On Monday the 18th we checked into the hospital at 6:00 pm to be induced. at 7:25 we were given Cervadal. I was 1 cm dialated. We slept well through the night I was having contractions about 7-8 minutes apart. My MW came in at 7:00 and checked I was at 2 cm. She broke my water and started me on the Pitocin. What felt like only moments later I was having some pretty strong contraction only a few minutes apart. At 9:30 they started to administer the epidrual, it took about 30 minutes to get it in and by 10:20 I was starting to feel releif, however it was only on my left side. They came back in and gave me a shot of something that took the pain away on the right side. Now I was able to rest and feel good, but only for 2 hours. At 12:45 I was 7 cm and feeling everything again. I was already starting to feel like pushing. at 1:50 they tried the epidural again. It wasn't working and at 2:15 I started to push. That was the worst feeling ever. I had no eipidural. I can't imagine how women do that. By 3:30 the baby was not moving down and I couldn't take it anymore. They called the doctor in and she tried the vacuum . By 4:00 they stopped and decided to do a C Section. I kept telling them she wasn't moving down I could feel where she was with every push.
anyway at 4:35 pm Samantha Ann was born, weighing 6 lbs 5 oz and 20 1/2 in. She is absolutely beautiful and perfect and worth every ounze of pain and misery I went through.
The C section was becuase my pelvis is too narrow and couldn't push her out. There is a medical name for it but I can't remember. The induction was a great experince and had nothing to do with the section. I will however always have to have a C section.
After three weeks of high blood pressure, the docs decided to induce me 4 days after my due date. I was dilated to 4 and 80% effaced when I arrived at the hospital on Thursday and they hooked me up to Pitocin at 9:15 am. I didn't feel any contractions until 11:30, and once they started, they didn't stop! I used my Lamaze breathing techniques, and Simon was a great coach.
By 2:30 I was dilated to 8 and got my epidural, which took the guy three tries to get right because my tattoo was in his "sweet spot" and he had to find another area. I was then able to sleep a little bit, but could still move my legs and feel some pressure and some back pain. They checked me at 5:30 and I was complete, but since Cain was at 0 station, they decided to let the contractions bring him down further before they would let me push.
I wish I had asked them to at least let me try, I'm pretty sure I could have made it no problem, but they didn't want me to get too tired too early. So then for some reason, the nurse turned down the Pitocin and left. This ultimately caused my contractions to become weak and erratic. At about 7:00 I could feel Cain *right there* totally ready to come out, and there was tons of pressure to push, but they told me I had to wait until my contractions were regular again. So they upped the Pitocin and I had to lie there and try not to push for over an hour.
I kept thinking I was feeling contractions and I was using every ounce of willpower not to push. The nurse told me I was just feeling him moving. So I hung in there, swearing they were contractions, but not knowing any better since I'm a first time mom. Finally at 9:30 the nurse came in and said we should try a few practice pushes so that she knew what she was dealing with. On the first push Simon said "I see his hair!" and the nurse told me to stop. She brought in the doctor and the whole crew got set up and ready to go.
They surrounded me, took their positions, ...... and stared. I was writhing around because of the pressure I was feeling, but they were telling me to hold on, let's wait for a contraction. They sat and looked at me impatiently for about five minutes, and I was beginning to lose hope that I would have him any time soon. I kept asking them are they SURE I wasn't having contractions, because regardless of what the monitor said, I FELT like my body knew what it was doing. So the nurse felt my stomach and said "Oh my gosh, she IS contracting! Why isn't it showing up on the monitor? Oh no, that's the wrong patient on the monitor!" They had been monitoring the woman in room 4 on my screen!
So they finally let me push and within 5 minutes, out popped Cain! His Apgars were 9 & 9 and he was healthy and hardy. I tore quite a bit, but I'm healing well. I just wish they would have listened to me, because I could have had a MUCH shorter labor! But 12 hours is nothing to complain about, and I got the vaginal birth I wanted. Over all, it was a great delivery and has made me so much more proud of every mom I know! We're home now, breastfeeding and bonding and I'm loving every bit of being a mommy!
Tuesday, June 12th I woke up to contractions at 5:30 am. I went to the computer and started timing them…they were coming every 6-8 minutes lasting about 45 seconds long. This continued until about 9:00 am and then they just stopped. I was a bit frustrated but went about my day. The boys and I met Matt (DH) for lunch at the park for lunch at 1:00. We had a great time enjoying each other’s company. Layton and I started playing a game where I would chase after him as best as a big pregnant lady can. Anyway….I was exhausted so I came home and took a nap. I woke up at 4:30pm to some contractions. At 5:00 they were still coming so I started timing….they were 2 minutes apart lasting 45 seconds. My oldest came and started helping me time the contractions. I decided that I wanted to stand up so he would push the space bar when the contractions started and ended. The first contraction after standing up was 1 minute long and the next one was too. I started to feel kind of wet so I went to the bathroom and found blood. I told Chase to get DH. After that began the rush to get the boys ready to go to a friend’s house and us to the hospital.
On the drive to the hospital the contractions slowed to about 5 minutes apart but were more intense than they had been. Once I stepped out of the car to walk in the hospital they picked up again in frequency. I got up to my room and they put the monitors on me and checked me….I was 5 cm, 100%, with a bulging bag of waters. The nurse said that I was so stretchy she could have probably stretched me to a 10. But she couldn’t because I had tested positive and they needed to get the antibiotics in me. So I laid in the bed until they got the first bag in. Then I walked around for about 25 minutes. She checked me again and I was 8 cm. They hooked me back up and started on the second bag. After that I walked around maybe another 20 minutes. We went back to the room and I was standing during the contractions using a chair to grip. Between one contraction I squatted down to the floor. As soon the next contraction came I knew it was time. I had terrible pressure. I got back on the bed so she could check me…just a small lip of cervix left.
I was in terrible pain while sitting on the bed. My back and tailbone were killing me and I was ready to crawl out of my skin. I told the nurse I was turning over to my hands and knees. It was amazing how much that helped. The pain was so much less intense. She asked me a couple minutes later if I was ready to turn back over. I let out this guttural “NO!” There was no way I was going back to that position. DH told her that I had delivered like that with my last and she seemed satisfied with that. So I was leaning over the back of the bed (raised up) on my knees. I had the urge to push and was told that I couldn’t because my MW wasn’t there yet. That was horrible to need to push and not be able to. As soon as I heard the MW voice I started pushing. With the first push I felt my water break. Second push I felt the head come out and the rest of the body with my 3rd push—all one contraction. The MW hadn’t even been in the room 5 minutes. Since I had my back to everyone I didn’t see Dh or my baby but I remember there being mention of a unhappy little boy! The MW had me turn over to deliver the placenta and that is when I first saw my sweet little boy! The feelings that rushed over me were so overwhelming. It is amazing how much you love that little person. Zander Jay was born at 11:18pm, June 12th. He weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces and was 20 inches long.
We had to stay a little bit longer due to being GBS positive. Zander had a couple of scares with his breathing on the second day and he lost too much weight so we had to stay another extra day. But he is doing well now and is breastfeeding like a champ. We are watching his bili levels closely. We are all so in love with him and are enjoying having a baby in the house again.
Julia Rose arrived 6/12/07 @ 11:04 am
6lb, 10 oz, 19 inches
Birth Story (finally)
At 1:30 am on 6/11/07, I awoke and thought my water broke. I called the dr. and he said to go to the hospital. When we arrived the dr. checked me and said that it was not my water breaking (what the heck was it then I'd like to know). So, they sent me home and told me to come in the next day if I still thought I was leaking fluid. The next day, sure enough I was still leaking fluid so I went in to see dr. He checked me and confirmed my water had broken. I was still not dilated at all yet though. They sent me upstairs and I was admitted into my labor and delivery room. They started pitocin at 5:30 pm on 6/11 to get my cervix to start dilating. It was a very low dose and they told me that it would be very gradually increased and I would likely not deliver until the next day, in the early afternoon. At 11:00 pm I was only 1 cm dilated. At 3:00 am I was 3 cm dilated. At this point they starting bumping up pitocin every half hour. This is when the pain really began. I couldn't take the pain anymore by 5:00 am and requested the epidural. Boy do I wish I asked for it sooner. By the time they got my iv fluids going and the anesthesiologist made it to my room it was 7:00 am. The contractions were extremely intense by this point. I was 5 cm dilated now. Talk about instant relief...WOW. Thank God for epidurals! I really give women who have completely natural childbirth ALOT of credit! By 9:00 am I was 10 cm dilated! I went from 5 to 10 Fast! As soon as I got to 10 cm I got really bad chills. I kept putting more and more blankets on myself to warm up but nothing worked. Apparently this commonly happens during the "transition" stage to pushing.
I did some pushing at this point, but baby wasn't completely descended. So they let me "labor down" for about another half hour. They cut back on my epidural at this point so that I could feel the contractions/pain and be able to push better. So much for all of the relief I had from the epidural. It was time for hard labor again now. The pressure down below was very strong and I felt like baby was going to come out. The nurse came back in just before 10:00 am and it was time to PUSH. I never realized how difficult and completely exhausting the pushing process would be! It took me one hour of pushing to get her out, which they said is pretty good for a first time mom. Towards the end I was getting completely exhausted and I was sooo Hot. As soon as the head was "there" the dr. still hadn't arrived, so I had to resist pushing to wait for dr. He arrived just in time. Julia was born at 11:04 am. She came out screaming and kicking and punching and looked great! The dr. layed her on my belly. My first reaction was "she's so tiny" - but I felt a sensation of complete and utter relief that she was out of me and was alive and vigorous! I was officially a mommy!
They had a neonatal team from the NICU present to examine her, due to complications with hydrops during pregnancy and known T21 diagnosis. They took her over to table and a whole team of them examined her. At first, they said she was well enough to go to the regular nursery. But, after they brought her to nursery, her O2 saturation was dipping down, so they brought her to NICU to be monitored. They had to give her supplemental oxygen overnight. Her hematocrit level was high which is what caused this. They performed a partial transfusion, where they removed a small amount of blood from her belly button and replaced it with saline solution, to dilute down the blood. This corrected the hematocrit problem. Because my water had been broken for more than 24 hours, they had to give her antibiotics, in the event there was any infection (now why didn't they believe me in the first place my water had broken, this could have been avoided?). She had some jaundice too, so they had to put her on the bili bed too. She had all kinds of tests performed while she was there (echocardiogram of heart, ultrasound of the kidneys & spine, cat scan of the brain). They really did a very thorough job of making sure everything was OK. Everything was NORMAL except there was mild dilation in one of the kidneys. Since her birth we followed up on that and her kidneys are fine!! We are so happy her heart is healthy, as so often babies with T21 are born with heart defects. She did fail her hearing test in her left ear. We are having follow up hearing test next week. The dr. said 90% of babies who fail hearing test at birth pass when they are retested. We are hoping and praying this is the case. She had to stay in the NICU for 5 nights before she came home - no major problems, they just had to make sure her bilirubin, hematocrit levels were ok and she gained some weight back. I was discharged after 2 days, but the hospital had a room for parent's with babies in the NICU that we were able to stay the whole time. This was really a lifesaver!! We are so glad we decided to deliver at the hospital with a fully equipped NICU (I had debated about this earlier in the pregnancy whether to deliver at local hospital or further away, more equipped hospital). Time has really flown by since she was born, but we are at home and doing very well. She is breast feeding also!! It hasn't been easy, but I think we have gotten the hang of it now. We are already signed up with Early Intervention and it will begin next week. She is truly precious and words can't describe the happiness she is bringing to our family
OK here is my birth story—sorry for the delay, things have been crazy and I’m sure you can all relate It is very long and the medical stuff is spelled incorrectly but you’ll get the idea
I started having contractions every 6 mins on Thursday June 7th at about 4PM. These contractions weren’t bad but they definitely were contractions. I had an appointment Friday morning to have a NST and an u/s to check the fluid levels so I decided to wait it out. I called the office Friday morning before I went in to let them know I had been having contractions consistently since Thursday afternoon every 6 mins. I wanted to make sure they still wanted to go through with the u/s first or if this was just going to be it. I don’t get the u/s done in my office they are done in another office same building, but I was scheduled for the u/s first so that my Dr could go over the results with me. They told me to come in to the office first and then they’d see.
I went in and saw the Dr. she checked me and I was still just about 2 cm dilated and about 80% effaced, so they sent me to the u/s as planned and then I came back to have NST and get U/S results. U/S showed baby was 9lbs 4oz give or take a lb. but everything looked good (I was three days over due) During NSt my contractions were coming 3 ½ mins apart so Dr. sent me to the hospital to walk and then see where I was at. So I went to the hospital and they checked me again with the monitor and made me walk for an hour after that my Dr came by and checked me again—no progress but based on baby’s size and possibility of it being a 10lb baby they decided to admit me and start pitocine to move things along. I was admitted at 1:30 PM Friday 6/8. Things were going fine they started my fluids and meds b/c I was GBS + then they started the pitocine and second bag of meds. Eventually she came in and broke my water and the contractions started getting horrible. I wanted drugs ASAP, but the guy was in the OR so they gave me Stadol which worked for like 10 mins and then I lost it—the pain was unbearable. I suffered for 30 more mins and then my favorite man showed up to give me the epi. They cleared the room and the nurse held me down hunched over so they could do it—the whole time I’m having these HORRIBLE contractions so close together seemed like 1 min apart if I was lucky, but I’m afraid to move and be paralyzed so I had an outer body experience during the epi process. Of course the first attempt went wrong hit some nerve my body spazed and blood went up the catheter so they had to remove it and try again after checking to make sure I was ok and clean up mess. Eventually I got the epi and they gave me that happy trigger button for extra painful times. Epi didn’t work 100% and I could still feel contractions so a little while later they called my friend back and he injected a boluss which did the trick right away I was feeling great! Then baby’s heart rate crashed so on went the oxygen mask and they had hands inside trying to rub her head and stimulate her while shifting me all over the bed –eventually she was fine and it was my turn my heart rate crashed twice so for like an hour or more I was out of it totally. Then it got worse as the vomiting began along with the pushing. I think I pushed for like 2 ½ hours at least and vomited the whole time. Steve had one leg, my sister had the other and my mom had the vomit bins at my face. Finally the Doctor came in suited up and it was go time, I was convinced my epi wore off and was hitting the trigger like crazy But I kept pushing but it was still not enough and things went bad again so they cut me not sure the degree but She gave me an episiotomy and then they had to use the vacuum to suck the baby out. Steve wasn’t able to cut the cord as it was wrapped tightly around her neck and she was blue so Dr worked quickly. She was out THANK GOD!!!
I delivered the placenta while they worked on her—piece of cake after the baby and they stitched me up. Amelia weighed 8lbs 3 oz and was beautiful and healthy although she had quite the cone head with an extra cone from the suction on top of that poor baby! She was born at 2:43 AM June 9th. I finally made it to my recovery room at 5:30 AM—took a while to move me because I couldn’t feel my legs for so long and they wanted me to change and pee.—they did not make me shower THANK GOD! Although I’m sure I could have used one. So then the recovery seemed painful but normal—I did not develop hemorrhoids—the only thing other than an emergency c-section that didn’t seem to happen to me I heard they could be worse than stitches so I had bought 3 things of tucks pads-- oh well! I was discharged on Monday with Amelia Home was so nice after being in the hospital since Friday, but 2 weeks post partum I ended up with 101 fever and serious pains in my back and legs and whole body, I saw the Doctor and I had developed an infection in my uterus, has a fancy endro something name but I cannot remember it. Instead of admitting me I was put on oral meds which I wanted b/c I didn’t want to be away form baby, but the next day my fever was up to 103 degrees. My mom is a nurse practitioner and she was over helping care for the baby so she called the Dr herself to talk about it and see if I should be in the hospital. The Dr decided to keep me at home and let the meds in my system for a full 24 hours before iv meds. Eventually med worked fine along with some pain pills and I recovered. I had a mild reaction to the medication and had a rash and hives in the middle of last week and was so itchy, but the meds are out of my system now and I’m feeling 1000 times better I’m finally really enjoying being a mom of course she is a month old and I’m trying to figure out where the time went
So here are a couple pictures—the first is Amelia on the scale, the next is the delivery team of mom, sis, and Proud daddy, and the last is of Amelia now 1 month later
June 29th Friday morning I got up around 8 a.m got Elton changed and into the living room. While I was walking I started to feel leaking. Didn't think nothing of it but the more I would move the more I kept leaking onto my pantiliner.
9:30a.m I put Elton down for his nap went to lay down as I was feeling cxt as soon as I laid down more leaking.
10:00 a.m I decided to take a shower that's when water leaked all down my leg.
10:30 a.m I caled m Ob as I had an appointment at 11:40 that a.m they said to come in went and as I waited for the elevator a gush came I knew now it really was my water. She sent me to the hospital.
11a.m went home got last minute things ready for Elton
11:45a.m in triage got connected
12:30 p.m did the ferning test and it turned blue which confirmed my water ruptured. 3 cm
1:15 p.m In my room my awesome nurse Nancy put my i.v in for antibiotics due to my GBS+
2 p.m water broke some more
2:40 p.m 5 cm and in lots of pain
3p.m Got Nubain strong cxt my Nurse helped me breath which helped alot.
3:30 p.m gave me oxygen due to baby not moving and being sleepy.
4:15 p.m 6 cm lots of pain still breathing kicked out my sister and Elton because I wanted to scream and wanted it quiet. I didn't want to scare him.
5 p.m made me start blowing so I wouldn't push.
5:15 p.m In agony checked me 9.5 cm got everything ready. Started pushing 4 cxt and pushes and
5:30 p.m Sevana Elise was born. 8 lbs 4oz 19.5" long. She had the darkest hair and is absolutely beautiful. Total opposite of Elton but gorgeous. No tears a perfect delivery. Elton and Sevana are exactly 12 months and 1 day apart.
Her pedi had her blood drawn due to me being GBS+ and around 10 p.m Friday they said her labs showed she had an infectionso they took he to the newborn nursery to get an I.v in so she can recieve her antibiotics. She stayed that night in the nursery. Saturday morning she came back to my room and we started BF. She stayed with me the whole day except when she gets her meds. Around 5:30 p.m my nurse came in to run more test, they pricked her foot and put blood on the card in 5 little circles. Tested her bilirubin and it was 4.5 normal is below 5 so it was high. The dr. came in and informed me that my pedi request that she stay at the hospital for a week to recieve antibiotics. I was upset because Elton also stayed in the NICU for a week after he was born.
I was just discharged Sunday July 1st at 5:30 p.m. and Sevana is in the nursery. I am sad but know it's for the best. Here are lots of pics. Enjoy
Sevana was discharged on July 6th weighing 8 lbs 6 oz she is doing great and big brother is awesome
Adrian Robert was born on Friday, June 22. He was 8 lbs 8 ounces, and came into the world with attitude (he pooped on the doc on the way out). I had a scheduled c-section and everything went really well. The epidural did not hurt at all, but they had to give me extra because one of my legs didn't respond as well as the other. So it was a full 24 hours until I could do more than wiggle the toes on my right leg. The pain and recovery has been more than I expected, but I'm probably a wimp because I've never had anything more than a tooth filling before. The breastfeeding has been going great (knock on wood). They gave him to me before we left the operating room, and I held him while they wheeled me to recovery. In recovery, the nurse got him in position, put him right on me, and he immediately started nursing. Like he had been doing it for years. I was shocked, because I had been worried about it. Now we are home and all is well. Congrats to all of the other blessed mamas who had their little ones this week.
Marshall's birth story. Due June 13, 2007, born on June 12, 2007.
Marshall was fairly still for about three days. For the first time I laid down to do kick counts. He'd have about a half hour/day of active time which was quite unusual for him. I figured he was just getting too big in there to do too much.
On Monday I lost a bit more of my mucous plug a few times throughout the day.
On Monday afternoon I watched my best friends 11 month old for an hour and a half while she had a massage. While she crawled around the house she swept the dirt off of her hands. I had been vacuuming and mopping at least weekly for a long time but the week or more before I had just been too tired to keep up on house work. That evening I suddenly wanted everything to be very clean so I vaccuumed the entire first floor, dusted etc. swept any corner cobwebs and I just knew that it was time to make sure the toilet and tub were cleaned because if I started to get nauseaus when labour finally started, I was not looking forward to staring into THAT bowl.
Jeff was outside in the garage puttering around but I really wanted him to come in and clean the bathroom for me because he said he would and after vacuuming I knew my back couldn't handle the job. He came into the house around 9pm but wanted to go to bed. I wanted to stay up until midnight cleaning house but decided to join him instead.
On Tuesday morning around 2:25am I woke up feeling a little damp so went to go pee figuring I was losing a little more mucous again. When I laid back down in bed I had achey pain in my back and lower abdomen. I checked the time and tried to fall back to sleep. About 7 minutes later it happened again. After the third one I woke up Jeff and told him what I was feeling. He was going to stay in bed a bit longer incase he ended up having to go to work that day afterall. While I moved around upright I started having more contractions which were now 3-4 minutes apart. Jeff got up with me and made himself an egg sandwich. The contractions were getting stronger so I walked around the kitchen while he ate. During the next hour Jeff cleaned the toilet and tub as promised.
Around 5am we decided to call the midwife and let her know what was happening. The contractions were pretty intense and I let her know that I think we skipped a big part of the labour process since the contractions started out so close together. We called mom, my sister, MIL and SIL. It wasn't long before everyone arrived and we moved upstairs to Marshall's room.
I lost concept of time around this point. A short time later the mw suggested we check my dilation so we could get an idea of where we started so we could watch progression and then we could keep checks to a minimum if I wanted so I agreed. I was already 100% effaced and dilated to 5 cm with bulging membranes. I tried different positions throughout labour. The most comfortable positions for me were when I was upright. Leaning forward at all caused the contractions to really hurt in the front. Leaning back caused really bad back pains. Laying on my side slowed contractions to 5 minutes apart but gave me a little bit of a break. Being in the tub wasn't comfortable for me because our tub is a claw foot that leans back too far so I got out of there pretty quick.
Jeff was amazing. I think he left me alone for two contractions during the whole process so he could have something to eat. I really missed him when he wasn't there.
My body was extremely relaxed throughout labour. It wasn't difficult for me to remember to focus on my breathing, to keep my shoulders, neck, mouth etc. relaxed. I had some trouble relaxing my lower body.
Because another mama had gone into labour at the same time that I did I had a midwife and a doula attend my birth instead of two midwives. I'm really glad it turned out this way because they played completely different roles during labour. The doula always made sure that I was drinking water, apple juice, gingerale and kept feeding me spoonfuls of honey to keep my energy up. She also made sure to tell me how well I was doing. The midwife was totally confident and continuously checked my blood pressure, Marshall's heartrate etc. She helped me by suggesting positions to try and always kept me informed and let me make the decisions about labour.
I barely talked during labour except to say what I needed, my eyes were closed most of the time. I thought I was really loud during contractions but everyone now tells me that it wasn't so bad. I moaned through most of them and for the few that caught me in a bad position I often said "Owwwwwwww" through them. Labour was harder, more intense and painful, and more primal than I had imagined.
I stayed at 9 cms with bulging membranes for a long time. My body started to push during some contractions and I could feel my body trying to get that sac to break so the baby would finally drop down the rest of the way. The midwife talked about breaking my waters to get labour to speed up but she said the contractions would become more intense. I was a little afraid of more intense - I didn't know if I could handle more. I also wanted to avoid as much intervention as possible. About an hour later after feeling my body push some more and feeling myself getting tired quickly I asked the midwife to break the membranes. I laid on my side and the gush of warmth was soothing. The waters were clear. Contractions did become a little more intense - a lot more according to anyone else in the room but I don't remember noticing a huge difference. My body was pushing more and more. I still had a small lip of a cervix so I laid on my left side for a couple of contractions and then rolled to my right side for a couple of contractions to help the lip to dilate completely. While laying on my big papasan cushion on the floor Jeff sat on the edge of the bed beside me. During an especially intense contraction I was squeezing his calf. After the contraction I looked up at him from the floor and he was crying. I started comforting him, telling him it was okay. Now that I was fully dilated I went back to the birthing stool with Jeff sitting behind me. My body was really pushing now so I pushed along with it. The pushing sensation was so weird - so automatic. My body would push so I would start to push and gave it so much more power. I pulled back on the stool with my hands as my body pushed the baby down. The midwife was checking my blood pressure and Marshall's heart rate throughout labour. My blood pressure never rose over 108/72. Marshall's heartrate stayed around 120 until this point when it dropped into the 90's. I was oblivious but apparently everyone else in the room knew that something was up by the body language of our birth attendants. They asked me to get back onto the cushion on the floor so I did. I saw the doula preparing a needle that the midwife said she would need if she had to do an episiotomy.
Everyone started urgently telling me to push, to hold in my sounds and breath during the pushes. I was reluctant at first to do it their way because I didn't want to purple push but they insisted. My mom was sitting at my head, Jeff at my side. Mom was begging me to push. I had short breaks between pushing contractions to get my breath and energy. I pushed with more than everything that I had. I started to feel him, he was close and it started to really burn. It was really hard to push when it was causing me so much pain. It was hard to hold him there between contractions - it stung pretty bad. At one point I said no to pushing but they told me I had to so I listened and then his head was out. The midwife pulled the cord out and forced it back around his head so I could push him out the rest of the way. He passed meconium during delivery. They immediately put him onto my chest and I felt his little bum in my hand. He was so squishy. He was so dark. He was darker than blue but he was crying so I knew he would be okay so I just held him and talked to him. My mom, sister, MIL and Jeff were all crying. MIL reached over to me crying and said thank you. The midwife and doula were checking his heartrate and rubbing him to stimulate his circulation and get his colour back. He was still crying and crying and it was the best sound I had ever heard. My sister cut his cord and the attendants took him to the dresser top where they continued rubbing him and they put a little tiny oxygen mask on him. He started grunting while he cried, trying to get the mucous and fluids out of his lungs.
The midwife helped me to deliver the placenta. I tore on the inside in a couple of places. The midwife later apologized saying she hated asking me to push without giving me time to stretch but I told her not to be silly, that I trusted her to get Marshall out safely. She couldn't stitch one of my tears because it was too close to my "button" - explains the extreme pain I was feeling. She couldn't even get the anesthetic in there to do the stitches.
Marshall was placed back onto my chest with his little oxygen mask which he kept trying to take off of his face. He nursed for a little bit but he continued to grunt. We were almost at the point of taking him to the hospital to see a pediatrician for the grunting when his cries became clear. Jeff had left to go and have a cigarette and was back now after pulling himself back together and he took Marshall. My mom helped me to the bath and cleaned me off. I could barely sit and I could not stand up straight because I was so sore. I wasn't allowed out of the tub until I peed - that took a while. The doula made my bed up for me but I wanted to be downstairs with my family. I held a now pink little Marshall who was awake and alert checking us all out, nursing like a champ. He was born at 12:44pm weighing 7 lbs, 12 oz. His apgar was 6 at 1minute, 9 at 5 minutes.
I couldn't sleep that afternoon, Marshall barely slept as well. Other than the pain down below I felt wonderful. I wasn't sure I ever wanted to go through labour again but emotionally I felt really good.
Marshall continued to nurse really well. The midwife was really great at showing us how to latch properly. Marshall lost 6 oz's in 3 days. By day 5 Marshall weighed 7 lbs, 13 oz! Yesterday at 9 days old Marshall weighed 8 lbs. He really likes his mamas milk.
I love him so much that it brings tears to my eyes. He is the cutest baby this mama has ever seen and now I know I would do it all over again and I am so glad I had a homebirth. My recovery was extremely fast. The day after I was hanging clothes on the line and doing dishes. I've had lots of help but have felt so well. I can't imagine doing it any other way.