Birth StoriesSo, I have been lurking on here every now and then, haven't posted anything for quite a while. Everything has been good for the most part.
Kesley Chalay was born on Monday ( 5/28 ) morning. She is adorable. I will try to get some pics up soon but here is her birth story incase anyone is reading them all!
I was having cramps all day Sunday. We were working on some sheetrocking and mudding stuff for my house and I finally had to stop and lay down. I felt like i was having cramps..kinda like when you're on your period. So I didn't think much of it because it didn't really hurt, was more jsut annoying. I went to eat dinner at my parent's that night and still had the cramps, mentioned it to my mom and she said if they got any worse, i should probably call my dr.
I went home and laid in bed and started watching a movie. Around 10:30 I got up to go to the bathroom and my water broke. I thought I had pee'd my pants but more and more kept coming. I was thinking "that couldnt have been my water breaking, she is not due for another month" but couldnt' think of anything else. Then the cramps started getting somewhat painful so I woke up my B/F and told him that we may be taking a trip to the hospital that night, but I didnt' want to just get sent home so we should wait and see. I told him what happened and he got up and said we should probably just go anyway.
As we were driving to the hospital the contractions (turns out they were more than cramps) starting getting worse and worse...but still not what i was expecting labor to be. We got to the hospital and they got me into a room and checked me. The lady said that I was 7 cm dialated and that her feet were right there. She said I needed a c-section immediately. I had Justin call my family, who all rushed over, and by the time they got there, I was being wheeled in for surgery.
We all got into the other room and the Dr gave me the epidural (he is my new best friend!) and about 5 mins after that, Kesley was born.
She was exactly 4 weeks early, 5 lbs 14 oz. 20'' long. No jaundice, no health problems. Eating like a champ. Sleeping like there is no tomorrow. She is such a sweetheart-- hardly ever cries and when she does it's just for a second. Sleeps a lot, and when she is awake she is the cutest thing I have ever seen. It's unreal.
All in all, I would easily do that all over again. Espeically after seeing the end result. Good luck to all the mommies who still have their stories to experience!!
Birth StoriesThose cramp type contractions I mentioned in my last post as a pregnant woman were really the start of the REAL THING. They were pretty intermittent between 4 a.m. and 1 p.m., variable in strength and frequency (often 20 min. apart). Then around 1 they got stronger and closer together (10 min.). Between 2 and 3 p.m. they'd started being about 4 min. apart quite regularly and I had to stop what I was doing to breathe through them. We drove to the hospital (40 min.) around 3:30 p.m. (it was agony!) and by the time I got there I was 6-7 cm dilated. I was opting for an epidural, but they only just got the prerequisite fluids in me and my contractions were very strong, almost continuous and I couldn't help but start pushing. So the nurse decided to check my progress and I was already fully dilated. She pretty much said "Let's have this baby!!" and went to get the doctor. It was only about 5-10 minutes beyond that and a few pushes later and I heard William crying. Darryl (DH) kept saying "we have a baby!". I was still contracting and the Stadol was making me a bit groggy so it was hard to believe all that was happening.
Darryl cut the umbilical cord, and the nurse must've wrapped William in a blanket. He was not very messy at all, but he looked sort of grayish initially. Then he turned pink and then red and Darryl put him on my chest for me to hold. It was a very special moment, but it was still so hard to believe that I had a baby!!! and that this was the little guy I'd been carrying around inside me for so long.
I held him for a bit and then the nurse took him to be weighed (6 lbs, 9 oz) and measured (19 3/4 inches) and checked out. Then he was brought back to me and I nursed him for the first time. William definitely knew exactly what to do and he was quite voracious for such a little guy!
Unfortunately, having come so quickly, he tore me up pretty badly and the doctor had to stitch me up. Darryl estimates I had 20 stitches. I didn't really feel the stitching and I was in a very euphoric mood at the time, joking with the doctor and nurses, etc. Apparently, William had managed to tie his umbilical cord in a knot in utero, though that didn't affect him negatively. One thing is that my water didn't break and the doctor had to break it a few seconds before William was actually born. This was probably fortunate, because it means that my contractions weren't as bad as they could've been.
All in all, my labour experience was pretty good! It didn't last very long and it wasn't very painful.
And now, I have thankfully had very few problems nursing William (mostly the only problem has been that sometimes he is very sleepy and in the hospital I was worried that he wasn't eating enough). He knows how to latch on properly and my breasts (thank GOODNESS) did not become overly engorged. When he went home from the hospital, William weighed 6 lbs, 1 oz. and we took him back yesterday (6 days old) and he has gained an ounce.
He's getting more and more alert and it's really neat to see all the things he can already do! His expressions are the best. Darryl & I are so proud and happy!
Birth StoriesI was scheduled on call for my induction last Sunday. They called at 6:45 am and told me to come in. We got there about 730 and they started me on something called Cytol (sp?) which looked like little mini pills that they placed near the cervix. I began feeling cramping but nothing too bad. With the Cytol I had to stay in bed for two hours, but after that they let me get up and walk around. DH and I walked the halls for about and hour and they checked and I was at 2 cm 50% effaced. They gave me another pill of Cytol, and the contractions got a little stronger. After a few hours of that and walking, they checked me and I was almost 4 cm, so my doctor came in and broke my water. By this point it was about 10 pm, and they decided it was time to start the pitocin. I feel asleep for a little while, but woke up at about 1 am with major contractions!
So I asked the nurse for an epidural. After getting the epidural I kept waiting and waiting for for some relief but it never came! So I called the nurse in and she called the anesthesiologist, he came and up'd the dose, but my contractions were now worse then before. All he could tell me was that everyone reacts to epidurals differently, and it may not be something that works for me!! So I felt everything!
By about 1030 my body kept urging to push with each contraction, so the nurse checked and I was at a 10, so they called the doctor in and I started pushing. The strange thing is that the contractions were the worst pain I'd ever felt in my life, but when I was pushing, they did not hurt at all.
My doctor was also stretching my perinium as I was pushing, which hurt, but thanks to that not tears. Just as the baby was about to come out my doctor stepped aside and let DH deliver her. He said it was the best thing ever, and totally unexpected. At first he didn't even want to see her come out, but was so happy to have delivered her. She weighed 8 lbs 10 ounces and was 21 inches long.
Personally I think I had an awesome birth experience, even though I couldn't get any pain relief
Birth StoriesI started having contractions at 10pm on June 4th. They were 10 min. apart and lasting about 20-30 seconds. By 12:30pm they were every 1-4 min. and lasting 30-60 sec. At that point we headed for the hospital. When I arrived and was checked at 1am, I was at 8cm and 100%! Things were moving fast!
They quickly got me to my room and my midwife was on call (so nice to see her)... she checked and I was at 9cm. At that point, they wanted me to push, but feeling all the pain was too much for me and I demanded an epidural... finally got it when I was 10cm at 1:30am. They then broke my water.
I was so numb, that it took a little while for me to feel contractions... at one point I knew something was wrong because they had me stop pushing. Seems baby wasn't tolerating contractions that well. At that point I remember some (3 people) coming into the room. My husband was told that there was quite a bit of merconium and that the respiratory team would be there.
At 3:43am on June 5th, Xavier Dario entered the world, weighing in at 5lbs, 2 oz. and 18 inches long. They did not want him breathing because of the merconium. His first apgar was a 2 and than an 8.
I got to hold him for just a few seconds. I was in shock at how little he was (we were told to expect a 7+ lb. baby). My husband went with him to the nicu while my mom came in to stay with me. I got stitches... not sure how many.
I was really frustrated that I couldn't be with my baby and by 9:30am (6 hours later), I was completely in tears... my midwife returned and arranged a wheelchair visit for me to see him.
He spent 5 days in the nicu to keep his blood sugar and body temp up. The nurses there were wonderful and I am so glad that he got their care. They became like family.
We are home now and adjusting... he eats every 3 hours so I am very tired, but glad to have him home.
Birth StoriesLast Wednesday (5-30) I had my weekly appointment. The doctor checked me and said that my cervix was barely starting to open, but it was pretty soft. He said it would likely be at least a few days until I went into labor. Well fast forward to the next day. At 2pm I was sitting and folding clothes and when I stood up, my water broke, there was no mistaking it. I felt fine up until that point, no pains or anything. I called DH and told him, and an hour later we were at the hospital. They monitored me for an hour. The nurse checked me and I was dialted to 1.5 cm. She told me to get up and walk around, which I did for about an hour. I came back and the doctor checked me I was only 2 cm. He told me that they would check me again in a couple of hours, he said if I hadn't dialated much by then they would give me pitocin, which I didn't want to do. So I went outside walked around for another hour. By then I was having pretty regular contractions and each one was getting stronger. I went to my room and they monitored me for about 15 minutes, and eveything was looking good. I got out of the bed, which I couldn't get comfortable in. I sat in the rocking chair and rocked, Meanwhile each contraction was getting stronger and stronger. By this time I was yelling at DH to help me, I couldn't take this anymore. So he went out and found the nurse that taught our birthing class. She came in and told me to get on the bed. She checked me and asked if I still wanted to go natural, which at this point I didn't think I could. She well it's a little too laye for an epidural. I was 9 cm! They paged the docto immediately. He was at his son's ballgame. Thankfully the ballpark was only a mile away. While he was on his way I was yelling that Ihad to push, I could feel his head right there. Well I held on until the doctor got there, after about 15 minutes of pushing Kinzie was born. I think they were still getting my IV hooked up when I started pushing. Thankfully no episiotomy, just a small tear that took 2 stitches. Noone could believe I went that fast. The doctor didn't even get a chance to change into scrubs. I am breastfeeding and he took to it the first time like a pro.
Birth Storieskind of a short story, really. I went to my forty week appointment on tuesday, June 5th, at 10:30. The Dr. was busy delivering another baby so I didn't see him until about 11:30. He checked me and said that I was dilated to a 4, and talked me into going to the hospital to get induced, since I was ready, just missing the contractions. So I went to the hospital, filled out the paperwork and got into my room. The Dr. came in at about 1 and put the contraction monitor and all that stuff on me, and said, "do you feel that contraction?" I said, "It just feels a little tight, but not like I remember." So he decided to check me again, before he broke my water and started me on the pitocin. When he checked me, he said I was dilated to a 5 so he broke my water, but decided I didn't need any pitocin because this baby was coming no matter what.
The contraction weren't too bad, then the nurse checked me again. She said I was at a 7. Then about half an hour later she checked me again, and said I was still at a 7. I remembered that I was stuck at an 8 with DD #2 until I rolled over on my side. So I rolled over on my side, and the contractions got a lot stronger. I was bawling, and my poor DH Corey did such a great job! He just held my hand and talked to me. The nurse checked me again and said I was at a 9, so she was going to get the Dr. Then I felt the urge to push. I couldn't hold back no matter how hard I tried. So the Dr. walked in just in time to deliver the baby. SHe was born at 4:03 p.m. I couldn't believe it was so fast. They didn't even have enough time to take the bottom part of the bed off. She was healthy and pretty much came out screaming. Great color and reflexes. Perfect Apgar score. No stitches for me either! Just a little of what the Dr. described as "road rash in the private area".
Birth StoriesMy birth story is a very short one. I went into the hospital at 5:30am on June 11th for my scheduled c-section. They hooked me up to the monitor for 1/2 hour so they could monitor the baby, and started my IV fluids. We watched tv until 7:00am and then the anesthesiologist came in and went over his part of the surgery. They wheeled me into the OR at 8:00am, did some prep work and my DH came in at 8:10am. Brady was born at 8:17am weighing 8.2 pounds and was 19.25inches long... my DH watched the whole surgery! after Brady was born they did his apgars, he got a 9 for the 5 min apgar and a 9 for the 10 min apgar. They took Brady out in the hall and weighed and measured him, and then Brady and my DH came back in and sat with me until the end of the surgery. I was surprised that it didn't hurt as bad as I thought it was going to... I was afraid of the spinal, but it really didn't hurt that much. After Brady was born, we all went across the hall in recovery until 10:30am and then I went to my permanent room. By 6pm I was sick of sitting in bed so I asked to get up and walk and I sat in a rocking chair for 2 hours. I slept ok when I slept, Brady was with me until 2am and then I asked the nurse to take him so I could get some rest. The next morning at 6am I asked the nurse to take my cathader out because it was hurting me. They were amazed I wanted it out and I have been up walking around since then. This surgery hasn't been that bad. I am recovering so much quicker than I ever thought I would! I did stay the full 4 days in the hospital, but it was my choice to stay. We were both ready to come home today. I have been taking things slow, taking little walks with the baby just to get some fresh air. We had no problems or complications, my doctor was wonderful and the nurses that took care of me were fantastic. It was a great delivery!
Birth StoriesOn Monday I had read the post from Fawn and I was having the same issues where I thought I was leaking and the baby was really not moving around, and I was over due by 2 days at this point. I called the doctor and they told me to come into the office to get checked.
I got to the office and they checked and they found the heartbeat right away and everything was good with baby. I had dialated to 5cm and she said that the water bag was bulging. She said that I could go to the hospital, and to to them that I had been having contractions if they asked so that they wouldnt send me home
Meanwhile I hadnt told anyone that I was going to the doctor, so I called DH, MIL and my mom and told them we could go the hospital now. They were all in a frenzy to get all together, I was very calm.
On the way to the hospital, the contractions started and they were a few minutes apart, I was just hoping that my water wouldnt break on the way. We got to the hospital and they let me check in right away. After getting changed and situated in the room, my water broke.
They told me I could have an epidural whenever I needed it, I tried to hold out, and waited for about an hour. I got the epidural around 6 (we got to the hospital around 5 pm). The doctor who gave it was great and he got it on the first try and I was MUCH more comfortable
Around 7 they checked and I still hadnt dialated past 5cm, so they started on pitocin and everything was going well. When they checked at 10pm, I still hadnt dialted much more, so they upped the pitocin. They said that if I didnt start progressing by the next time they checked in two hours at all, then we would have to discuss other options.
At midnight they checked and I was at 9 1/2 cm. They wait until 1 and I was fully complete. I got to start pushing and it was great, I didnt feel any pain, we were even dicussing the news and TV between pushes. I did get a bit nauseous from bending with the pushes and I threw up once. But other than, DH found that the expeirence was so much better than he had built up in his mind.
They did have to do an episiotomy, not sure how deep it was or how many stitches, but it hasnt that bad. She came out at 155 am and she weighed in at 8 lbs and was 19 inches long. She has a full head of hair, and we named her Caitlin Marie. We are learning the breastfeeding process, and we are all doing fine!
Birth StoriesI was induced Sunday night--it was 8:30pm before I was all set up and things were in place to get my labor under way. The Dr. who put in the balloon catheter asked why I was being induced because I didn't seem very ready, but the nurse said I was just over 40 weeks, so Bryan and I thought we were in for a long night. I was a little crampy and having some mild contractions until 1:30am when the nurse came and the balloon catheter had finished dilating me to a 3-4. She was going to let me sit like for a little bit till they got permission to break my water and start pitocin; however, much to everyone's surprise, only about 5 minutes after they pulled the catheter out, I felt a pop and a gush. I told Bryan I thought my water just broke, so I called the nurse and sure enough it had broken on its own. Immediately the contractions got really bad, all my own body's doing at this point. I only suffered through that for about 45 minutes when I decided it was defitinely time for my epidural. It took about 15 mins for the anest. to come in. It took 3 tries to get the epidural in the right place--after the second failed attempt I was getting nervous they might give up and I wouldn't get one, but thank heavens, the third time was a charm!!! Getting the stinkin IV in my wrist hurt way more than getting any of the 3 epidurals. By 3 am I was blissfully comfortable and slept for a little bit. At 5 am the nurse came and checked me and I was an 8 and ready in everyother way. She was utterly shocked and said this was going to go very fast. She immediately called the Dr. who arrived at 5:20am and very hurriedly had to put his smock on with my dh's help, and hold his hand on the baby's head as it was coming out too fast! He got his gloves on as quickly as possible and with just about 5 sets of pushes, at 5:40am on June 11th, Zoe entered the world healthy and happy! She barely cried and has barely cried ever since. It was such an amazing and wonderful experience. She weighed 8.2 and was 19.25" long.
She is just adorable and has been the best baby--granted only 3 days old, but a sweatheart so far. Her brothers adore her and love looking at her and holding her.
Birth StoriesTaylor’s Birth Story:
I started having what felt like period type cramping at 10 am on Monday, June 18, 2007. They would come and go every 5 minutes so I was excited. This continued on throughout the day, coming every 4-5 minutes in the afternoon. I actually had a doc appt. Monday so I went to that at 4pm. I told the doc I think I’m in early labor, and he did an internal exam on me. I was dialated 3cm and was 90% effaced. He said it could be tonight! So, then I was really excited. At this point, I tried not to get my hopes up too much because it could still be false labor and the contractions didn’t hurt too badly. But, I figured they were the real deal since no matter what I was doing, they came regularly. Jeremy was at work at 8pm when the contractions started getting more painful and coming about 3-4 minutes apart. So, I called him to come home and help me breathe through them. He was really helpful and would massage me each time I had a contraction. At 11:30pm I realized they were really starting to hurt and were now coming every 2-3 minutes. Also, I went to take a warm shower to ease the pain a little and then went to the restroom and noticed some trickling going into the toilet and I had no control of it, so I knew it wasn’t urine. It must be my water!! I was so excited and we called the doctor and she told us to come in. We got to the hospital at midnight and the nurse checked me in, and did an internal exam. I was at 5-6cm at this point. I then got hooked up to the IV for fluid and antibiotics since I have group B strep. We put in our relaxing music, which helped a lot and Jeremy would hold my hand during each contraction and get me a new wet washcloth for my head after each one. He is so wonderful. I was fully dialated by 2:30am and pushed until 4:45am when Taylor was born!!! I don’t remember saying this, but Jeremy says when they put her on me, my reaction was “Wow, that was it?!” My labor went very well. Oh, and the doc had to do a small episiotomy and I ended up having a 3rd degree tear. Not fun.
Taylor Marie Smith was born on June 19th, 2007 at 4:45am. She weighed 8lbs. 8oz. and was 20 ½ inches long. She is just beautiful! She took to breastfeeding with a little difficulty at first, but is now a pro.
This part is kind of blurry for me, as so much was going on. After I was stitched up, the doctor told me that there was some bleeding that she couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. But wasn’t too concerned at first, because it wasn’t a whole lot. After about 2 hours of being in the birthing room, they were ready to wheel me up to the pregnancy floor. When I went to get up, I got very pale and weak and just sat on the edge of the bed with my head on the nurse’s shoulder. Then I stood up and a gush of blood just came right out everywhere. I actually didn’t see it myself, which I am glad. But Jeremy did and he says it scared the crap out of him. He said it was like another placenta just came out of me. The nurses called in the doc quick and laid me back down and hooked me up to oxygen. The doc went to examine me and still could not figure out where all this blood just came from. It was so far inside of me. They ended up wheeling me on my bed to the Operating room. At this point, I was pretty scared. I could tell Jeremy was too but was trying to remain strong and calm. They put me out in the OR and had an ultrasound done so they could tell where the blood was coming from. I guess the ultrasound lady passed out because there was so much blood. The OB doc tried and tried for 1 ½ hours to stitch me up to stop the bleeding but I guess my skin is just so fragile, she said it was like butter. So, instead they packed me with some gauze stuff. And had to re-stitch my vagina opening, which was also difficult I guess (very fragile skin). I came out of the OR and eventually was taken back to my room. Doc gave me the report of everything they did and said that I’m torn to shreds right now. I’m also extremely swollen and black and blue. It was just a mess down there. I ended up getting 2 pints of blood to me. Then they took a blood sample later on to see my blood count and it was still low. Don’t remember the exact number, something like 7.4? They did another one later on and then I was at 8. something.. So, they were going to send me back up to the upper floor. Well, I ended up not making it again. Same thing, got pale, lost some blood and put on oxygen. Got another 2 pints of blood given to me. After awhile they got my blood back to the 8 somethings (it went back down to 6 something before this). I finally was brought up to the next floor, after they took out my packing and the blood had slowed down. When I left the hospital, my blood count was in the upper 8’s I believe. I’m anemic now and have to take iron supplements. At first, I was pretty confined to the bed. It was sooo hard to walk or even move in bed because I was so swollen. I was finally discharged on Friday walking like an old man. As of right now, still healing. I get low grade fevers every night but end up going away in the morning. Doc said that is ok after what I’ve been through. Jeremy and I have been completely exhausted. Today (Saturday) has been good so far though. Each day seems to get better and better. Swelling has gone down a lot now, which makes it easier for me to get around a little more. Trying to catch up on sleep. It was a very traumatic and stressful experience, but everything should be ok now. And we have the cutest little girl!
Oh, I forgot to add that some of the reasons of my excessive bleeding was because of my pelvis, my tender skin, and that my placenta was not contracting smaller like it should have been. Doc wants me to seriously consider a c-section if I have any more kids, which I was planning on doing. Jeremy and I are both a little hesitant about it now..