Yep, my birth story is pretty long, here it is! I wrote this just a few days after I got home from the hospital
Okay,, so this might be a little long, but I just don't want to leave anything out!
I had my 36 week appointment on Tuesday nov. 1st. My regular OB was out of town, so I saw another one in the office. She did an internal and said that I was a fingertip dialated, 80% effaced and that the baby was pretty low. Nothing too exciting, pretty normal for 36 weeks, but nice because it meant I was making a little progress towards labor.
On our way home from the appointment we stopped at Wal-mart to get some insulin supplies. As I was walking into the store I just suddenly felt damp down there. I asked DH to check out the back of my pants and he said that he couldn't see anything, so I didn't think anything of it. After we got home though I just kept feeling more and more damp, no big huge gush or anything, just a slow trickle of fluid. I decided to call the nurse's line and see if it was normal. I talked to them and they wanted me to come in to get checked just in case it was amniotic fluid that I was leaking. As soon as I hung up the phone, I stood up and suddenly my pants were soaking wet. So I just calmly told Bob that we needed to go to the hospital, so he started getting ready. It was so funny, I was headed to the dryer to get a clean pair of pants and my 17-year old sister saw me and started freaking out yelling, "gross! Kim wet her pants!"
Anyways, so we went to the hospital and the doctor on-call checked me out and said that I had "probably" broken my bag of waters and that she wanted to keep me overnight and check me in the morning. So they admitted us and in the morning another doctor checked me, did some tests and determined that I had definetly, without a doubt had my water break and was leaking amniotic fluid. They decided to wait a little while and see if I went into labor on my own. They also started me on pennicilin because the results from my group b strep test from tuesday hadn't come back yet and they just wanted to play it safe.
We spent all of Wednesday just sitting in the hospital, watching tv and playing card games. I was't having any contractions at all yet. Thursday morning nothing was happening either, so around 2pm they started me on Pitocin to try to induce labor. I was on it for 24 hours. I had contractions every 3 min. for about 2 hours around 9pm, but they weren't very strong and they went away when I went to sleep.
around 2pm on Friday they decided the Pitocin wasn't working, so they stopped it and inserted Cervadil to try to soften up my cervix. The Cervadil worked a little too well and I ended up having really bad back labor and strong contractions right on top of each other with no breaks in between. The OB really didn't like seeing that, so she removed the Cervadil and checked me, I was still just a fingertip dialated and 80% effaced. They started the Pitocin again and I went to sleep.
Saturday morning I woke up so frustrated and angry that things were taking so long and that i was stuck in the hospital staring at the walls for 3 days. The Pitocin was just completely worthless with me, I wasn't having any contractions at all, not even BH or little ones. The OB came in and talked to me and we decided to try Cervadil one more time, if that didn't work, she had scheduled a C-section for sunday morning because my water had been broken for so long and I wasn't making any progress.
So she inserted the Cervadil at noon and checked me, I was 2 cm dialated when she did that. At 1pm I started having really strong contractions about 3 min apart. I was having really bad back labor again, so at 4pm they gave me some Stadol (a pain medication, kinda like Demorol) That let me sleep and rest a little in between contractions and made all my back pain go away. The nurse checked me and I was still just 2 cm. The contractions kept getting stronger and slowly closer together. by 5:30 they were really really painful, I found myself gasping for breath with every one and I felt a really strong urge to push down. I told the nurse about my urges to push and asked her to check me. She really didn't think that I had made any progress and didn't want to check me too often and risk infection unless I was thinking about getting an epidural. I told her that if she checked me and i was less than 7cm, I wanted that epidural NOW. So she checked me, as she was checking I just saw this huge look of surprise come over her face, then she told me that I was completely dialed and the baby was at +1. She ran off to get the doctor, who was even more shocked than her. She said she would be in shortly because she was doing another delivery in the room next door. I told Bob to call my mom and tell her that what was happening. As it turned out, she was only 5 min from the hospital, on the way to bring some stuff in for me.
I started pushing at 5:45 and my mom and sister Beth were there just a few minutes later. They even brought a mirror in so I could see baby Caleb's head while I was pushing. My mom wasn't holding the mirror at the right angle, so while I was pushing I just grabbed it from her and held it by myself, which was no big deal to me, but everyone else was like "holy cow, how is she doing that and pushing at the same time?!??" Pushing was my favorite part because the contractions didn't hurt anymore and i was just calm and talking to everyone in between them.
The doctor came in at about 6:05 to check on me and to tell me that she was calling the on-call doctor to deliver me because she had to do a c-section on the other woman who was in labor. While she was in there telling me this Caleb's heartrate started to drop drastically, down into the 40's and 50's. Dr. Kelly told the nurse that the c-section next door had to wait.
everything went so fast from there on out. They put an internal monitor on his head and emptied my bladder with a catheter. I was so focused on pushing that I didn't really realize what had happened until the next day! I started pushing even harder though, but his heartrate kept dropping even more so they got out the vacuum extractor, did a quick episiotomy and got him out really quickly with my last push.
Bob said that as his head was coming out they could see that he was completely blue and as he came out further, they saw that the cord was wrapped really tightly around his little neck. They got him out and cut the cord. I had the best doctor because she was so calm throughout the whole thing, she worked quickly and calmly so I didn't get stressed out or worried. the nurses were all going crazy rushing around the room though! They whisked him away so fast I didn't even get to see him. I was so happy when I heard him start to cry. He's had such strong lungs! being early, that was something they were worried about, but he is absolutely perfect
My sister was right there taking pictures of him as the nurses were trying to get him to breathe and clean him up. He kept grabbing his mouth and face with his hand, it was so cute. Finally after they got him all cleaned up and breathing they brought him to me.
He is so incredibly tiny! He's only 5 lbs 8 oz and 17 inches long. He has the tiniest little head and just these skinny little stick arms and legs. He had some trouble staying warm right after he was born, so they had him right up against me, skin to skin contact for about an hour with some warm blankets over the two of us. That got his temperature up and he's been great ever since. He scored a 9/9 on the apgar tests.
I just love my little guy so much, I'm so proud of him for being such a strong little guy. He really loves his momma and never wants to leave her side. He refuses to sleep unless I was touching him, I'd get him to sleep and then move my arm away and he'd start to cry. He's just the sweetest little guy and I feel so lucky to have him.
And heres Caleb now!
He weighs 21lbs and is all muscle. He's really independent and wants to explore and do everything on his own. He has so much energy I don't know how I keep up with him! He loves talking and can say mama, dada, baba, milk, duck, bear and I love you. He has 8 teeth ans his fav. foods are cheese and grapes and his mommy still just loves him to pieces!
Great stories!!! I forgot to post mine...here it is.
At my weekly appointment I was not dialated and my cervix was pretty much closed...Ryan was 2 weeks late so I wasn't expecting anything this early. I was 37.5 weeks.
It was November 3rd and my husband just came back from working out of town (on and off for months) the night before. Around two I felt a little wetness but nothing much. It kept continuing and I began to wonder what was up. Around 5 after talking to my sister's they advised me to call the doctor. I did and he wanted me to come in to be checked. Shout no way was he coming 2 1/2 weeks early but I thought we should go. I called Ryan home from his friends and he came running in all excited. He waited at the house for my sister to pick him up and off we went.
Arrived around 6, at the hospital I was told my water had broke and that my contractions were 2 mins. apart...what contractions?! I didn't feel a thing.
After a while I began to feel them alot...still undeceided about the epi I waited then asked for one...I got one but still felt alot...the nurse checked me right away and sure enough he was coming!!! At 9:46 pm Zack Thomas was welcomed into the world. He weighed 5 lbs. 15 oz. and was 20 inches long.
As Ryan would say "Mom, I really think he might be the cutest baby in the whole world". (Don't we all!)
On Friday, November 11, 2005 I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When I laid back down I thought I felt cramping/contractions, but didn't think anything about it at the time. My original due date was Nov. 11, but they changed it to Nov. 24th after the ultrasound. I wasn't expecting anything for another two weeks! When I woke up at about 7 am I was still feeling the cramps and finally got it in my head that they were actually contractions. They were pretty far apart, but they were definitely coming regularly.
More fun things going on that morning...I woke up with pink eye! I had a dr. appt. that morning, so I called to see if they would be able to give me something for my eye. They said they did not want me coming in if I had pink eye. I explained that I thought I was having contractions and the nurse told me to go to the hospital if they got to be 5 min. apart or my water broke. I ended up going to my family doctor at around 11 am to get something for my eye. My mom met me at the dr. office and went to get my medicine for me and took me home to take care of me. By this time, my contractions were getting closer and closer. By 1:00 pm they were about 7 minutes apart. I called my DH to come home after lunch.
We ended up going to the hospital at about 2:30 pm. When we got there I was already 6 cm dialated!!! I immediately got some drugs. By the time the epidural was in I was already fully dialated. The doctor came in at around 5:00 pm and said we were ready. I pushed maybe 3 times and at 5:09 pm my sweet baby Brayden was born.
I feel so blessed to have such a sweet baby boy! I never knew I could love someone so much. I have had very mixed feelings about him turning one. I cannot believe a full year went by that fast!
Here are some pictures of Brayden the day he was born:
Here is one from our first days home. Our dog, Zeus, was meeting his new brother for the first time:
Wednesday, November 16, 2005 – I started having regular contractions every 12-15 minutes. They felt like regular BH, and weren’t painful at all. I mentioned them to DH and he insisted that we finish packing my hospital bag, so we did.
Thursday, November 17, 2005 – I woke up around 5:30 and still had the regular contractions, only now they were 8-10 minutes apart, but still not painful. DH decided to call into work and stay home with me. By 10:00, they were 5 minutes apart, so we decide to call the Dr. Neither one of my regular doctors were on call, so I had someone completely new. I explained that the contractions are 5 minutes apart but not painful (only mild discomfort in my lower back.) He told me to go to the hospital and get checked out. We arrived at the hospital and I walked in totally relaxed and smiling (2 clues that I’m not in real labor lol). The monitor showed no contractions at all and I was only dilated to 3.5 cm (One more cm than I was at the previous week‘s appt.) Since I wasn’t in any pain and not in active labor, they sent me home. DH and I stopped for lunch on the way home. While we were eating, the contractions started to hurt (on the level of a menstrual cramp) and since I started to feel nauseous, I stopped eating. We ran a couple errands, but I was starting to get really uncomfortable, so I said I needed to go home. Thinking that I wasn’t in labor, DH decided he would go to work. We got home and while he was getting ready to go to work, I lost my lunch to the toilet. He changed his mind about going to work, and stayed home. The contractions (still every 5 minutes) were gradually getting worse. We tried various pain management techniques and I liked walking and swaying. That seemed to help at first. A couple of hours later, I was laying on the couch and DH was doing massage and alternating hot/cold packs on my back (most of the pain was in my back still). Around 4:30, DH called the Dr because the techniques were no longer helping. Again we were told to come in, but I refused because I was convinced I still wasn’t in labor, even though the pain was really bad! By 6pm, I was desperate for relief and finally agreed to go to the hospital. This time I enter the OB unit in a wheelchair, grimacing and breathing really hard. The monitor showed that I was having contractions and I was dilated to 4.5 (yay!), so I was admitted with orders to break my water and get an epi (YAY!). So I was wheeled to my LDR room and DH left to get my bags from the car and call family. I attempted to use the bathroom, but couldn’t because my contractions were coming one on top of another. The nurse helped me to the bed and soon after I sat down, I had a really strong contraction and felt a gush of water between my legs. The nurse checked me again after replacing the bed pads and shouted that I was 8.5 cm! Two more nurses immediately came in to set up the room for delivery and started my IV. I still wanted my epi! My DH returned to the room and couldn’t believe that I progressed from 4.5 to 8.5 cm in 30 minutes. My IV and epi were in placed (ahhhh!) and the Dr walked into the room. He introduced himself to me and checked my cervix. He said I was complete and could start pushing when I was ready. He left to check on another laboring patient. The nurse mentioned that first time moms can push for hours, so she recommended since I was comfortable, that I wait to start pushing and let my body bring the baby down on its own. So that’s what I did. A little later, I started getting the urge to push. After a couple of pushes the nurse called for the dr. After 8.5 hours of active labor and 30 minutes of pushing, Emilia Shirley entered the world and our hearts at 8:22 pm. She was 7 lbs and 19.5 inches long.
I'm finally getting around to posting Jack's birth story, just a little late.
I was due Nov. 4, but my ultrasound due date was 10-31. Halloween came and went, nothing. I had been 1 cm for about 2 weeks, but thats it. No BH, no leaking, nothing. I went to see my OB on 11/2, and we talked about inducing me. She told me she would call me in a few hours after she got a time from the hospital for me to check in. She called me a few hours later and said, be there at 7 am.
I was so nervous once I knew, ok, on Friday, I'm am probably going to have this baby! I was scared, and excited, and very anxious about all of it.
We got to the hospital at 7 am, but they were really busy so we didn't get a room until 9 am. They started me on the pitocin and about 25 minutes later I started feeling contractions. I was 1 cm. The dr. broke my water around 12:30 and I was at 2 cm at this point. The pain got so much worse after my water was broken, and the contractions were pretty much coming 2-3 mins apart. I held off for about 3 hours before I begged for some drugs. I got Stadol first because I was last in line behind 3 other women for the epidural. I finally got the first of two epidurals at around 3 pm. My dr came back to check me just after I had gotten my second dose of epi cuz the first one wore off, around 6:30, and I was still only 3 cms! She said if I didn't dialate any more within the next hour, I would have to have a c-section. At that point, I was like I dont care if you have to cut my entire body in half, get him out of me!
So, an hour later, doc comes back, no progress, so I get prepped for surgery. Craig goes off to find the bathroom, and they have me ready too fast, he isn't back here yet, they can't find him. I was so pissed! Between him being missing, and the shaking I was experienceing from the epidural, the stadol and the anethesia, I was losing it. He finally got in there and I didn't even want him to touch me. I feel bad about this now though. Oh well. It was very quick, and strange feeling. But then, it was over. At 8:32 pm, Jack Connor made his entrance into this world! Weighing 6 lbs 15 ozs, and measuring 19 inches long. Absolutely perfect, absolutely beautiful!
Here are some pics from his birthday...
(Me in labor, with my friends Haley and Anita)
(Our first family picture, I was so high!)
Beautiful Baby Boy
Jack's Birth Announcement
Almost 2 months, all bundled up for winter
Jack and DeeDee's first meeting (approx. 3 mos)
almost 7 months
1 YEAR OLD!!!
Thank you for reading and looking at all the pics. This has been the most joyous year of my life, because of Jack, he is my light, my love, my heart.
WOW after reading some of your stories I realize even more that I was extremely lucky that my experience wasn't too awful....sorry for those of you that had a rough time! Here goes
About 3 weeks before my November 28, 2005 due date, it was driving me crazy not knowing how much longer I had to go before delivery. At my 37 week appointment my doctor said we could schedule an induction for Monday November 21st at 39 weeks due to gestational diabetes. The few days before, I worked until my last day and finished all my last minute cleaning and getting ready. We were all set to go to the hospital the night before my induction to try using cervidil to see if that would cause me to go into labor. Well, we didn’t end up needing it because I got up at 4am that morning to go to the bathroom and I felt a big gush of fluid. I was not sure if it was my water breaking especially since I had not had any contractions and I had heard that starting labor that way was uncommon. I called the hospital though and they said to come in. So, I woke up Jeff, took a shower and got my things together. We also took one last picture of my preggo belly (which my hubby thought I was nuts for this!) and stopped to eat McDonald’s before arriving at the hospital at around 6:30am. The nurse confirmed that my water had broken (thank goodness I didn’t just pee on myself ) and by then I was feeling light contractions. About an hour later, our family arrived and I was starting to feel a lot of pain and the contractions were coming really close together. I had to wait for about an hour though while the anesthesiologist was with another patient before I could get my epidural. During that time, I tried to use the breathing techniques and my focal point but all I wanted to do was cry because it hurt so bad. Once I had my epidural, I felt extremely relaxed and they told me I was dilated to 6 centimeters woohoo.... I made it over half way! My nurse then suggested I get some rest so I halfway napped while my family played cards. After a few hours of resting, my nurse came to check me and I was dilated to 10 centimeters!! It was time to push but first they did something I had never heard of called “birthing down.” They sat me up in bed for about 30 minutes to allow the baby to come down more so I wouldn’t have to push for so long. After the birthing down, I pushed a few times then they had me stop because they didn’t expect it to go so fast and the doctor hadn’t arrived yet. It was so funny because there I was spread eagle in the stirrups for about 20 minutes making small talk with the nurse waiting for the doctor to get there. During that time, it became very real that Jensen was coming when I reached down and could feel his slimy head. Once the doctor arrived, it was only a couple more pushes and Jensen Drew was born at 2:38pm weighing in at 7lbs. 6oz.
It amazing how much my life changed that day, nothing is the same. It has been a wild year since then. Sometimes it seemed like time creeped by but now it seems like it has gone by so fast! To us, he is the most, beautiful, precious, brilliant baby every born and we can't believe how much we love him!!
Love reading all of these! Here's a quick rundown of mine; I'll try to be light with the British sarcasm. hehe
Kyle was born at the Queen Elizabeth II Hospital in Welwyn Garden City, England, on November 10th. I was originally due November 3 but at 35 weeks pregnant we switched hospitals & consultants since the one in Watford was so naft! We threatened a home birth if we didn't get a better hospital, so for 2 weeks we didn't have a hospital till they squeezed us in.
Only had 3 scans throughout (early on), saw countless midwives, and towards the end no one would tell me how large the baby was. I got asked lots if I was carrying twins & looked like an optical illusion since I was all belly out in front.
The new consultant did not agree with the old one (he did not want me to go overdue). So the new clinic did 3 membrane sweeps when I went past due before finally coming to the conclusion that I needed to be admitted into hospital. Guess the whole "gee this baby is too large for this tiny girl" didn't sink in right away.
Anyway, was admitted in on Tuesday (Nov. 7) & wound up hyperstimulating on induction which lead to a long night in L&D only to be kicked back to the other ward in the morning because apparently lots of other women had a fun filled Valentine's Day also. They were over booked & stopped my contractions.
They scheduled me for a c-section for Thursday at 9AM but they wound up having more critical surgeries before they could get to me. Gee, could it be because they love to let women explode first before costing the NHS money in surgery. lol
Anyway, after not eating since midnight & it now being the afternoon, I was so loopy & a bit comical on videotape. (DH taped everything for my family back home in the states.) Kyle was born at 3:26 PM (GMT) weighing 8lbs. 3oz. Recovery went well & I wound up checking out of hospital on Saturday since I was in a room filled with other new moms and no one was getting any sleep. At that point, I wanted to just be home. UK hospitals are a lot different than US ones. They put the baby next to your bed & its solely your responsibility to take care of him/her (for the most part) & they insist on breastfeeding. They won't even let you leave the hospital if you aren't sticking your boob out, haha.
Oddly, Kyle's birthday is the same as DH & I's. I'm April 10, DH is August 10, and Kyle is November 10. It would be funny to see if any other of our kids will be born on that day!
I wrote this shortly after giving birth, so that's why it sounds like I wrote it back then, lol.
Ok, here is Amelia’s birth story. It kind of all started at my doctor’s appointment on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving (when I was 2 days overdue). My blood pressure was high and I was having a headache. They just told me to watch myself over the weekend and we scheduled an induction for the following Monday (28th). On Friday, I got some cold symptoms and overnight on Friday, the cold kind of exploded. By Saturday afternoon, I had another headache and called the doctor on call because I wasn’t sure if it was a sinus headache or related to the baby. The doctor told me to go to the labor & delivery section of the hospital and they would monitor me, then get back to him.
When I got there, my blood pressure was perfectly fine and we thought we’d be going back home. But while they were monitoring Amelia, her heartbeat was going a little berserk. So when the doctor got to the hospital at about 6 pm, he decided to start the induction right then. He even broke my water without even telling me (which I wasn’t too thrilled about in retrospect).
They started me on Pitocin at about 7:30 pm and the contractions started coming on pretty strong. Daniel tells me I was a trooper, but I felt like quitting several times. At one point during this time, Amelia’s heart rate plummeted down into the 50’s (from its average of the 150’s – 160’s). The nurses were supposed to be monitoring things from out at their station, but Daniel had to run out and get someone when this happened. All of the hospital staff really started freaking out and preparing to do an emergency C-section right then. But eventually, Amelia’s heart rate went back to normal and the doctor said he wanted to continue the labor as usual.
Finally, I made it to 4 cm and was allowed to get the epidural (that was at about midnight). Wow, the epi is my new best friend. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to tell when it was wearing off and was having a lot of pressure with my contractions starting at about 2 am and continuing until about 4 am when I realized that I could feel my hips again. (They had been totally numb). So the epi lady came back and upped my dose. Unfortunately, that caused my contractions to slow down in timing and intensity.
When the doctor came back at about 6 am, he said I was still at 7 cm (which I had been for a couple of hours) and was almost regressing back to 6 cm. So, since it had been 12 hours since he broke my water, he decided it was time for a C-section. I was wheeled into the operating room at about 6:30 am and Amelia was born at 6:51 am on November 27 weighing 8 lbs, 13 oz, measuring 21 inches. Everyone in the operating room kept saying how big of a baby she was! And she screamed bloody murder the whole time in the operating room and when she went to the nursery for her tests, shots, etc. Both of us had fevers after the birth, so we were both on antibiotics. But we are both doing well now (she actually left the hospital weighing 9 lbs instead of losing weight like most babies). I’m slowly recovering from my first major surgery ever, but I’ve got help this week at home, so that’s nice.
Amelia is absolutely beautiful and such a wonderful baby. And she has dark hair. All babies in our family usually have blond peach fuzz, so that was really surprising. She really only cries when she’s hungry and occasionally when she’s fighting sleep.
Right after she was born:
1 year old!!! I can't believe it. I was just remembering last night back to when she was a baby and how we wondered what kind of 1 year old she would be. I couldn't have imagined a more wonderful little girl! I love her with all of my heart!