Derek Bennett O_____'s Birth Story (VBAC)
Derek Bennett [Last Name] was born on Sunday, July 5, 2009, at 1:38 p.m. CA time. He weighed in at 7 lbs 10 ozs (2 ozs less than older brother Jackson), and measured in at 21.5 inches (two inches longer than newborn Jack). No wonder I felt like his feet were in my throat all the time!
I did get my VBAC , although it was a toss-up right up until the end. I was in labor for 40 hours and pushed for more than 2.5 hours. Friday night, July 3, I started having real contractions. They stayed at 30-45 seconds long every 10 minutes all the way until Saturday evening, when they started coming fast and furious. I was instructed by the hospital not to go until the contractions were at least a minute long, very intense and coming every 3-5 minutes, so DH and I kept putting it off. Finally, we got into the car when my contractions were more than a minute each every 3-4 minutes. When the triage doctor checked me out, I was pleased to hear that I was already at 5 cm, 80% effaced, and at -2 station. I had been so afraid that they would tell me I wasn't even 1 cm yet! (That would have been so sad with the intense contractions!) We settled into our delivery room, and I planned to have an all-natural VBAC and told the anesthesiologist so.
So that was at 12:30 a.m. Saturday morning. I labored until 4:30 a.m., when the doctor who was working with my midwife came back to check me again. She found me at 7 cm, still at -2 station, now 90% effaced. She consulted my midwife and they decided to break my bag of waters to get things going faster. Boy, was that a weird experience ... all this warm water gushing down my legs! The doctor advised me that things would get intense from here on out, so if I wanted an epidural, to tell her now. I said no. She said she would come back at 6 a.m. to check my progress.
Well, by the time she came back at 6:30 a.m., I had been laboring hard, with DH acting as labor coach, for a while. The contractions were so intense, it seemed. She checked me and pronounced that I had not experienced any changes at all. She and the midwife said that Derek was posterior (this was a change since my last appt), and my contractions, despite ample moving around and posterior laboring positions, were not frequent enough. They suggested giving me an extremely light dose of Pitocin. The doctor asked me if I wanted an epidural; the midwife emphasized that it was up to me. At that point, I was running on more than 24 hours of labor and very little sleep. I was already at my breaking point before the news that I hadn't dilated at all from 4 a.m. to 6:30 a.m. I felt so tired, and like there was no way I could deal with the extra contrax from the Pitocin. Right away I said, "OK, I want the epidural." DH asked me if I was sure, and I said yes, because I knew I was at the end of my rope. I just wanted relief. Soon afterward the anesthesiologist came in and started hooking me up. While he was there, the contrax started coming one on top of the other, way off the charts, and I was just crying and crying. The nurse was trying to get an intermittent monitor on my belly, and I felt like her movements made me have even more contrax (probably not true), and I was just almost hysterical. DH was awesome and kept reminding me to breathe and squeezing my hand.
Soon the epi was in, but they had to come back three times to adjust the dosage, so I had another 45 minutes where the contrax were so painful, and I just whimpered through them. I was just so discouraged that after going to 7 cm, I had stalled. At this point, I was convinced that between Derek's posterior position, the Pitocin and the epidural (which meant lying down in bed), I wasn't going to get my VBAC. But, my midwife was really positive and said that it was likely Derek would descend down the birth canal. She told me to just get some rest and relax. So I did. I got the epi around 8:30, and by 10 a.m., I felt an awful urge to poop. I called the midwife, and she determined that in only 1.5 hours, I had proceeded from 7 cm to 10 cm, and Derek's head was at +2 station, ready to push, and he had turned so he wasn't as posterior as before! She made me "labor down" with more contractions for one more hour, and kept flipping me from side to side on the bed to encourage more turning. I started pushing shortly after 11 a.m., with great coaching from my midwife. She turned down the epi and turned off the Pitocin. They said I was a great pusher, but it still took until 1:38 a.m. WHEW! Oh and by the time Derek appeared, he was anterior!
Big difference from c-section: He was put right away on my abdomen, for me to hold and admire, even before his cord was cut! I love my little boy so much -- he looks exactly like Jack as a baby. And, I love being able to sit up right away.
However, little Derek had his hand kind of up by his face when he came out, and a sharp fingernail scratched the inside of my vagina and my labia, giving me a second-degree tear that took forever to finish up. Also ,I was so swollen from pushing that I couldn't pee, so now I had a catheter in until the morning after the delivery. Oh well!
I am really proud of myself for going to 7 cm unmedicated, and I'm also proud of the fact that I wasn't stubborn about the epidural and trusting my doctor and midwife. I think in this case, given how tired I was, the epidural and Pitocin really saved my opportunity for a VBAC -- that and the fact that the hospital staff was so supportive of VBAC. There were so many times when they could have just said, "OK, straight to the OR," but they didn't.
And now, some pictures:
First family pic, taken soon after delivery
The brothers meet!
Names: Logan- DS
Here's our story:
I woke up at 4am (30 mins before I was to call l&d to see if all was still go) and decided to call a little early since I was feeling up. The nurse that answered told us to come in between 0530-0600 and I told her I was told to come at around 10, so she said come in at 10. Being a worry wart I convinced myself and Bobbby to just go ahead in just in case, I mean they can always just send us home, I just didn't want to get bounced. So in we went and out we were sent, told to come back at 10. So we got home and just spent the morning playing with Logan since we wouldn't see much of him for the next 2 days. 0900 rolled around and we decided to take Aletha (MIL) to the base to show her Bobby's work place. Finally we were headed towards the hospital and there were no parking places so Bobby dropped me off at the door and I grabbed Logan while Aletha and Bobby went to park the cars. Looking at the time I realized I needed to start heading up to check in so I called Bobby and told him we'd be in L&D waiting for them. So up went Logan and I passing a woman in labor on the way and once again the worrier in me started to think that if she got there first they'd be out of room so as soon as she stopped for a contraction Logan and I literally ran to the elevator, lol. Mean, but I wanted in. Guess it didn't matter much in the end, but we got checked in and soon followed the rest of the gang. I took them about 2 hours to get us back, in the meantime I had an NST and some blood drawn. While hooked up to the NST I found out that what I thought was Rya aggrivating my hips were actually contractions and they soon started to pick up in frequency and intensity. Once they took me back I was having to really concentrate through them, so I'm guessing c-sec or not Rya was coming that day (or at least soon). It took the anestesiologist a few tries to get the epi in (I think I got a trainie) but finally my right leg went numb and while I started panicing thinking it was only going to be good for 1/2 of me, my other leg soon followed. Finally Bobby was shown in and we were ready to get started. It was so much different from Logan's birth. This time I was awake and able to talk to Bobby and others while being worked on. Finally the time came for Rya to be "born". Inlike her brother she came out crying which was a blessed relief to her father and I. They held her up for me to briefly see and away she went to get cleaned up. It seemed to take forever for her to get back to me, but she finally did and I got to see her, better yet, this time I was able to remember seeing her. And in too short of a time off she went again. I don't remember much after this, I think I ended up going to sleep.
Finally I was wheeled back to the recovery room and though I'm not sure how much time passed in there, but not long after waking up in came Bobby, Logan, Aletha and baby.
Rya was 7lbs 10 oz, 19.5 inches long. Her apgar scores were 8 & 9 (I think) and all was well. Apparently she peed and pooped first thing when she got out, so they were happy about that.
While in the hospital they took her for an u/s and a dye contrast test, both of which confirmed the bad kidney and showed the other kidney was 100% fine and the bladder was working perfectly, so great news all in all. We'll be heading back in a month to talk to the kidney doc and see what all is going to happen next.
Nursing is going well so far. Rya is slightly tongue tied and I can't decided if it is her or her tongue, but her latches always hurt. Right now she is favoring my right boobie so I've been pumping my left which is going well as a routine. The docs are concerned a little with her weight loss and she lost almost a whole pound before we left but now that my milk is in I'm sure she'll gain it back in no time.
Big brother Logan is in love with his sister. He loves coming up to give her hugs, touch her nose and hold her. Its always so cute.
The silly anestesiologist:
First pic of Rya:
First family pic:
Meeting big brother Logan (It was so cute)
With Oma (Aletha):
EDD: July 2
Birth Date: June 26, 2009
Weight: 6 lb 12 oz
Height: 19 in
On June 19 (38 weeks), I went into the hospital because I was afraid my water had broken. Through various tests, the doctors determined that my water had not broken. They did do an ultrasound, though, to determine if I had enough fluid and found that little Abby was breech! This came as a huge surprise to DH and myself, given that I had had 3 internal exams by 2 doctors that all said that she was head-down. Oh well. Through many tears and research, DH and I decided that having a c-section was the best option. I called my OB and scheduled the operation for July 1. Someone ended up going into labor early and they were able to move me up to June 26.
The morning of June 26, DH and I got up and showered and dressed and drove to the hospital. The drive to the hospital was a very odd experience - not at all like I had expected it to be (i.e. a lot calmer). They checked me in and got me ready for surgery. We had a lovely nurse named Lorraine from Scotland and kept calling me "love." She was such a calming influence – even when I had to leave DH to go into the OR. The doctor came in about an hour before my surgery and did an ultrasound and, yes, Abby was still breech.
A little after 10am, they came and got me to go to the OR, but DH couldn’t go with me at that point. I walked to the OR with my IV attached and everything – very surreal. The room was so cold when I got in there that I was shivering very badly – partially because I was really scared as well. I didn’t expect that DH wouldn’t be there the entire time. They put the spinal in and laid me down with warm blankets on me. Almost immediately, my legs started to feel warm and tingly and I knew it was working (thank god!). The doctors came in and they got me all set up, but still no DH. They started making the incision and still no DH. Finally he came in and had to walk around the far side of the drape and he could see them working on me. I was nervous, but all I could see was the drape and the ceiling and him. He could see everything else! There was no pain, but I could feel myself being pulled around on the table while they were doing the surgery.
Finally came the words “there’s a foot!” and then she was out! The nurses went over to get her and it seemed like an eternity before she started to cry. That was 10:38am. When she did, it was the most beautiful sound and I couldn’t stop crying myself! They showed her to DH and I while they were cleaning her up and weighing her – she cried the entire time. Eventually, they brought her over to DH and put her in his arms (after instructing him on how to hold a newborn). She immediately knew that he was her daddy and stopped crying. It was amazing. He brought her over to me and the nurses took a picture. I’m upside down and DH and Abby are all bundled up, but it’s my absolute favorite picture.
Eventually, they took Abby back and DH had to go wait out in the recovery room again until I was closed up and they brought me in on the bed. I was given a morphine drip to help with the pain, but they said that it was still OK to breastfeed. They let me feed her right there in the recovery room! After the appropriate amount of time, DH, Abby, and I were carted to my hospital room. The oddest thing at that point was that I still couldn’t feel my butt that well and my abs were sore, so I kept thinking that I was holding myself up off of the bed! I kept feeling with my hands to make sure my butt was actually on the bed. DH and I had some good time alone in the room with Abby before my parents and my inlaws came to visit.
It’s amazing how you can fall in love with something so immediately and completely. Both DH and I can watch her sleep for hours. Even when she cries, it’s not grating – all we want to do is help and make her feel better. When she was born, she weighed in at 6lbs 12oz and was 19 inches.
I was a June 2009 mommy, but lurked over here thinking that my baby was gonna be a July 09 baby so I thought I should post by birth story here too!
Lauren's birth story:
I was scheduled fo an induction and asked to come in to the hospital on Thursday, July 2nd at 5pm for Miso (oral) to ripen my cervix. I checked in with DH after dropping of DD at my parents at 5pm. By the time I was admitted and in bed it was 7pm and the monitors were picking up regular contractions about 10 minutes apart. But they were not painful. I was a fingertip dilated but my cervix was still long.
We ate dinner, and they gave me something to help me sleep and sent me to bed without any unduction drugs. I was woken up at 11:30pm by the nurse stating that my contractions had stopped so they gave me the oral meds and put me back to sleep. I slept OK, but not great. I was up for the day around 5:30am and waited for the dr to arrive. I was checked around 9am and I was 1-2 CM dilated - so basically nothing much had happened, but my contractions had picked back up - still not painful.
They started petocin around 10am and let me rest. About an hour later they decided that they would insert a bulb in my cervix to dilate it manually to see if that kickstarted that. At 1pm I was having more painful contractions and when I got up to pee, the bulb fell out and I was bleeding a bit. I walked around for about 30 minutes and labored through the contractions.
Around 5pm they have to move me to a new room (closing the wing I was in cause there was only 2 patients in it) and by then the contractions were really painful and I was about 5-6cm. I told the nurse that I wanted the epi as soon as I got to my new room. It took the anastesiologist 30+ minutes to get there and I was having a hard time with the pain. It took two tries for her to get it. but when she did, I was in heaven. I could feel my legs but NO pain!!!!
My family went and got dinner together and when they got back it was like 6:30pm. I was checked again at 8pm and I was 8cm. My 9pm I was full and complete and ready to push. After two short pushes Lauren arrived and they placed her right on my chest!! I never got that with DD #1 cause she had pooped in utero. She nurse right away and I was in HEAVEN!!! She was 7lbs, 9.9oz and 19 inches. 13 inch head.
Quick and dirty:
Arriana Joyce arrived July 6, 2009 at 7:58am. She weighed 8lbs 11oz and was 22in long. Not only was she big weight wise but her head is 75%+!
I was scheduled to go in Sunday night for induction if she didn't leave of her own accord. Monday the 6th was the 41 week mark and Powell didn't want me to go past that with my BP creeping up and swelling and so on. So we have an organized chaos of family set up tenitivly to watch the girls. Basic game plan is DH drops me off at the hospital and comes back in the morning when the morning baby sitters arrive. His grandmother gets sick on Friday and his mom can be there at 9am at the earliest, so a friend (the one with the henna) says she'll help out if he needs to be at the hospital sooner. Thank God she did or he would have missed it!
Comparing it to the girls labor and delivery I was hoping to have her by afternoon but prepared for it to go longer as my body wasn't doing anything on it's own aside from a few braxton hix contrax here and there over the weekend. Because of the off and on contractions earlier in the weekend I was hoping for some progress, but no. We get in and they check me. Still zero change from over a month ago. The night crew was awesome. My nurse was Kathy and she was wonderful. She did mess up my IV though. First stick missed the vien. When she took the needle out, it was a pumper. Blood shot across the room on the floor. So after that one was bandaged up she put it in my hand. Not awesome but she didn't want to miss again which I was thankful for.
They had student doctor a and b at night. The lead resident or whatever was actually there for the girls birth and was good. I liked her bunches. The other guy was SO green, but he introduced himself that way and was actually pretty alright. He was learning about radiology so he practiced on me. They did an ultrasound to check the size and position of the kiddo and I think I learned a lot, lol. Like what organs need to be in view to take what measurements and why and such. Was actually a pretty fun experience. They came up with ~7 1/2lbs, give or take a pound (which is the normal margin of error). I asked the lady doc so we're sure we're well under 9lbs, right? She said probably...
She comes back with the cervidil and the nurse gets me a baby benydril to help me sleep. So I do what I can to sleep in between the pokes and prods and BP checks and so on. I actually do quite well and sleep for 1-2hour chunks. They come back around 3am to check me again. No dilation, no effacement, but I'm soft so it's doing what it should. One more dose to be sure and they'll probably start the pit in 4-5 hours. Yay. So I try to go back to sleep. Can't move for an hour anyway... Soon before 4 I feel crampy and have to pee but it's too early to move. Nurse pops in for another BP check and I ask anyway. She says if it's not an emergency she'll be back in 10. Fine I can wait 10. SO as I'm laying there I'm thinking it's not the "full bladder cramps" and they are actually contractions. Doesn't make sense as they won't be giving me pit for hours yet. Nurse pops back in and unhooks the monitors so I can use the restroom. As I'm walking around I'm pretty sure I'm having contractions, regularly too. Not hurty, just noticeable.
By 5am they HURT. It felt just like it did with the girls after they broke the first water. I call DH and tell him to get up ASAP. Not sure delivery is imminent or even less than 5 hours away, but I hurt and I really want him there sooner than later. I call the nurse and the dr and ask to be checked. They ask silly questions and say how they don't like to check too much. I say I hurt enough I want a pain killer now. Look at my read out, contrax are way less than 5min apart. (All I can think of is OMG my water hasn't even broke and I don't know if I'll be able to stand this very long without something to take the edge off.) Student dr lady checks me and says I'm almost a 5cm and more than 50% effaced. OKs a shot of nubane and goes to call my dr. It's about 5:30 and I still haven't seen DH so I give him a call to find out his ETA. Turns out he's in the waiting room but no one is at the desk to let him in. My nurse goes and gets him.
At about 6am I start asking where my doctor is and to check me again. They do and I'm at a 6+. I'm not impressed with the nubane. Last time around it brought me back down to where I could almost sleep through the contrax. I'm not sure it did anything this time around. Still I can breathe through them and talk in between OK.
At 6:30 I ask if I can have another shot. Last time I had 2 doses, and wondered if I was able to this time. I think I was just hoping more in my system would actually do something. Now it seems a really silly request, but OMG did it hurt. Nurse says she'll ask the doctor, and then seemingly vanishes. Turns out there a shift change and a brief so no doctors can be bothered. She's bugging them for me but I'm being ignored. About 7:15 my doctor comes in checks me, the new student doctors introduce themselves and it's worse than I imagined. Dr "I think that's a head" from the girls labor is the head student dr for the next shift. You have to be kidding me... SO I'm all "I've asked about some kind of drugs for like an hour, can I have anything or what?" Green student dr lady with curly hair checks me, then my dr follows behind to confirm. I'm at an 8 and not completely effaced. Waters are still in tact so he OKs a 1/2 dose of morphine and heads out to get in his scrubs. My new nurse is evil, but some others on staff are OK. One in particular becomes my new best friend. Best friend nurse asks about breaking my water and Powell doesn't want to. She makes this comment under her breath about how Dr Powell should experience labor for himself for a change. In my mind I giggled. Evil nurse is craby about giving me the drug (now 7:30ish), but I didn't care. At that moment in time I'd claw someone's face off if I knew it would make the pain go away. Evil nurse makes snippy comments like "if you can't slow your breathing I'm going to have to give you oxygen." Slow my breathing? You have GOT to be kidding. Contrax are on top of each other and I want to push, slow my breathing? DH even said it's not like I was hyperventilating or anything.
I tell, well more like yell, that I REALLY want to push now not joking (7:40ish) and the staff is all NONO you aren't complete! After the fact I think they were trying to stall waiting for my doctor... LOL stall. Oh at this point crabby nurse is all "you need to work with the pain or the kid won't come out" like I'm actually freaking out and not allowing my body to progress. HELLO the opposite is occurring, pay attention! So I spend the next 10-15 minutes doing everything in my power not to push. Student dr 'I think that's a head' checks me and says I'm close but she wants to see if I'll stretch around her head and not tare even though I'm not complete so go ahead and try pushing a little with the next contraction. "try pushing a little" ... Is she kidding me? My best friend nurse is up by my head and she tells me to do what my body needs to do. If pushing feels good at this point, push. Besides it might just break my water. SO I pretty much block out the staff and focus on the contrax trying to work with them. My water breaks, but there's not much. Like I think maybe I peed... Student curly hair goes to break my water, during a contraction and that hurt like nobody's business. And it already broke so instead of confirming that fact, she's just really confused and spends way to much time in my ho-haa.
Next contraction I push and push and it HURTS so much more than the girls ever did. Excruciating comes to mind. Then the contraction stops and the pain is SO intense all I want to do is keep pushing through it, but the staff tells me to stop. WTF stop?? Yeah right... Best friend nurse is over by my head and is trying to explain that the head is out, they want to suction her before I push the rest out. My brain screams suction her after she's out and let me push before I kick your face! I think I actually just screamed something more like WHAT? I HAVE TO PUSH!!! Next contraction she was out. So the entire L&D went from "I think that's a contraction" to baby in 4 hours. I pushed a total 4 contractions. First broke my water. Second was with them trying to break my water, third was the head, and 4th she was out. It was intense so I'm glad it was short.
DH cuts the cord, but I'm not hearing a cry so I ask if she's OK. They say yes but I don't see or hear her. Scary moment for me until I hear that sweet sweet cry~
At this point Dr Powell walks in and says "What happened here" as he was gone at most 20 min. He oversees the placenta delivery which somehow dr curly hair makes hurt. I'm telling her OW and she's all yeah yeah silly lady. Finally I yell out will you stop pressing on my pubic bone?! Stupid student doctors... Powell scolds her for being dumb. He scolds them both for letting me tare too, 3rd degree and it's ugly. He lets tweedle dum and tweedle dee sew me up while he supervises. Also not awesome as dr curly hair is ROUGH. She's even rough when cleaning me up after all the stitches are in. My lord PAT do not WIPE! I think they are used to women who get epis and can't feel all that.
After the fact I learned she came out facing my left hip. The fact that she had a good 3 lbs on the girls and came out oddly explains a lot of the pain difference with the actual delivery. (well that and the speed) Her hair is this dark brown color with like frosted tips or highlights in it. Very cool and yet I have no idea where that came from. Her eyebrows are platinum blonde so we're thinking it will lighten.
Breast feeding is going rough. This girl has an insane suck reflex. Stronger than the LC has seen in a very long time. Good news is she can take my breast no problem. That was an issue with the girls. Bad news is I still need nipple shields because she is SO rough. The LC said do not let her comfort suck on you. If she has the need save yourself and use a paci. I'm also not to pump until things get better and I heal. In the 20 min after delivery where we breast fed, she tore me up simply because her suck is so strong. So when she learns to back off a bit and I toughen up, I think we'll be good.
She's already picking her head up and in a lot of ways a head of where the girls were when they were born. Thinking about it, it does make sense though. She's 3-4 weeks older then they were. She almost has more hair than the girls do now at a year old too!
Elly playing with the belly the Sunday.
back in PP
So here is our birth story....
On Wednesday July 1st I was up alot during the early morning hours with cramping and contractions but dismissed them because I had been having them lke that for days. I went about my day cleaning and getting things ready for my inlaws to arrive and throughout the day they were uncomfortable but nothing to write home about so I just kept about my day really denying that this was the day. Around 5:30 my hubby came home and was not feeling well so he asked if I could go pick up his parents at the airport. I joked with him about the contractions I had been having all day and said to him, "now you watch my water will break on the way," He said, "not funny!" I really was joking though. So I left for the airport and of course it's Houston and traffic has to be crawling at this point because everyone is getting off work and while in the car I notice the contractions are getting closer and more uncomfortable. I get a little concerned at that point but they are still 7 min. apart and I am ok so I keep going. It takes 45 min. to get there and I pick them up and head home. I mentioned how bad the traffic was and we decided to take the beltway home instead of I-10 so that we could get home and eat dinner at a reasonable hour otherwise it would be another hour or more before we got home. The drive home got interesting. I didn't want to say anything about how hard they were starting to hit me and were now 5 min. apart. I just hurried home and by the time I got home they were about 3 min. apart. I went upstairs to tell Greg that I think I am in labor. He say's really, oh yeah, I can't hardly talk through them now. So we call the dr. and it's about 7:45 at them point and about 15 min. later the dr. calls back after I just told Greg, "Screw it, I can't wait any longer." So anyhow he told us to go in and he would let them know I was on the way. We got there about 8:15 and by that point they are back to back and everyone in the ER is staring at me while they get a wheel chair to take me to L&D. I just wanted to yell at all of them. I am not a piece of artwork so would you stop staring at me. After we finally get up to L&D they ask me to put on the gown and realize there is no time between the contractions. The nurse says let's get you checked and I could tell by the look on her face that things were getting ready to get crazy. She looks at me and says, I think you are fully dialated. What? seriously. I knew they were bad and close but really! Another nurse came in and checked again and started franticly trying to get ahold of the dr. They started setting everything up and all of a sudden my water broke and I had to push. They were telling me to blow because the dr. wasn't there yet and were even paging for any dr. to get up there now but there was nothing I could do. The blowing wasn't working so the nurse called for everyone to get in there and they were going to have to deliver. After a few pushes and feeling like his head was stuck he finally crowned and then his head was out. They had to loosen the cord from around his neck and then 3 more pushes and he was out. He didn't cry and looked blue so they immediatly took him over to the bed and worked on him. He had had a bowel movement so they wanted to make sure that it wasn't in his lungs so they suctioned him out, gave him oxygen, and then after a few minutes you could hear him cry and those were the sweetest sounds to my ears ever. I got to hold him after that and kiss his sweet little cheeks. Finally the dr. arrived and couldn't believe that yet again he missed my delivery. He delivered the placenta and they cleaned us up, gave us time to nurse and the kids came up to see their new brother. I am in heaven! These are the greatest times of my life. Thanks for reading!
Ok, now for the pics!
Elijah, me and Benjamin
Hannah, Isaiah, and THomas
Thomas and I
My sweet hubby and Thomas
Time to come home!
In his new bed
and yesterday at 5 days old.
I hope I didn't overwhelm you all. That was alot of pics and story. One thing is for sure, I am glad I didn't take the other way home. He would have been born on the highway. Yikes! Thanks for reading and sharing my pregnancy with me! I look forward to sharing the baby times now. Hugs to all!
fast and furious birth story
Friday, July 10
BPP and growth scan - everything looks healthy. Jordan seems to be right on track in the 50%tile, estimated weight 7.5 lbs. Doctor didn't think I would have him this weekend
Saturday, July 11
My mom flies in from Germany. My biggest fear was that I would go into labor befor she arrives and I was worried about the babysitter situation for Renee. But everything went well and Renee and Oma got along from the first minute on
Sunday, July 12
The whole family went to the pool in the morning. It was a beautiful and hot day and the cool water felt so good on my 39 week belly and back. We spent a couple of hours there and came back home pretty relaxed. Came back home, all took naps and showers and baths and we decided to go out for dinner that evening. We went to Golden Corral and of course I ate way too much.
Back home we took Renee to bed, watched the rest of a rented movie and went to bed early. DH thought it would be a good idea to do some nipple stimulation. At 10:40 pm, about a half hour in the game, I had felt about 3-4 contractions, I feel that weird "popp" inside of me and a gush of liquid runs out of me. I tell DH "babe, I think my water just broke" and he's like "you're joking, right?". Both in total disbelive. I thought, that can't be it. They all told me that I have lots of water and that really just felt like 2 hand full. So I decide to go to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet for a while. Sitting there I feel more running out, but really not a lot. But I feel some contractions starting. I get and start walking around a little bit because I had a leg cramp and during this walk I feel more and more water running out. By then I was sure, my waters had broke. DH called our doula and she told us to slowly get ready to go to the hospital and time the contrax and she would meet us there in an hour. I woke up my mom and told her what to do with Renee in the morning and wrote her a big whole list with stuff. I was just so worried she wouldn't know what to do since she just had arrived and basicly did not even know yet where everything was at. I took a quick shower. Ray was bugging me the whole time to tell him when contractions start, stopped and how long and hard they were. It was so surreal, I didn't really pay that much attention to the whole contraction thing and forgot to tell him quiet often. By 11:45 pm we were in the car and on the road to Chapel Hill. My contractions were about 3 min apart and lasted 30-70 sec. They didn't hurt alot, just were unfomy. I was talking and laughing through them and told Ray, if I would stop talking through them he would know that it got bad. On the bumpy road to the hospital I felt a few stronger contrax but still in the same time frame. Came to the hospital, met Grace (doula), got admitted and settled into the triage room at midnight.
Monday, July 13
The nurse there took all my data, put in an IV lock and an annoying medical student asked me tons of annoying questions. I couldn't care less, it all still felt very unreal to me. A resident doctor checked me and I was at a 3 cm. She then checked me if I had broken my water. that was the funniest for me. I thought that woman must have been out of her mind. What else did she know was all that stuff I was leaking around. We all (nurse, doula, DH and I) had quiet a laugh about it. So she "confirmed" I had my water broken and was good to be sent to an L&D room, DUH!!!! In the L&D room while nurse Lisa tried to hook me up to the wireless monitors, Ray asked me how I felt and if it was ok if he would go out for a quick smoke. It was 2 am and I didn't feel much different then the whole time, so I let him go and just told him not to take to long. I went to the bathroom, joked around with Grace and had another annoying and hurtful cramp in my right leg which I walked off in circles in my room. The cramp in my leg went away or I just couldn't feel it anymore because all of a sudden I was hit by a contraction that was NOT funny or annoying anymore but painful. Ray came back the same moment. Grace suggested to keep standing and leaning on Ray in kind of a slow dance position while she stood behind me massaging my back and cooling me off with a cold wet towel. Now things really got nasty. The doc on call came in and it happend to be one of my primary providers, Doc Ewers. We joked a little around that he would most likely again not be there for the delivery since his shift would be over at 7 am and it was already something like quarter to 3. So he left the room, me still standing there trying to get over the contrax when they got worse and worse every minute. I started screaming, swearing, cursing and threatening people. I wanted an epidural, IMMEDIATELY and got really mad at my doula for telling me I could do without. I guess at that point thet realized I was serious. I wanted to lay down on my side. Nurse Lisa had to adjust the monitors because she kept loosing Jordan's heartbeat because of all my moving around. The resident had checked me and had said I was at a 6 cm. The anestaesiologist came in and irritaded me with stupid questions. Lisa had already some pain meds ready to put into my IV and they asked me if I wanted those or the epi. This question was so hilarious to me - of course I wanted both, what a question. Lisa told me they would make me a little loopy. I didn't care. The anestaesiologist kept asking me questions and I almost didn't hear her because I was drifting away just to be present during my contrax. All of a sudden I felt this huge urge to push and I actually couldn't even stop myself from pushing through this contraction. I told them about it the same time Ray noticed that more water came shooting out of me. Lisa pushed the anesteasiologist out of her way and called the resident to check me again and sure enough I had gone from 6 to 9 in 5 min!!!!!!!! Everybody got into a rush now, calling Doc Ewers, breaking down the bed, trying to convince me not to push (yeah, right!). Doc comes in, jokes around about how I couldn't wait until his shift was over, looks at me and gets serious. He tells me real quick what would be going on in the next minutes. He suggests a numbing medication he would directly inject into the vagina to help relax everything, apparently something they do quiet often for VBACs. I kinda heart all of that just in a blur, like I was hypnotized or dreaming , just not really there. Him and Grace directed me through the next couple of contractions by counting for me and telling me how to push. He told how he already sees Jordans head and that it would take me just a few pushes to deliver the head and then he would want to have my legs held up by Ray and Grace so he could turn the baby to deliver the rest of him. The head came out with the next push, my legs were held up and Jordan came flying out with the next push like a torpedo right into Doc Ewers chest. I had a second degree tear
Jordan was born on 4:05 am. Weight 7.8 lbs, 19 3/4 inches and a head full of black hair. Apgar 8/9. Total time of labor from breaking of water to delivery: 6hours and 20 min
Jordan was placed on my belly and Ray got to cut the cord. He stayed on me for the next half hour and then was just taken over to the scale and back to me. I nursed him already for a good hour and he was all alert. He went for his bath and assessment after 2 hours when I was transfered from L&D to my hospital room and was back with me as soon as I got settled in there.
I left him for a few hours in the nursery to get a good snooze (as good as you can get in a hospital were every 15 min somebody peaks his/her head into the door). We left the hospital on Tuesday around lunch time.
I went in to be induced on Tuesday, July 7th at 5:30am. I got hooked up to the IV and the Pitocin was started at about 6:15. I was barely getting any pitocin though, because I was 3cm, and 90% effaced, and although they weren't painful, aparently I was contracting lots on my own. They actually didn't turn the pitocin up at all until after my OB broke my water at around 8:30. Once she did that, the contractions came much closer together and much more painful. The pitocin was turned up very little. Just enough to keep things progressing. I waited it out for the epi, but by 11:00am, I couldn't stand it anymore. I could barely breathe through the contractions, which were coming about every 2 minutes, and I started to feel like I'd throw up with every contraction, and that was just not fun. I got my epi about 12:00, and it kicked in pretty quick. I was 4cm and 100% effaced before they put in the epi. I got checked again after the epi took effect, which was about 12:15 or so, and I was 7! In a matter of 15 minutes! The nurse said it would probably only be about another hour or so, so that was exciting. But then she read the monitor paper and said she wanted to check me again. I was at 10cm! DH and I were floored! My first DD's labor took 15 hours, and so we were expecting about 11 or 12 hours with this one, not 6. The nurse said I shouldn't push, and she was calling my OB. My wonderful doctor arrived in about 3 minutes, got her stuff all set up, and I started pushing. I started pushing at 12:28pm, and 3 pushes and 3 minutes later, at 12:31 am, Maura Marie K. came screaming into the world. She had the cord around her neck 3 times:eek:, but her heart rate never went down. She was healthy and beautiful and we were thrilled to find out we had another daughter. She was 7lbs 3oz, and took to BFing immediately. So far, she is a wonderful baby, and we are all loving having her here. Her big sister has been great with her.
Her birth was such a different experience from her sister's, but I am thrilled that it went so fast! Here are a few pics from the last 9 days. Thanks for all your congrats! I want to say congrats to everyone who has had their baby in the last 2 weeks. I will try to catch up the best I can, but I know I won't be able to post on every post.
The day we brought her home:
Just hanging out:
Holding onto my rings:
And being burped by her big sister:
Elizabeth Kathleen C______
July 14, 2009 at 11:20pm
7lbs 7oz, 20 inches
Tuesday evening DH and I headed to the next town over (20 minutes by highway) for supper with friends. At around 7:00 I started getting mild cramping which I had been having since Friday but this time there was a bit of regularity to it. Then I started getting a leaking feeling between my legs and went to the bathroom to check. I had a ton of mucus in my underwear and in the toilet as well... this kept happening for a while but I wasn't feeling any pain so I didn't say anything. Then around 8:15 the contractions stepped up and actually started feeling uncomfortable so I told DH I thought we should head back to town to be close the hospital in case "this was it". Well when I went to stand up my friend shouts "your water has broken!" I guess the seat of my pants was soaked from all the mucus discharge.
So we got back to town and told the hospital we were coming in. Got to the hospital around 9:30 and the nurse hooked me up to the fetal monitor and checked me. I was 5cm dilated but my cervix was still thick... I found this weird as my doctor always told me I was thin and stretchy... so she phoned my doctor who said just run a non-stress and keep her informed. The contractions were stepping up in pain and spreading into my hips so after about 30 minutes on the monitor I asked the nurse to phone my doctor for some pain relief. My doc got to the hospital around 10:30 and when she saw how close my contractions were she figured she'd better check me... well, I was fully dilated! I begged for pain relief though and since the baby's head was still fairly high she agreed to an epidural. They got me sitting up but the contractions were one on top of the other and I couldn't keep the position... then my water broke... after about 15 minutes of waiting for the breaks in the contractions and trying to get the epidural in, I asked if there was something else... well doctor checked me again and the head was right there so she said "laughing gas and get this baby out". I sucked in a breath of the laughing gas, the room started spinning and I thought I was going to pass out... so I threw the mask away and felt the urge to push... first push out came her head and second push out came the rest of her!!! I had 1 small tear and delivered her in less than 5 hours naturally!!!
She is perfect and her big brother is completely in love with her. We came home from the hospital this morning and she weighs 3oz less than her birth weight. She's breastfeeding like a champ and is constantly looking for the boob! I'll post some pictures once I get them organized.
DH and I got to the hospital at 5pm on Thursday, June 9th for my induction. The plan was to put cervadil in and let it sit overnight, then start pitocin in the morning. When the doctor came in to check my cervix and put in the cervadil, I was 2 cm dilated and 100% effaced, so she told me no cervadil. Instead they hooked me up to the monitors, gave me a sleeping pill and told me to get some rest. The doctor came back in at 8:30 am on Friday and checked me again, I was 4 cm. They started pitocin at 9:30 am. By around 11 am I was in so much pain and all I wanted was the epidural, but I barely had half a bag of IV fluids in me, so I could not get it. I finally got my epidural around 1:30 pm and at 2:10 pm I was 8 cm. At 3:10 pm it was time to push. After 1 hour of pushing, Arthur William ******, Jr. was born at 4:10 pm. He weighed 7 lb 14 oz and was 20" long. After he was born, the doctor told me he was amazed I got him out and so quickly. He thought I was going to need a c-section because AJ had his head turned slightly which made it appear much bigger than it was. I have a 2nd degree tear, but I am feeling great and moving around really well. We were discharged from the hospital on Sunday the 12th and have all been doing really well at home. (sorry some of the pictures are so big, I resized them all, but some didn't take)
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