My water broke at home, int he bathroom at ten after ten in the morning. I heard two large popping sounds and a gush of water and blood. I called Tony and work and he came right home. While he drove home, I gathered up the last of the things for my hospital bag, called my Mom and brushed my hair and got dressed. We went to the Royal Alexandra Hospital Lois Hole Labor and Delivery Pavilion to be accessed. It was confirmed that my water had broken. At my previous 36 and 37 week appointments with Dr. Hoskins, I was told I was already dialed to at 2. In assessment, I was checked again and was at a 4 but not experiencing any really strong contractions. I had been having contractions for days, but not regular. I was admitted into a delivery room.
My first nurse set up an IV and then there was a shift change. My second nurse monitored my IV and gave me oxytocin to bring up the intensity of my contractions. I labored on the birth ball and in the shower. I tried nitrous oxide gas during a stronger contraction but found the loopy feeling too annoying so stopped using it. At around 5 I started feeling the urge to push a little so my nurse checked me. I was at an 8 and decided to lay on my side in the bed since the contractions were too strong for me to bear my weight on the ball or stay sitting in the shower. My nurse went on break and two other nurses came to take over. They coached me through until I was at a 10 and then my nurse came back but was happy to let everyone stay. They called in the Doctor to deliver. I was having a hard time getting a good rhythm with my final pushes. I was laboring on my right side at this point and holding my leg up to push. Tony was at the head of the bed sitting on a chair to be eye level with me. He gave me cold washcloths between pushes and held my puke bucket during pushing. I didn’t feel sick, but did throw up a few times. I yelled with the final few pushes. I pushed for about 45 minutes. I did not take an epidural or any serious pain meds. Ian Wayne Dokter was born at 6:18pm. Tony got to announce the gender and cut the cord. He was put on my tummy right away and cried almost as soon as he was out. He scored 9 our of 9 on his Apgar and was able to stay with me while I was sticked up (second degree tears) and delivered the placenta (which I didn’t bother to look at but was surprised how much it hurt to do). Ian was then taken to be warmed and weighed. Tony told me from the other side of the room all the details. He was brought back to me right away and stayed with me until I was settled into a post partum room. By then, there were no private rooms left (there were at least six other women who had babies around the time I did). I got stuck with the Trailer Park Family and was very happy to be discharged less then 24 hours later. Ian continued to rock every check up. I was also told I was healing well. I am on regular doses of normal Tylenol as long as I need it. Ian was a little jaundiced, but not enough to be kept. Breast feeding was touch and go at the hospital. Ian had a great sucking reflex but was not very hungry. He got a bit better at home. He doesn’t like being put down and at the moment, is being passed between Mom and Dad for cuddle time.
Well actually she got here on May 3 at 2:46 pm, exactly 39 weeks. She weighed 7lbs and 7 oz and was 19 1/4 inches long. I started having contractions at 2:55 in the morning and kept track of them and they were about 1 to 4 min apart and lasted about 20 to 30 seconds. I didnt wake DH up until 4ish and layed in bed until about 7 and then we finally got up and got the bags packed and went to the hospital. The contractions weren't too bad, I mean they hurt but not too bad. When we got into the hospital I was 90% effaced and about a 3. They got me all ready and sent me up to my l&d room. They broke my water at about 12 and I pushed through 6 contractions and she was here! I had an epi and didn't feel a thing. I barely tore, he said it was 1st degree tear. I don't even hurt do there. It was so easy, not sure how I got so lucky!! She was jaundice because my milk hadnt come in but she is good now. She has her days and nights mixed up...not fun!! But we are enjoying her so much!!!
Sean was born on May 5, 2011 at 1:41 pm. He weighed 7 lbs. 11 oz. (a whole pound bigger than his older brothers) and was 19.5 inches long. I went in for my Cervadil at 10pm on Wed. night, which was sort of painful and I didn't get too much sleep, but I woke up excited at 5am on Thurs. because I knew it was baby day! They started Piotcin around 8:30am. When the Dr. came to check me at 9:30 I was barely dialated and 40% effaced. She wanted to break my water, but I was so tense that she recommended getting the epidural and she would come back in an hour. I got the epidural and much needed pain relief and she broke my water around 10:45. My mom arrived around 12:45pm and the dr. checked me around then and said I was 4cm. Then around 1:15 pm I was suddenly in a lot of pain. DH went to find a nurse. The woman next door was having a little trouble and it was about 10 mins. before she came in. She looked at my contractions and called the dr. and things moved very quickly. She looked and could see the baby's head (hence the pain!) and their was a flurry of activity in the room. I pushed through the first contraction and then the second and there was Sean! He came out screaming and perfect. After 24 hrs. we were allowed to go home! His big brother love him to pieces and I have been spoiling him rotten (lots of naps on my chest
Monday morning I woke up feeling sore all over as usual. Within an hour or two I noticed that I was having menstrual-like cramps in my back. After a while my belly was getting tight with them and my hips sore. I timed them for a bit and there was no pattern and they were all over the place so I figured they were probably nothing. I did take it easy for the rest of the morning and didn't go on the cleaning frenzy I had planned on since it was my first day of maternity leave. DH needed to run an errand himself and take MIL on an errand shortly after lunch and while I hesitated saying yes we were good I figured nah...this isn't it anyway. He sent me a text at 1:50pm asking how I was since we was about to pick up his mom. I told him I was fine but if they kept up or got stronger we may want to go in. I called him about 20 minutes later and told him to come home now we needed to go in. I called my mom and said to come on down to stay with DS. They both got to our house right before 3pm. As soon as DH walked in I said grab our bags on the bed let's go. The contractions were coming close and were really painful. We got to the hospital about 3:15pm and up to L&D at about 3:25pm. Once we walked into L&D another contraction hit and I heard the nurses say uh-oh and they came around the corner to usher me into a room and have DH give them my information.
I was supposed to go in room 12 but once I couldn't walk through a contraction the nurse took me to the first available room (she didn't want me scaring other patients since I was getting pretty vocal). She was calling for the delivery cart and handing me a gown. I told her I wanted to sit on the toilet since it was the most comfortable. She said don't sit for too long we don't want the baby born in the toilet. I really didn't think I was more than 7cm (if even that). While sitting there I stripped and got the gown on. She later told me wow you got changed fast. I climbed on the bed and one of my doctor's came rushing in. They were trying to page his attending and he said he already texted her. Luckily they were already on the floor with another patient. He quickly checked me and said I was complete. Then even more chaos began - the bed was getting broken down, he was throwing his labor gear on, the attending came in. Then my nurse said she's pushing I said wasn't on purpose I couldn't help it. My body had decided to take over. They told to just let my body take over at that point. I started pushing and my water broke everywhere. The nurses, attending, and my doctor started yelling for peds since there was meconium. From their reaction DH thinks it was quite a bit (I was pretty out of it). They told me to try to hold off until they could get there. The attending told him to make sure I was still complete after my water breaking. I think he had trouble checking since her head was right there. Then I started pushing again and there were more people in the room (so I assume peds made it). By then I couldn't even tell when I was having a contraction so I just pushed. Irelyn was born at 3:42pm.
I did end up with a 2nd degree tear which is healing wonderfully. Even though they numbed me before stitching me up I would have much rather had an epidural in place for the clean up. It really hurt as they were looking for any other tears. Compared to my recovery with DS this time is a cake walk. I think not having to push for 2.5 hours is the key. She has a perfect shaped head since she came so fast. We came home this afternoon. They offered to let us out Tuesday evening but it would have been late in the evening. Nursing is going well but I'm starting to get a little sore. My milk came in last night and I'm already starting to feel the engorgement now.
Well, after not sleeping a wink on Thursday night, I showed up at the hospital on Friday morning at 5:30am for registration. I was checked in and had yet more labs drawn due to my BP being elevated yet once again, but then we headed to the OR. I was prepped and surgery began. Marielle Michelle was born at 8:03am weighing 6 lb, 11 oz (our biggest baby ever), and she is 19 1/4 inches long! She latched on right away and nursed for over 20 minutes in recovery, and then she was taken to the nursery to have all of her clean up/work up done. Because my legs were like cement blocks, and I couldn't move, I had to sit in recovery until after 12:30pm...talk about being antsy and anxious...I just wanted to see my little girl again! Finally made it to my room, and they brought our sweet baby girl to us...she is the absolute BEST baby ever! She nurses like a champ, and she let me get 5 hours of sleep on her first night. She's is averaging eating about every 4-5 hours, so I can handle that! I am still VERY sore, and I have a LOT of swelling from all of the fluid they pushed through me (due to the fact that I was SO sick from the spinal with my middle DD). But, it's all worth it! Marielle is such a snuggler, and she is such a mommy girl already! I sent her to the nursery for a couple of hours so I could try to rest (I had some serious pain meds on board), and they ended up bringing her to me saying she was crying and wanted to eat...nope, as soon as she hit my arms, the crying stopped! We tried to nurse, but she wasn't hungry at all...she just wanted to be in mommy's arms! Such an incredible blessing!!!
Our family in the hospital: Can you see the excitement on Marleigh's and Maurina's faces? They absolutely LOVE their new sister, Marielle!
Marielle had her hospital pics taken today, and this is what she wore for them!
Induction was scheduled for 6 pm. Got hooked up to IVs and so forth and had water broken at 7:15 pm. Pitocin was started then, too. Contractions were immediately very strong and I was asking for my epidural by 8. Anesthesiologist came very quickly but it took 4 tries to get it right. In the end, the epidural was too high and I was numbed from the shoulders down. Very unnerving and for a short while I panicked about it until I got used to it.
Just around 8:30 I was 8-9 cm. It moved very quickly until this point. At this time however I just stalled and made virtually no progress. A catheter to empty my bladder was placed and removed twice around 12:30 am or so, and it seemed to do the trick. I was complete by 1. The bladder provided just enough cushion to keep him from dilating me that last bit.
Around 1 am I was ready to push but the epidural was still too strong so they turned it off. Long story short, I pushed until he was born at 3:15 am. Not ideal for a second baby at all, that's for sure. Unlike my first delivery where the doctor (different one) just caught her at the end, he coached me the entire time with the nurse. I was the only woman in labor last night, so he said he had nothing to do but hang out with me. He was dumbfounded as my pushing was very effective and strong (so he said)...yet the baby could not come down no matter what we did. He did a lot of pacing the room between contractions, a lot of thinking aloud, and a lot of grumbling about how the baby just couldn't get down past my pubic bone. After pushing for so long and contemplating a vacuum delivery to avoid a section, he finally realized that the issue is that my pubic bone is tilted just a small amount to one side. The tilt was just too much for him to pass beneath in his current position. So he propped up my bum on one side with pillows so I was also tilted to the side (opposite direction), and then manually rotated the baby's head just a tiny amount to match the tilt of the bone. Voila! 3 strong pushes and he came into the world screaming his lungs out.
I had a TON of bleeding but no sign of tearing before the baby was born. The doctor was really concerned I was going to develop a severe hematoma requiring an emergency OR visit after delivery to repair/prevent severe bleeding. It turned out that I just tore very badly on the inside when he couldn't get past the bone. He also performed an episiotomy, and I did have some additional external tearing. So to my dissatisfaction, from his head beating up my pubic bone for 2 hours and all the tearing, I'm extremely uncomfortable and taking quite a bit of meds. The swelling is very bad. And I have two of the world's largest hemorrhoids. Hooray!
So, pretty bummed that the delivery was so difficult. But in the end, the labor was fine, and the baby is such a doll, so it's all worth it.
Zoey came to meet him this afternoon and really acts upset if we talk about him. It's going to be a slow process for her to warm up to him I think. She was also stand-offish toward me. Hopefully she does okay with the transition. I'm sure it will be better when I'm home.
Nursing is better now almost 24 hours in. He was taking upwards of 20 minutes just to figure out how to latch, and then nursing very little. But the last 2 feeds were his idea, and he latched right away so I think he's getting the hang of it. His last feed he wanted to eat after just 2 hours though. Prior to that he was every 3. Trying to keep him on that schedule as it's nice to not always be nursing, but we'll see.
Sophia Elizabeth "Sophie"
April 22nd at 10:21pm
I had an FFN test done at 31 weeks and it came back positive. From 32 weeks on I was dilated to 3. Thursday the 21st I cleaned the house like a mad woman. Squatting while scrubbing toilets hoping to get my contractions going. Though I constantly had them they were only strong here and there. DTD that night. The next morning I had an appointment at 9:30. Baby did great on her NST and like always lots of contractions. I requested my dr to check me. While waiting in the room I felt the contractions getting a lot stronger. He checked me and said I was about 4 1/2. I told him how the contractions were pretty noticeable. He told me he was going out of town that evening until Monday. I then begged for him to break my water, knowing I wouldn't make it through the weekend. I really wanted him to deliver. By this time it was 11am. He agreed but said I needed to go straight to the hospital. I said no problem and drove myself! Checked myself in then called Brian. I was just so darn excited I wasn't thinking. My Dr came over at 12 checked me and said I was 4.5-5cm and he couldn't break my water because there was no bag to break. He said either my water broke or baby was just too far down. I was contracting every 3-4 minutes and they were getting stronger. I agreed to start pitocin. My last delivery was an hour and a half with it. So we expected the same with it. My doctor was leaving at 5pm. I assured him I was going to have this baby before then. Before they could start the pitocin I felt a gush. After that pretty much every contraction I had I felt a gush!
Brian got there about 1. The girls were going to their Dad's for the weekend and I had everything planned. I was also going to have this baby at 3pm I decided! 3 came and went. I didn't feel any different and refused to be checked. I drank a lot and went to the bathroom constantly. I was starving and convinced Brian to get me a granola bar from a vending machine. I can't believe I forgot to pack snacks! At 5 pm my dr came in to check me and I knew I hadn't progressed, the contractions were stronger but I didn't have increased pressure. He said he was going to run into town and to let the nurse know if I felt any difference and he would be back. Brian and I tried to talk about names and he finally said "I don't like Lacey" so now I was back to square one. We decided we would just wait until she was born.Nothing exciting. Contractions hurt but I knew nothing too exciting was happening. I was also starving! So I begged, pleated and cried for Brian to go and get me a Subway sandwich. He also admitted to leaving the dog outside, expecting me to already have a baby by now. So off I sent him home and to Subway. I spent a lot of time on the rocking chair since I was on continuous monitoring. I couldn't go far but I felt like baby was posterior and wanted to be upright as much as possible. My new nurse was a little shocked Brian left. I explained I told him to go, all about the dog you know! She said I was her only patient so she sat with me and we chatted. She had 4 babies all naturally and we talked about her 2 year old Grandson. She looked a bit concerned asking if I even felt the contractions. I said yes but not enough pressure yet. My doctor came back at 9pm and said he really had to go and how sorry he was. I was a bit more uncomfortable and just didn't care. We wished each other well and the other Dr came in and had a seat. My sandwich was now here and all I wanted to do was eat it. So I tried to keep the convo short and sweet to get him out. He was a nice Dr who I had met a few other times. He was actually a Naval Dr from the base. He said I was his only patient and to let the nurse know when I felt anything and he would just be outside. I wasn't too chatty at this point. I inhaled my 6" turkey & avocado sandwich as quick as possible. Brushing all the crumbs off so I couldn't be "caught"! I was a bit more irritable. My oldest kept texting me. Her last text at 9:30 said "we all like Sophie or Macey the best" I replied "Goodnight, it's going to be awhile. I love you". I then started with the tears. My youngest wasn't going to be my youngest anymore, 5 kids, just a hormonal mess. My nurse was in the room and joked about me still being able to text away on my phone. 9:40 I decided I was done. Wanted drugs, needed drugs. Just the "happy" ones I said to get me over this hump I said. The nurse was so calm and S-L-O-W about discussing IV medications. She said she was pretty sure I was past 8 cm and it was too late for them. I was shaking like a mad woman uncontrollably denying I was in transition. She checked me and I was 8 then instantly "no your a 9 I just felt the cervix snap over baby's head". Again I asked if baby was posterior and she said she didn't think so. I said I would wait for an epidural but she said I wouldn't be able to sit still. All with a calm smile on her face. Next thing I knew my room was full of nurses, the Dr, a respiratory therapist, and some techs. It's a very small hospital and I swear half the staff was in there! Luckily I knew all the nurses from my preterm stay. 2 even admitted they just wanted to come see her. Brian says "So what about Sophie", seriously now is not the time to talk names. Now everyone in the room is talking about names. My response "Whatever"! The spot lights were turned on and my irritability went through the roof. Off went the lights. I refused to put my feet in stirrups the Dr said ok and went to put them down then I yelled I wanted them. I didn't feel the urge to push, I was shaking but didn't feel that pressure. I asked to labor down. He said I could but baby was right there. I was also told baby was bald which kind of depressed me. I pushed, whined, complained and said I couldn't do it for almost a half hour. Then I heard something "presentation". All I could think about was a vacuum being used like my first delivery. I admitted to myself at this point I was terrified for some reason and needed to snap out of it. The Dr told me not to push. I gripped onto Brian and it felt like forever I stared into his eyes waiting for the go ahead. Dr pushed baby back a bit and rotated her. I pushed when he said to. Oh look we have hair I heard! 2 pushes later Sophia Elizabeth was out and screaming. We had immediate skin to skin for more than an hour. A quick clean up and she was again back to me. I had some issues getting the placenta out. With previous hemorrhages I felt my anxiety really getting to me and begged for some pain relief. At that point after baby I got my IV drugs. Some internal tears but nothing that needed stitches. I had to have a dose of pitocin and methergine but I expected it. It ended up that Sohie was a "facial presentation" her mouth and nose were coming out first. She was literally sticking her tongue out! The doctor said though he's seen some facial presentations never has he seen a tongue coming out of a well you know! The nurses said that doctor is awesome with rotations and if it was my doctor I would have had a crash c-section. So I'm thankful things turned out the way they did. She ended up having to transfer to another hospital due to her being coombs positive with a bili of 18 at 36 hours old. With a c-section I wouldn't have been able to go with her so quickly.
All in all I'm happy with my experience. The hospital Dr's and nurses were wonderful to me and her. I was hesitant about it being such a small hospital but I definitely got one on one care and my wishes were respected. At the bigger hospital she was transferred to I felt like we were more like a number. I'm very glad I didn't deliver there.
Our sweet Grayson William is here! He was born Monday, May 16th. I went in for a scheduled induction but was already in labor. They broke my water, gave me some pitocin and it was on. The labor was great and fast (the epidural needed to be placed THREE times but it actually worked, as opposed to DD's that never worked) but the delivery was terrifying. He had mild shoulder distocia, came out blue and spent time under observation (we didn't get to see him for 4 hours). But, he's great now and HUGE! My milk is in and I'm in engorgement hell. Trying to just get through hour by hour right now. I have third degree tears, internal and external stitches and am feeling quite sore!
Weight: 10lbs, 8.6oz
Length: 22 inches
This is my last belly picture (40w, 1d according to ME; 39w, 2d according to the dr.):
I got to hold him for a brief second:
Maddie and Grayson meet :
DH surprised me with a stork (he did the same thing for DD's birth) in our yard:
So the birth story starts on April 22nd in the evening. I had already been dilated to 3cm for several days and having bouts of contractions for a few weeks. I was due to be admitted to the hospital on the 23rd to have my water broken. But, I started having regular contractions that night that were increasing in intensity, so I called my doc and went in the night before. When I got to the hospital, I was dilated to 4cm, I think about 80% effaced and having regular contractions. My doc said I could labor on my own through the night and he would be there in the morning to break my water.
Well, just like every other time, my contractions petered out after a few hours and had pretty much stopped by the time morning came. My doc came in around 8am and broke my water. We were hoping that this would kickstart active labor for me, but it didn't and after a few hours, my doc ordered some pitocin for me. Well, that got things going, lol!!! I labored for a few hours and once I was about 7cm, I requested an epidural. That was nice because I was able to relax a bit and rest before pushing. After a couple hours, I was ready to go so they wheeled me into the OR for my delivery.
Alexa came out feet first in about two pushes. Her head came out easily, she was born 4/23 @ 3:40pm. She was 5lb 8oz and 16in long. Mikayla then flipped in my uterus to a head down position, so she was born normally and not breech. She was born @ 3:47pm in 3-4 big pushes, weighed 6lb 1oz and was 17.5in long. I was so very happy because my doc didn't cut me this time (he had cut me in my first delivery, and then again with Tira and Chase). I tore a little, I think he said it was a second degree tear, not bad at all.
Then things got a bit scary, I guess I was bleeding pretty badly. I started seeing stars, and I told my doc about it. He said I was losing a lot of blood and they needed to get the bleeding stopped asap, so they gave me some kind of shot, and he reached into my uterus with one had and was massaging my uterus from the inside and the outside. That felt pretty weird. After several mins, I guess they got the bleeding controlled enough to get me stitched up. Then they gave me an anal suppository of Cytotec or something like that to continue to control the bleeding.
The first night was very hard. I was in a lot of pain, but the girls were good and were nursing like champs. After those first few days, the pain got a lot better. This was by far my easiest labor and delivery, and I'm so very glad that we decided to do the breech delivery instead of a c section. I wish more docs would be open to doing breech deliveries.
So at my last OB appt (20 May) they decided to perform an induction for Thursday (26 May) since we hit the 40w2d mark and baby girl just didn’t look like she wanted to come. At this appt I was 1cm dialated. Fast forward to Wednesday where we went to drop the kids off to the in laws and skipped church so that we could get the kids settled in at a decent hour. The whole way there and back I started having contractions about 3 mins apart for about a minute long, but I didn’t think it meant much because that happened before on long car rides so I figured that they’d just go away when we got home. But they didn’t, instead they became further apart. I decided to go to bed around 11 to see if they’d go away, but they didn’t. At midnight I got into the shower to relax more but still they came, though still 10-15mins apart but almost all back labor. After I got out I decided that if I couldn’t get rid of them I might as well join and try to get them to pick up, but nope. I sat on the birthing ball. I walked around. I cleaned. I ate. Nothing would get them to come on faster so I finally went back to bed at 3am. By 4am I decided I’d had enough of the back labor so I woke DH and told him I wanted to go into L&D, mostly with the hope that a nurse or doc could help me get her to turn around. So in we went.
Once we got there I was checked in to triage to monitor baby and see what they wanted to do. When checked I was 2cm dialated at that point. Well little girl was fine except that she wasn’t as active as they’d like so they did an u/s. After 30 mins there and not moving they asked if I wanted to just do a repeat c-section or wait an hour and try the u/s again. I chose the latter. I was checked again, while we waited for a repeat u/s, and was at 3cm which I thought was awesome considering contractions were coming every 30 minutes or so now. During the repeat u/s there was still no change and the docs weren’t comfy with trying for a vba2c at that point as it didn’t seem labor was immanent and they didn’t want to induce a vba2c. So we decided on a repeat c-section and started the process of checking in. I’m sure we had more reasons than her being non-responsive, but I just can’t remember what they were.
Once on the table I was very annoyed because the epidural made me feel extremely tingly and uncomfortable. Once in the doc commented on how my uterine wall was very thin and would have ruptured with a trial of labor so it was a good thing we didn’t give it a shot. I was already at peace about losing a chance for a TOL and now I knew why. Finally baby girl arrived on the scene crying and covered in meconium. This is where my memory becomes altered, but Bobby had the presence of mind to take pictures here to help fill in blanks. Apparently I got to meet and touch baby girl before they left but have no memory of it what so ever. Once down in the recovery room I amazed everyone with starting to move almost immediately.
Finally I got to see baby girl, the fastest I’ve ever seen any of my babies and it was wonderful. She was soo tiny! When I saw her my first thought was that she’d have been easy to push out, lol. Her older sister, Rya, looked huge, but baby looked about as big as her 6lb brother had been. I’m so in love with her.
So Willow Avery was born @ 1122 am via rcs weighing 7lbs 4.9oz with a head circumference of 36cm. I know she looks huge in the pics but she's so tiny IRL.