March 3, 2011
I was laying in bed asleep when I was awoken by a popping sound at 2:30am. It was a familiar sound. I was sure my water just broke, but nothing was coming out. I stood up and still nothing happened, so I figured it was just the baby moving. I started walking to the bathroom and that’s when I felt the gush. I was now certain that my water had broken. I woke Tyler up and we started calling people. I called my mom and my sister. He called his mom. I knew my midwife was on vacation this week, so I called the answering service and was told who was on call. It was a new doctor and I had never heard of her before. She called me back shortly after. She had a thick German accent, and to be honest, it scared me from the beginning. She just sounded like she was going to do things differently than I wanted. I wanted a drug-free/intervention-free birth just like my other two. I wanted my body to do what it was supposed to do and progress on its own without being pushed or pressured to do anything. She recommended that I head to the hospital because with this being my third, she thought things would progress quickly and the baby would come faster than my other two.
I ended up taking a shower since contractions hadn’t picked up much yet. I paced around the house for a bit making sure everything was all set. Tyler’s father ended up coming over to watch the kids, who were still in bed, and we left for the hospital around 4:30am. When we got to the hospital and were being checked in and brought to my room, I was asked what kind of labor I was looking for. I told the nurse and she warned me that the on call dr did things differently and was very strict. She likes her patients to labor in bed only and not get up. She also doesn’t like her patients drinking anything at all, which included water and ice chips. I almost started crying. I didn’t want my birth to be ruined by a dr with different beliefs than me. I was then told that the shift change was coming up in about 3 hours and this dr would be leaving and a midwife would be coming in. It just so happens that this was the midwife that delivered Madelyn. I really liked her a lot, so I was really relieved. I only had to make it through 3 hours with the dr before Lucy, the midwife, would be in. I knew I could do it!
Things were progressing slowly. I thought for sure that with this being my third child and being so close to my last, that labor would pick up quickly. I was wrong. Things were so slow. Contractions where not regular and they were very mild. I tried to get some sleep, which was hard. Then it was time for the shift change and Lucy came in! I was very excited and she was excited that she got to deliver another one of my babies since that rarely happens for her. My parents got there shortly after.
Hours went by. I was stuck at 4cm for what seemed like forever. I was getting frustrated and upset. I started getting emotional and crying because I was so anxious to begin with and it just seemed like all this time, so much was building up and I didn’t know what to do. I sat on the birth ball, I stood up, I laid down and tried to get some sleep, I sat up in bed. I didn’t really do a ton of walking because I was tied to my bed for the first three hours and I was just so tired at that point. There isn’t a whole lot of area to walk around here since it’s a small hospital, but I walked around my room as much as I could.
My water continued leaking , but the baby’s head was sealing part of the amniotic sac so Lucy decided to break that bit of water. I had a lot more amniotic fluid leaking out and I thought for sure that things would pick up, but they were still slow. Still stuck at 4cm. I was STARVING. They told me that I couldn’t eat anything, but I could drink anything I wanted or have a popsicle. I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before and my stomach was grumbling so much. I felt like my hunger pangs were competing with my contractions!
Finally, things started to pick up and I was progressing. I knew at this point, it wouldn’t be long before my least favorite part, the pushing stage. I was at about 8cm-9cm when my sister came to visit. I told her that she could stay while I delivered the baby If she wanted. This was the first time that she would watch me deliver a baby. My mother, mother-in-law and Tyler were all there for the birth as well, just as they had been for my other two. I started getting emotional again and crying. Just the anticipation of having another baby and everything I had gone through during the day.
I started to feel really pushy. I knew it wasn’t going to be long. I was asked if it was ok if some of the student nurses watched the delivery. At that point, I didn’t care. When it was time to start pushing, I think there were somewhere around 10 or 11 people in the hospital room watching. I can honestly say it didn’t bother me one bit. I was in my own world. I was ready to push. I started pushing, but I didn’t feel right. I didn’t feel like she was ready, even though I was feeling the urge to push very strongly. I pushed a few times, but then stopped and let my body move the baby down on its own. I had to really focus and breathe through these contractions because I really felt like I needed to push, but I wanted to let her move down on her own a bit. Finally, I felt ready and started to push. Charlotte’s head was out within 1-2 pushes. After her head was out, Lucy told me to push slowly because Charlotte’s shoulders were stuck. The next thing I knew, I was laying flat on the bed and nurses were holding up my legs and pushing on my stomach to get the baby out. Lucy’s hands felt like they were up in my vagina trying to get the baby out. It was such intense pain. It was scary, but she finally came out in another couple of pushes. She was turning blue and not crying, so they put her on my chest for only a minute before taking her to the warmer. She was only at the warmer for a couple of minutes before she started crying and turning pink, so they brought her back over to me. She was perfect! Nothing was wrong with her; she just got a little stuck because of her size.
After she was born, I held her for a while. She nursed great from the start and has been since. When I was finally ready to get up and walk around and shower, one of the nurses wanted to feel my uterus first and check my bleeding. When she pushed on my uterus, a lot of blood came out. She was pushing and kneading on my uterus so hard and it was excruciating. I wanted to cry. They called Lucy back in and Lucy literally shoved her entire hand up my uterus and started pulling out blood clots. She told me that they were worried about post-partum hemorrhaging. She then told me about these pills that help stop the bleeding and help firm up the uterus. The only thing is that these pills need to be inserted up the rectum. There were five pills and she described having to put them in like a roll of Sweet Tarts. Just lovely. That was super painful as well. After that, I had nurses constantly poking and prodding and squeezing my uterus. It was so painful, but finally my uterus started to cooperate and firmed up and the bleeding lessened.
Since then, everything has been fine. This was my longest labor, which lasted 13 hours. I know it could be a lot worse, but I was hoping It would be shorter than my other two! Tyler brought the kids to visit last night. Parker was so excited to finally meet Charlotte. He kept asking questions about her and wanting to hold her and touch her. It was cute. Madelyn was interested, but really didn’t know what was going on. Charlotte is doing great and they are releasing us today. We need to wait until she is 24 hours old to get another test and we should be able to leave. I can’t wait. I’m a little sad because there were so many people here visiting yesterday when I was in labor, but no visitors yet today. People have to work, Tyler’s at home with the kids. It’s just a little sad. I’ll be home soon though. I can’t wait.
Now to share some pictures. :-)
Trying the birth ball
Back to mommy
Parker meeting his sister for the first time. He loves her so much already!
My beautiful baby girl