuing the induction, he followed my birth plan wonderfully!! No episiotomy, and I *didn't* tear... just 2 minor lacerations one on each side that required one stitch each in which I also watched during. Delayed corded cutting as I'd requested, no warmer. I got to hold him for 20 mins before they wiped him up & weighed him in (when the scale hit 10.00, UK had just won in double OT & my first thought was "No freaking way!" ROFL). They then handed him to me and he nursed for 30 mins first try and latched perfectly. Again my delivering RN was just amazed at how well my delivery had went and how great Caleb was doing for being so new. Her words were "I honestly believe you could have delivered bigger!" ... Uh, no thanks!!
However for being on the bigger side, he had low blood sugar which was normal and BFing wasn't bringing it up quick enough so they brought him to the nursery and supposedly just did a cup feed which helped double it. It wouldn't have bothered me if I knew for sure that was the only time it was done but the nurse and Doug kept on trying to pressure me to let them do it to "sleep through" feedings so he and I could sleep at night. I don't think so!! I kept telling them to bring him to me for feeding at night but I'm certain they kept him long on purpose once. :P We also in the end have to wait on circumcision 'cause there's a blood disorder from my dad's side of the family that I was tested for but there's no record of it and the pediatrician didn't feel comfortable going through with it just at the slight risk of bleeding to death case so we have to wait a few months to get Caleb tested unless I can find mine (which I'm not supposed to have to record of, my OB office is GRR). They also thought he may have had a heart murmur but we went to cardiology at children's hospital today to get that tested and he's completely normal.
Oh... HIS HEARING IS PERFECT!
I was so concerned that my hearing loss was genetic but it isn't. I think that's everything. I know the end of all this is a little mix of info but all I know is my boy is healthy (well there's a concern of jaundice now but that's normal in newbies too) and we're home safe & sound. Here's some pics:
In the hospital "crib":
Dressed for hospital photo (signed up for web nursery, waiting for it to come up):
Caleb's a sleepy booby baby LOL
And from today, during his alert moments he always looks more terrified than curious... isn't it adorable? LOL
Andie.// Proud Single Mom & Aunt
Starting my fitness journey over!
Grayson Jeffrey's Birth Story
Born @ 10:14 7 lbs. 15 ozs. 20.5 inches long
Apgar 9 and 9
I went in for the scheduled induction Wed. night. They hooked me up to the contraction machine and started my IV. around 10 pm or so. The nurse checked me and I was 2 cm dialated. She called dr to see how much of the softening med to give me and when to insert it. At midnight she came in to insert the pill, only 1/4 of a dose that they normally give b/c he didn't want me to go into active labor in the middle of the night. I started having contractions ever 2-3 minutes from there on. They were uncomfortable, but bareable. They also gave me a sleeping pill...that didn't do anything. Dh was sleeping peacefully while I was tossing and turning...go figure!
At 4:20 am I felt a big gush...not sure if my water broke, or if I had an accident, I didn't want to wake dh up, so I called the nurse and told her. She came in and checked me and the paper didn't turn, but she did a physical exam, and out came more liquid! From then on I started having intense contractions 1-3 minutes apart. All back labor. OUCH! I waited until 6:30 or so to ask for some pain meds. I got that right away, but it didn't do anything. At that time they also started pitocin. My dr. was supposed to be in at 7:30 to break my water (even though it happened on its own earlier) so when he got there, he checked me and ordered the epi. Go figure, the only drug dr. was in a c-section.
They were going to up my pitocin but decided against it since I was progressing quickly and he wanted to make sure I got my epi! Around 9 or so I finally got it. At 10 the nurse came in and checked me and said I was ready. They got things ready, Dr. came in street clothes and had me give a practice push...he yelled to stop, and he got his dr garb on.
The epi had done wonders and I couldn't feel a thing. I actually had to tell the nurse to tell me when to push b/c I couldn't feel a thing! I pushed through 3 contractions and Grayson was born. The cord was around his neck, but he was perfect!
I didn't have any stiches, or pain. Afterwards. Just the normal bfing contractions afterwards.
Now a week later...Grayson has gained 6 oz and is healthy. I ended up going back to the dr. for an emergancy appt b/c something wasn't right. I had the chills, a lot of pressure and pain in my uterus, and I kept on almost passing out. They did some blood work and my white blood cell count was highly elevated, meaning infection. I have a uterin infection, but we caught in very early on, so everything will be fine. I'm starting to get stronger as the day goes on.
Married to Jeff 2/26/2005
Mom to Riley 12/5/2005, Grayson 1/10/2008 and Liam 11/14/09
Well, sorry I am so late in posting this but I think as you read you will understand why LOL.
My birth story actually begins the day prior to checking in to the hospital due to leaking amniotic fluid on January 6th, 2008 at 9:30p.m. ........
Saturday morning January 5th, I woke up at 7:30a.m. to find my husband on the couch begging me to take him to the emergency room. He had been up since 3a.m. having sharp stabbing pains in his abdomen. We took him to the ER where we arrived at 8:30a.m. and after a few hours and lab work and a CAT scan we found out that it was his appendix! Being so emotional already this threw me over the edge. I broke down crying several times to several different people as we did not have any insurance to cover him until Febuary 1st so I was terribly worried about our finanical state! It's not like the surgery could wait or this was planned so at around 4:45p.m. they removed his appedix and he remained in the hospital until Sunday morning January 6th when he was discharged about 8:30a.m. I had not stayed the night at the hospital as I had been there all day and everyone knew that I was in desperate need for some sleep ......
Later Sunday January 6th, I started leaking what I thought and what turned out to be amniotic fluid. It started out as just a trickle, then turned in to a drip and then when we were on our way to the hospital around 9p.m. I had my gush. At this point I was sure that this was amniotic fluid and was glad we were on the way to the hospital (even though I was already tired of spending time there LOL). Once there, they confirmed that I was indeed leaking fluid and kept me to start the pitocin at 7a.m. Monday morning January 7th.
I had been totally up front with my doctor from the beginning that I literally had ZERO pain tolerance so that my yelling and screaming when it came time for labor and delivery would be expected. At around 11a.m. I was in so much pain that they gave me a very large dose of demmorol to ease the pain and let me rest. Just prior to giving me the pain medicine, I was only dialated to a 2. About 45 minutes later (so I am told .... thank goodness I do not remember a lot during this time!) they came in to give me my epi ..... I do remember not even being sure if I could be still enough for them to give the epi but I managed to thank goodness!
At 1:30p.m. or so I had already dialted to an 8. My doctor said that I was in so much pain I was not allowing myself to relax enough prior to the pain meds to dialate easily. At 2:30p.m. I began pushing and I never in a million years would have thought how easily you would tire out during this process!! At 3:30p.m. they sent for my doctor as I was in WAY too much pain again and Chase was face up and trying to come out sideways.
When the doctor arrived I managed to push Chase down enough so that they could use a vaccuum to help me get him delivered. I also had to have an episiotomy in order to get him out.
Richard Chase was born FINALLY at 4:24p.m. and had a major cone head going on. He had a little bit of breathing problems for the first few minutes but was fine after that and never had to visit the NICU.
Chase and I (and daddy too!) are all doing great now. It has just been so hectic with both of us trying to heal from 2 weeks ago when this all began. My mom has been a god-send to both of us as she has been helping with Chase and playing nurse to both my husband and myself.
Pictures to follow soon!!! There is one already online here:
He is the only baby listed so far there as being born on the 7th although I know that they had 11 babies born on that day!
He weighed in at 7 lbs and 5 ozs and was 21 inches long (with the cone head).
Well, after being pregnant for 3 years I finally had my induction date scheduled for January 10th (EDD January 3rd). Bags were packed, DH got off work early and we were ready to walk out the door. We just had to make a quick phone call to make sure the L&D had a bed open... They Didn't! This was at 2pm, we called back at 4pm, we called back at 7:30pm, we called back at 10pm, we called back at 8am.... at this point I was fed up. I called my OB and they said to come in at 2pm if we hadn't heard anything (and of course we didn't). I went in and they ran some tests to check on Sophia, everything looked good until we did the ultrasound to check on the fluid level. The Doctor said it should be an 8, but it was actually a 2.8. I had two of the Doctors call and try to get me in, but they still had no beds available. Finally, that evening around 6:30pm we got a call asking if we could come in around 8pm. Thrilled, we grabbed a bite to eat and headed in.
We got into a room and started my cervadil pretty quickly. They started my IV, took some blood and gave me ambient to sleep. I wish I could say it worked, but with them coming in every hour to readjust my monitors I didn't get much sleep. Well the next morning they started my pitocin and everything was going quite smoothly. We were listening to the iPod and goofing around when the contractions started getting more intense (I was only dilated to 1). I didn't want an epidural, at least not yet, so they gave me some pain meds through my IV. That only lasted an hour and now the contractions really hurt because they kept upping the pitocin. They gave me some more IV meds but they weren't working and I was trying to so hard just to breathe through. Finally after talking to the nurse I decided to get the epidural, and much to my surprise it didn't hurt (maybe because I was already in so much pain?). I started to get some relief pretty quickly, but my left hip never went numb. The pain just kept increasing and eventually the pain in my hip equalled the pain I felt before the epi. They tried a new pain med through my IV, but it didn't help so they decided to redo the epidural. They removed the old one and stuck me again (still no pain) but this time it went into a vein. She tried to fix it but ended up having to do it a third time. Finally, Finally, some relief. I was able to joke and laugh again with my family.
After a couple hours and some more dilation they were having trouble getting Sophia's heartbeat on the monitor and were worried the contractions were too strong for her. They attempted an internal monitor but couldn't get it to stick (they think because of her hair). At this point they wanted to stop my contractions, so I got a lovely shot of terbutaline (bleh), stopped my pitocin, put me on oxygen and continued to try for the internal monitor. Finally they got it right and I laid there for an hour just waiting. Eventually they started everything back up and Sophia seemed to be doing just fine.
A few more hours later I was dilated to 9, then 10!. I started feeling some pressure, but no real urge to push. We decided to just wait and let my uterus do some more work to get her down before I started pushing. Finally it was go time... I had my mom holding one leg and my husband holding the other. I got a few good pushes out with mostly just pressure. but as she descended further we realized why I was experiencing to much back pressure/pain... Sophia was sunny side up. On came the pain, but I still had some relief in between pushes... that didn't last long. *Side Note - being that I was 41 wks I knew she wasn't going to be small. I was so worried that after all this labor I was going to need a C-section.* Eventually she descended down in between my pelvis bone and we knew then that she was going to come out, but you couldn't have told me anything at that point to make me feel better. I had no relief when pushing and no relief when not... and it seemed to last forever. I couldn't feel any progression, but the nurse assured me she was coming out. The mid-wife came in and I finally knew the end was in sight. The funny thing was that every time they looked away I would push harder and when they turned back around I could tell they were impressed.
Out came her head... relief... then the shoulders... relief... The next thing I knew I was looking at this beautiful baby (who had decided to turn face down right at the end)... she was mine and they placed her on my chest and the world was perfect. They took her to the heater and while the mid-wife was removing the placenta I asked her if I had torn (they were doing perineal massage while I was pushing). She told me she would have to look and much to my amazement (and hers) I only a small interior tear... she gave me two stitches and I spent the next hour getting to know my daughter.
She scored 8/9 on her APGAR, 19" long and weighed 8lbs 2ozs... (keep in mind that I am only 5'1")
Born 29 minutes into the 12th, Sophia Noel changed our world forever.
*Second Side Note - While the mid-wife was cleaning me up she asked me if I could feel the "cold" fluid she was using. I told her yes, and she said that she thought my epidural was wearing off. I believe her!"