6 lbs. 12 oz.
March 7th at 4:02 p.m.
Here it goes.....
I went to bed on Sunday and woke up with my back hurting at 2 a.m. and went to the bathroom. Then I went back to bed. I did this back in forth till 3 a.m. Then I noticed that this was happening every 10 mins. And I thought maybe it was just a nerve bothering me. Well by 4 :00 a.m. they were 6-7 mins. And never really felt like contractions. Just this discomfort that kept coming around. I called my Mom and told her I might be in labor but I didn't know. She said I better go to L&D just to make sure. So I woke DH up while she was on her way here to watch the kids. He really didn't freak out that bad. He has been a wreck every since my last appt. when they said it could be anytime. He didn't want me driving anywhere by myself. Okay back to the story. So my Mom gets here and we head off. I get there and I tell them I do not know if this is real or not. Well she checks me and I am 1 cm and 80%effaced. So we get hooked up to the monitor and I am having contractions every 2-3 mins. They were just like mild cramping. She came back another hour and checked me and I was a 3 and complete. She told me she really didn't think I was going to have changed, since I seemed so calm. So they call my mid-wife to let her know what is going on. My mid-wife doesn't get there till around 9. She checks me and I am at a 4. She said she had to go to the other hospital to check on someone else and would be back around lunch. I guess she thought it would be awhile. Well at 11 or so my water breaks, and the nurse checks and I am at a 6. I go on the rest of the afternoon laboring. Then around 3 my contractions all of sudden drop down to 10 mins and are getting further apart. I was afraid my body was quiting. Since my water had already broke I knew he had to come out anyway. So the pitocin I had been avoiding this whole time, I asked for it. By the way my mid-wife had not made it back yet. She was stuck in traffic and no one had told her my water broke. So she thought everything was still moving slow. They started Pitocin and my contrations picked up again. I felt pressure really fast after that and the nurse checked and I was at an 8. I asked for the pitocin to be turned off for now and they did. And the next thing I know Nicolas is making his way into the world. Right into the nurses arms. I can say this whole preg. has been draining as far as my prenatal care went. The Mid-wife I had left the practice I was at and I got this mid-wife with less than 8 weeks left of my Preg. So I never really had time to build a good relationship with her and then she wasn't even there for the birth. Oh well. At least our son was healthy as can be and my birth was without complications. I sometimes feel like I did not recieve the care I should have. But I know God was watching over us. I have one little issue. I am still bleeding alot and have alot of blood clots coming out. And I think the afterbirth might not have been delivered right. I am going to call the office on Monday if it is still flowing heavy. With my girls it was not like this. Okay I know I have rambled. Anyway that is my story.
Rachel and Ben 9-1-95
Elizabeth Lauren 4-30-96
Charity Victoria 3-10-98
Olivia Marie 1-23-03
Nicolas Dean 3-7-05
March 9, 2005, 3:07pm
8lbs 11ozs 21 inches
Tuesday, March 8 I had several appointments in the morning. First I had a NST, then an u/s to check amniotic fluid levels, then a midwife appt. Everything was fine with the NST and u/s. At my appt. I was still 4cm and 90% effaced. She stripped my membranes and I set up another appt. for a NST for Friday, March 11. That afternoon I ran errands before going home. Started to feel crampy, but nothing much. Around 1pm I thought I was having BH contractions again, they were not painful or close together, so I pretty much ignored them. They didn't go away, however, and by 5pm I was having contractions every 10-12 minutes, lasting for 30-40 seconds. Still not painful, though. Alex decided to make homemade fettuccini alfredo for supper. It was AWESOME. We joked how they say to eat a light meal if you're in labor and here I just chugged down the heaviest meal ever. Still didn't believe it was the "real deal." By 8pm my contractions were 8-9 minutes apart and still 30-40 seconds, still not painful. But my midwife said to call in when they were under 10 minutes apart. She told me to come in. So we called my mom and she came over to spend the night with Natalie (who was already in bed by then). We arrived at the hospital about 9:30pm. Contractions were now 5-7 minutes apart....still not painful but I was starting to use my hypnosis. My midwife checked me and I was still the same as my morning appt. After inital monitoring and getting admitted, they let me off the monitors and Alex and I walked the halls until about 10:30pm. 10:45pm - back on the monitors....I tried to sleep with no luck. So I listened to my hypnosis CD. I got off the monitors at 12:10 am and decided to try the birthing ball for a while. My contractions were still 5-6 minutes apart but were getting so that I had to pay more attention to them. After being on the birthing ball a while (half hour or so) my contractions picked up to every 4 minutes or so. Between 1-4am I tried to rest in the rocking chair.....my contractions were staying about the same. My midwife and I talked and we decided to have her break my water to get things rolling because I was still 4-5 cm and 90% effaced. Right after she broke my water my contractions got much more intense. I spent a little time in the bed but found it to be really uncomfortable. From about 5:30-7am I rotated between standing, using the rocking chair and the birthing ball. I had to be on the monitors now that I was really in active labor. But I had to use the bathroom a LOT. I think I was paying the price for that heavy meal the night before! By 7am I was sitting in the rocking chair with contractions that were close, long and pretty intense. I was using my hypnosis to get through each one with Alex lightly massaging my face and neck. By 8:15 am I wanted to be checked again. I climbed into bed and the contractions were AWFUL there. I was 5-6 cm....that really rocked me, I thought I would be further along. I was losing my ability to stay under hypnosis and was starting to really clench up with each contraction. I had been up for about 28 hours by that point and was getting pretty exhausted. I decided to ask for an epidural. After that I slept until about 10am. My midwife decided to insert internal monitors and see if I needed some Pitocin because my contractions weren't really registering on the external monitors. She checked me and I was 8cm, 100% effaced and 0 station. Baby had rotated from anterior to transverse at that point. By 11:30am I was 10cm but not feeling much urge to push. We decided to wait a bit and by noon I really wanted to push. I pushed until 2:15pm in various position (back, side, hands/knees, using a squat bar, etc.). Baby rotated to OP (posterior) with an asynclitic head but was down to +1 station. He had some molding on his head, as well. Midwife had the doctor on call assess me. We discussed me pushing for another hour or so as baby was handling labor fine. But I was completely out of gas. They said if I pushed another hour I "might" be able to deliver with forceps. I just couldn't do it, my body had nothing left to give. By 2:30 we decided to go ahead with the c/s and Andrew was born at 3:07pm. My recovery nurse was SUPER. She helped me nurse Andrew right away (something I didn't get to do with Natalie) and I was nursing within 90 minutes of him being born. He latched on great right from the beginning.
I have no regrets in trying for a VBAC. Both Alex and I felt with Natalie's birth that not everything was tried to make a vaginal birth possible. This time we know we did everything we could. My midwife was super and I'm very happy I did the hypnosis with her, as well. Under hypnosis she told me that nursing would go very smoothly (it has) and that I would recover very quickly. My recovery this time is a hundred times better than it was with Natalie. So despite the fact that I ended up with a repeat c/s....just the experience really helped heal a lot of emotional scars from Natalie's birth. My little man is just precious and I'm so glad he's here!
Teagan Ann Chandler
March 16, 2005
8 lb 5 oz, 20 1/4 in
This is long!!
I started having cramping and possible contractions on Tuesday at lunchtime. Went home early from work. My friend Christy came over and we went out walking the neighborhood for over an hour. The pains stopped and I was exhausted. I had hoped that the walking would bring on labor but it didn't seem to work.
Woke up Weds morning at 6 to get ready for work. Cramping like crazy and feeling really odd. Called in and started to really look forward to that afternoon's doctor visit because I had high hopes for some good news about progression towards labor. Jeff headed off to work. Around 9, I noticed that the cramps were becoming more intense and more regular. And more all over my stomach. Around 10, I called Jeff and told him he might want to be home within the next hour because this could be it. Called the doctor's office and told them what was going on and asked if I could come in earlier than my 2:15 appt. They asked some questions and told me to come in right away. I called Jeff back and told him to come home right away- we needed to get to the doctor's office.
Jeff got home, we took off. These are feeling more and more like contractions but I'm still not convinced that this is the day. We see Dr. Payne and he checks me- I'm dialatede to 4 and am 90% effaced- time to head to the hospital!
We get to the hospital around noon. I actually had to sit through admitting while having contractions. We complained about that- not a big deal but it was annoying. When we had our false start on Sunday, they took me to a room right away and Jeff handled admitting for me.
Anyway, they got us into Labor and Delivery Room 9. The contractions are definitely regular and more intense and I can no longer deny what is happening. The pain is pretty managable and Jeff is doing a great job coaching me though them. At 1:30, Dr. Wright checks me and determines that we should break my water. They do and there is a lot of meconium- so the NICU is alerted to be ready when we deliver as she will need extra suctioning attention to remove the meconium from her body. Once my water was broken, the contractions were beyond intense. It was a pain that I cannot put into words. I became very gutteral and withdrawn during the contractions. I would still respond to Jeff's coaching to breath and relax but was groaning out each breath. The neatest thing was the immense feeling of relaxation that occured between each contraction- that let down feeling was incredible. However, the contractions weren't worth that feeling! They got so bad that I was crying and on the verge of not being able to focus and when offered an epidural, I took it. I feel like it was the best decision I made.
Relief was almost immediate and I was then exhausted from the 3 hours of hard contractions (2 after the water breaking) and was able to sleep off and on. We got the epidural around 3:00. Jeff was so wonderful during that epidural. They were adjusting my bed to do the procedure and needed me to sit up. When I started to sit up, a contraction came on. Jeff had been helping me sit up and when the contraction started, I couldn't move forward or backward because the pain was unreal. My husband stood there, braced himself, and kept me in my position with one hand until the contraction was over. He was a hero! During the epidural, he stayed with me and kept his face over mine so I wouldn't raise my head and so that I would feel comforted- which I did. He was everything I needed and more. Anything I asked for- lip balm, ice chips, etc- he was on it. Frequently, I didn't even have to ask as he would just offer.
At 4:30, I was checked and had dialated to a 5. The nurse thought we would probably deliver around 11 or 12 that night.
Around 5:30, our nurse determined that there was something wrong with my contraction monitor. We'd been having trouble with it the whole time- it didn't want to register my contractions. So, she had called Dr Wright to see if we should use an internal monitor. He came to do the monitor at 6:00. He checks me first and it turns out that in an hour and a half I had gone from a 5 to a 10 and was ready to push!
The epidural had spread evenly throughout my lower half and then, because of how I was propped up, I began to feel contractions on my left side. They didn't hurt but I was aware of when a contraction would start. When it was time to start pushing, I was no longer tilting to one side- I was evened out. And I had no sensation in my right leg! The nurse stayed on my right and Jeff stayed on my left. Since the monitor wasn't working, my job was to tell the nurse when I felt a contraction. She would hold up one leg and Jeff was instructed on how to hold the other while still giving me his hand to hold when I pushed. I was coached to push from my gut- like doing crunches.
I pushed for an hour and 10 minutes. A second nurse joined us around 7- shift change- but our first nurse still stayed with us to finish the job! After that hour and 10, the doctor was called in- and told he had better hurry because I could have the baby at any second. I was actually told to not push for the next couple of contractions! Dr Wright arrived, I did a few sets of 3 pushes. I could feel her coming and on the last push, I did the 3 and they asked if I could go four- but I was already going for 4! Her head came out and I began to cry. I couldn't even put into words everything I was feeling.
I pushed again when instructed and our beautiful baby girl was born. She was placed on my stomach for initial suctioning and cord cutting. I couldn't see all of her- but did see her right shoulder and arm. She shot her little hand straight up in the air and I put my finger in her palm and she grabbed on so tight! Then she was taken to the warmer so the NICU team could get her cleaned out. Just hearing her cry made me cry more. I told Jeff that I was fine and that he could go and be with her and he went and held her hand and got to meet his baby girl for the first time.
I was bleeding very heavily and extra measures were taken to stop the bleeding. Teagan was eventually suctioned out and we got the news that she wouldn't have to stay in the NICU nursery. Once I was done being stitched (episiotomy) and my bleeding was under control, Teagan was brought to me. I was so overjoyed. She was (and is) absolutely perfect in every way!
Well my birth story is pretty short, I was due on March 8th, but due to me having GD the Dr. thought Jaycee was going to be very big so he scheduled me to have a C-Section on Feb.24th, I woke up that morning and got dressed to go to the hospital at 5a.m. when we opened the door to go to the car it was snowing!!!! It was so pretty! so I get there and they hook me up, and prep me,and then head to the O.R. I was so scared, but then I looked up and saw my beautiful baby girl she was born at 7:40a.m. I dont remember to much more about that day except falling in love with a beautiful little girl named Jaycee
March 19, 2005, 3:09pm
7lb, 4oz, 21.5"
Ava’s birth story: (believe it or not, this is the SHORT version!)
Saturday, 3/19, 9:45am
Got to maternity triage after having had contractions all night long, five to eight minutes apart by morning. I could no longer talk through them, but they still seemed too-far-spaced to be active labor. When I called the doc, though, he said go get checked. The hospital nurse did an internal and found I was 5cm dilated. Tears of joy came to my eyes, and Dave was pretty cheered too. We were much farther along than we’d thought. The VBAC seemed attainable. They called my doctor, who was on call that day anyway, who said they should hook me up to the wireless monitor so I could stay out of bed if I preferred. We called Kathy, my doula, and she was on her way.
We were admitted and put in our LDR suite, where I confided in Dave and the nurse that I probably wanted an epidural. These contractions were not friendly, and I wasn’t sure I could handle them for another twelve hours, as I fully expected I might be there. They told me we’d talk to the doc about it when he arrived. However, the thought of being poked in between such heinous bouts of pain did not fill me with glee, so there was that keeping me from going full tilt toward pain relief. My doula and my doctor arrived, and when the doctor checked me, I was dilated to 8cm. Talk about relief. We had only gotten to 7cm with Nicholas’s labor, and stalled there for a good twelve hours, eventually needing the c-section. Now I was crying happy tears again, in between the pain of the contractions. The doctor went ahead and ruptured my membranes during that check, and found meconium in the fluid. He and the nurse hooked up a fluid infusion, where they pumped in clean fluid to flush out the meconium and keep baby as healthy as possible while I continued to labor. Because I was so far along, by the time the anesthesiologist would come, stick me, and get the meds regulated, I might be ready to have that baby. No epidural, and boy am I glad I didn’t do that.
I have no time markers in between triage (9:45am) and birth (3:09pm) because I don’t believe I looked at that big clock ONCE. And, thankfully, no one else called my attention to it. So, I don’t exactly know how long each stage was. My doc had to go help deliver a 10lbr, 9th child of a mom with a history of precipitous labor, and so Kathy, Dave, nurse Janice, and I all worked together to get me to the pushing phase. Pretty soon my contractions went from ultra painful and all the same to a kind with lots of painful little peaks of different sorts. As I breathed through them, I made sounds like a cat (?) and sometimes had to grunt and groan as I felt the baby pushing down inside of me. I just let her come as she wanted, and let my body do what it would. I was laboring on both right and left sides, and had ceased wanting to get out of bed at all. Dave held my hands and breathed with me, telling me how well I was doing, and Kathy would wipe up my sweat. I got a little nauseated during this stage, but never threw up.
Pretty soon my body started trying to push the baby out, so nurse Janice summoned the doctor. She thought it’d be a short time before baby came, but Kathy told me a few days later that I ended up pushing for a good hour and a half. I couldn’t tell you how long I did anything! Well, I pushed and pushed and pushed, and Ava made slow but steady progress toward the land of us upright humans. Before long, though, her heart rate was not recovering well, and my doctor told me I must try really, really hard to push her out. He had been going very slowly with me, massaging my perineum with oil, and doing lots of stretching my birth canal so I could avoid nasty tears or cuts. The meconium and her low heart rate, though, changed things eventually. He had to cut a second degree episiotomy, and in the next two pushes, she was out! At 3:09pm Ava Claire joined our family.
I couldn’t hold her, though, because she was “floppy” and unresponsive at birth. The doctor cut the cord and let me take a very brief look at her before the pediatricians walked her over to the table to begin working on her. Dave was right there with her, talking to her through the work they were doing on her, suctioning her stomach and lungs, and giving her oxygen. One doc just patted her on the soles of her feet the whole time! When I finally heard her cry, I cried too. Meanwhile, Kathy stayed with me while I delivered the placenta and the doctor stitched me up. Then they brought me my dear Ava, who was interested in the breast from the start. And that, as they say, is that. Oh yeah, and then I ordered a sandwich.
March 20th, 2005 - 4:19 PM
7lbs 12 oz
I had a doctor's appointment on Friday afternoon. After have some contractions on and off all week long, there was really no change, although the doc could strip my membranes this time. So he already had me set up to go in on Sunday to be induced (he called on Monday of the week to do so) and changed it to Saturday so I could have the Cervadil. I was barely a 1 and not effaced at all at this point. Still high & thick!
Saturday at 6 pm we check in and get into our L&D room. The Cervadil is inserted, I had an IV hookup inserted and had dinner. Andy & I watched UW-Milwaukee play in the NCAA tourney and watched the news. Had a few contractions here and there, but not enough to lead to anything, so I sent Andy home to sleep.
About 1 AM I had really bad contractions. Enough to wake me, I asked for something to let me sleep & was off to bed for a few hours at least. At 5 AM the cervadil fell out on its own with a contraction. I buzzed the nurse and found out I was having bloody show. I was allowed to shower before starting the pitocin. I now was still a 1, but 50% effaced.
Andy came back to the hospital around 7:00 and the pitocin was started right around 7:45 AM. I had mild contractions, but again, nothing too bad. The doctor came to see me around 10 AM and broke my water. Well, there was a bit of meconium in there. Nothing much & nothing to be too alarmed with. This is when the contractions really started. I held Andy's hand, he rubbed my back, remembered to make me drink lots of water and I changed positions a lot. I did get a shot of a narcotic to take the edge off. It really did help.
Around 1 PM, I was dialated to a 7 and could not focus anymore. My hips ached. I was crying and just miserable. The no sleep was getting to me and my back ached like no other. I got an epidural and was so glad that I did so. I was almost NOT given it because of the extent of my back acne due to the pregnancy. (Thank god it is there and NOT on my face!!!) He gave me a pretty low dosage, too. It was around 2-ish that it was finally put in.
Now, this is where it gets "weird". I dozed for an hour or so on my back and then my side. Andy continuously was rubbing my back and holding my hand all the while having some crazy dreams. I dreamt about sea serpents, the ocean, hearing my cell phone ring, animals and god only knows what else.
I was finally awake at 3 PM and labored a bit more on my back, I could tell when the contractions were coming, but they did not hurt. It was great! 3:30 PM the nurse checked me and I was almost a 10, one side of my cervix was not. The nurse had me lay on my side to dialate some more. It worked. At 3:45 PM they started prepping me for delivery. At 4 PM the doc arrived and a few pushes later, Jillian arrived!
Andy was able to tell me that it was a girl & he cut the cord! Everything I asked for was met. I would not have traded it for the world or done anything different.
I then ate roast pork, mashed taters, cornbread stuffing and a brownie.
We went in on Tuesday the 29th to be induced. We had to be there at 6 in the morning. I was so nervous about the procedure. Anyway When we got there they hooked me up to the monitors and Laurens Heart rate dropped pretty low. So they wouldnt start anything (Pitocin) until my Dr arrived at 8 and gave them the green light. At 8 after my Dr said it was a go they began the induction. They could not get my water to break they HONESTLY tried about 10 times. Poor Lauren came out with scratches on the top of her head from their attempts. My Dr joked that my bag of water was made of Teflon hehe. Anyway I guess all of the atemps atleast weakend the bag because When I went to the bathroom an hour later I gushed water everywhere!! I labored for a couple hours VERY uncomfortable. I wished very much to go without any drugs because I did with Katie but the induction brought the contractions so fast and so hard that I didnt have a break in between. I finally decided to get the epidural. It only took on my left side. I could still very much feel them on my right, the nurse told me this was pretty common. Anyway I labored until 1 and was checked I was a 4. I began to feel pressure and quite uncomfortable on my right side an hour later and I was checked and was a 10 and complete. I couldnt believe it. A little after 2 and it was time to push WOW!! Anyway I got mentally ready and began to push and I was really surprised at how much control I had. Since my right side wasnt numb I could feel each contraction. My husband was an AWESOME labor coach he reminded me to breath and kept me calm. I pushed a few times and Lauren Claire arrived at 2:34 and weighed 7 lbs 11 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. I was beyond thrilled because I didnt have to have an episiotomy. I cant believe how fast I am already healing. It so much easier this time then with Katie. Well anyway thats my story, Mom and Daddy are so in love with BOTH of our little blessings!!
Finally...here is mine.
I was scheduled to be induced Monday March 14th at 6am. Sunday I had gotten up at 4am with the dog irritating the crap out of me. Later that day I was resting as much as I could and when I went to the restroom (at 10:50..I’ll never forget the time) it felt like I was still peeing when I knew I wasn’t. I got the phone and went to the bedroom (Tim’s mom was there and I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure). I layed back on the bed and out came more. I knew then that it was time to call the Dr. I called & left a message with the answering service. Then I told Tim (who was getting ready to go in to work to finish up some stuff before being off for the baby). The Dr. called back and said yes my water had broken and to go to the hospital. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I made Tim’s mom take a picture of us before we left. We got to the hospital about an hour after my water broke. It was around noon by this time. They admitted me and confirmed that yes my water had broken. I was hooked up to the fetal monitor and contraction strip. There really weren’t any contractions registering. After I got in a room mom and dad came. I told them it was going to be a long time and they should go home and get some rest. They didn’t listen though. Every time I would move to my right side Mason’s heartrate would go down so I had to lay on my left side the entire time. It was storming outside and there was NOTHING on the tv except the weather. I remember after 2 hours or so of that I told Tim to please change the station. It was about 4 o’clock then and I was starving! They wouldn’t let me have anything but ice chips. There still weren’t any contractions registering. The Dr. let me have a liquid dinner and it finally arrived around 6pm. Sometime after the dinner we lost Mason’s heartrate and they hooked up an internal monitor. Then they had to put in an internal contraction monitor (thinking that the outside one just wasn’t picking up the contractions). By 9pm there still weren’t any so they had to start some antibiotics and the Pitocin. She had to start it at a high rate and then increased it every 5 minutes. I still never felt any stomach contractions. Every pain I had was in my back. Just like it was breaking in half. Tim would watch the monitor and let me know when the contraction was starting. They lost Mason’s heartrate again (fortunately it was just the monitor coming off). I had a shot of Nubain around 10 and it made me so foggy headed but it eased the pain. I had another shot around 11 and around midnight I was dialated to a 4 and could have the epidural. I don’t remember anything about having the epidural put in. After that I must have slept until 3am. They told me to start pushing and helped me on how to push. The nurse was trying to figure out which way Mason was turned and the monitor came off so they had to put another one on. I remember everything about pushing. I remember Tim helping the nurse and then when she went to get the Dr. she showed Tim where Mason was crowning and told him “see that? If it starts to come out call me.” They had to do an episiotomy and when Mason was born the Dr. looked at Tim and said “you have a camera?” LOL! He held mason up so Tim could get a picture then he cut the cord and they laid him on my tummy. I remember the first thing I said was “He’s so little”. Everyone had said I would have an 8lb baby…LOL! I had to make Tim leave me and go take pictures of Mason being cleaned up and put on the scale. After I was sewn up (I had a lateral tear also) the Dr. asked me if I wanted something cold to drink. I asked for a Sprite and HE went and got it for me…hehe. He was so nice!! I couldn’t have asked for a better doctor. I can honestly say I do NOT remember them handing Mason to me for the first time or when Mom and them came in. Early the next morning I had to move to another room due to construction and I remember everything from that day on. My leg was so swollen that I could not bend my knee so it made getting around difficult. My nurses were excellent and helped me with anything I needed. There are things I would do different if I had it to do over but all in all it was a great easy experience.
Funny thing...we sent the parents home right after they gave me the epidural. Then 2 hrs later we had to call them back.
Hello you all. Mine isn't going to be as detailed as some.
(Warning...some parts are TMI)
My original due date was March 13-16 but like with my first child I ended up having to be induced a month early because of pre-enclampsia. Fortunately it didn't get as bad this time around.
On Feb. 17 I was supposed to just have a prenatal exam but the Dr. decided that I was gaining too much fluid, blood pressure was high, and protein was in my urine. He said the only thing to do was induce. Fortunately this time I was able to go home, make arrangements for my 19 month old (he's now 22 months), and pack a hospital bag. With my first son I was not allowed to do anything but get wisked upstairs to L&D, no hospital bag, nothing.
Even though I warned my fiance that things could go early again, he had a fit when I told him. While he took our son to his aunt's house I packed my hospital bag.
We got to the hospital around 3 p.m. I got an IV in my hand and they didn't actually start the pitocin till around 4:30 p.m. I was hook up to all the crap by then, so of course I didn't not get to walk around. A nice nurse came in to check my cervix, but it hurt so bad I grabbed her arm. She said "no sweetie, don't grab me." She was so nice I felt bad about it later.
By this time my blood pressure was good and my fiance and I talked and watched TV when I felt like it. I could barely feel any contractions at all. You wouldn't know that from the staff though, because every 5 minutes someone was asking me if I wanted an epidural. The kind of person I am I am more afraid of having a needle stuck in my back than I am of any contraction.
While in labor I got very naseated and developed a TERRIBLE headache. The staff seemed to be puzzled that I hadn't been begging for drugs before, so they saw this as their chance to to offer me something. I still wanted no drugs. On top of the headache and the sick feeling I also started having diarreha (sp) which I had been having off and on for a week. I was allowed to go to the bathroom, but one nurse kept annoying me by worrying about me having the baby in the toliet. I finally told her that I was not having the baby I just wanted to CRAP!
During this time I got very sick to my stomach and felt I had to throw up. So I ended up throwing up in the sink. Unfortunately every time I threw up I would let out a little pee, which did not make one of the older nurses happy (this is why I feel people should be careful who they have in the room while they are laboring. If I had of had all kinds of family and friends in there everyone would have known this happened).. I was so weak that I had put me in a wheelchair to get me back in the bed.
The older nurse, who was not pleased with my puddle, reminded me once I got in the bed that I should throw up in that little basin thing they give you. It is awfully small. Fortunately I didn't throw up again but my headache was awful. So they finally got their wish and got me to accept some demeoral. I did this because I got it last time I was in labor, and it made me a giggly and silly. I felt it would be some harmless relief.
Boy was I wrong! After they put it in my IV tube I was talking to my fiance and after a while I noticed that I was not feeling the high, giggly feeling. The next thing I know I am having a hard time breathing. It felt like someone was standing on my chest. I could hardly talk. It was awful. It was worse than my headache. The older nurse, the same one who did not appreciate my puddle, seemed bothered that I was now having breathing trouble. She went out in the hall and yelled to the other nurse, "this patient says she can't breathe and she is YOUR PATIENT!" Well so what? Who cares when you can't breathe? This nurse had been working with me, so why wasn't I her patient? The gave me some oxygen and I started to get better.
That wasn't the only rude thing that happened. When the doctor came in to break my water my fiance was in there. Later he told me he did not appreciate the doctor coming in with his street clothes on and breaking my water. He says (I wasn't paying attention) that when the doctor came in he looked at my fiance and said to the nurses "who is he? get him out of here!" The nurses said he was okay. I understand that doctors sometimes don't want the partner in the room for some procedures, but to talk to someone like that is unacceptable. I don't know if I will let him deliver another one of my children.
My contractions got a lot stronger after he broke my water. The water would run out at difference times, and I actually had to ASK for a towel. I breathed through the contractions and I dilated pretty good. Next thing I know it was time to push and I actually dreaded it because I thought it was too soon. I was only in labor a little over 8 hours.
At 12:30 a.m. Ajene was born. He was 6 lbs, 8 ounces. He had a few problems when he was born, and we ended up being readmitted to the hospital for his jaundice, but now he is healthy and eating up everything. His brother has finally stopped ignoring him and seems to like his baby brother.
All and all I think the experience went well.