Jake's Birth Story
Jacob Michael Stead
Saturday, September 13, 5:12 a.m.
9lbs 1 oz
21 1/2 inches long
37.5 cm head
I went in for my doctor's appointment on Friday, September 12....all was well and he said that if nothing happened by Monday, we'd talk about inducing. He ordered me another non-stress test, so I went to get that done later that day. While in the hospital getting my non-stress done, there were a few nurses who were concerned about Jake's heartbeat, so they ordered me some food, thinking maybe I was dehydrated or something to cause his heartbeat to be so high. What usually takes about 1/2 hr, kept me there for 2 1/2 hrs....needless to say I was tired and just wanted to go home. However, at the end, a doctor and nurse came in and said that they'd just talked with my doctor and said that because of Jake's heartbeat and how late he was (10 days), they were going to induce me. I was somewhat shocked...and asked if I could please go home first and get my things and my husband from work. I had to talk them into letting me go....I wonder if they thought I wasn't gonna come back or something . So I picked up Mike from work and we went home to get my things. We were both surprised at this turn of events....it just wasn't what we were expecting.
So we checked into the hospital at about 5 p.m.and soon my doctor's brother came to induce me (my dr was out of town at the time). I had been concerned about induction cause I didn't want to go into hard labor all the sudden, but he assured me that he was just going to insert some gel that would soften the cervix and if I was ready to go into labor I would.....that made me feel a bit better. So he put in the gel and I laid flat for 1 hr. During that hour, I was starting to get slight contractions/tightenings in my back and lower abdomen. They were coming every 5-8 minutes and were lasting about 20 seconds. They were pretty light and didn't bother me too much at all. After that I was able to get up and walk around, which I did and sat and watched some tv. Then I settled in and had a bath and got ready for bed. Mike went home to sleep since the doctor said that it could be a long wait...possibly they'd have to induce with the drip tomorrow if nothing happened....it sounded like tomorrow would be the day, so we may as well get some rest.
I was still getting those light contractions which were keeping me awake, so I got some demeral around 10:30 p.m. It allowed me to sleep for only 2 hrs though....so I asked for more, but they couldn't give me any more they said till 4. So I tried to go back to sleep. Around 2:30 a.m. I gave up and took a bath. In the bath I realized that the contractions were getting a bit harder....so I got out and sat in the rocking chair (which was comfortable for my back) and watched the clock. It was 3:00 a.m. and the contracts were coming every 5 minutes, but lasting only for 20 seconds still. They were pretty easy to work through being so short. At 4:00 a.m. I called the nurse to tell her that they seemed to be getting harder, so she came and checked me.....I was 5-6 cms already. Since it was 4, they gave me some more demeral. So they hooked me up for a non-stress test again and I quickly had 3 pretty hard contracts so they were helping roll over when *pop*, my water broke. And immediately I had to throw up too. Throwing up pretty much pushed out all my water it felt like! The bed was pretty wet!
So they wheeled me to labor and delivery and called Mike to come. By the time Mike got there (4:40 a.m.) I was in the tub again, trying to relax (ya right). The stupid demeral had kicked in because I felt so drugged and was trying to talke to him, but wasn't making any sense. He got there in good time though as he was very helpful to rub my back when the contractions were getting hard. They seemed to be getting harder and closer together and I was starting to feel like I couldn't really do this anymore. The nurse took that as a sign to check me out again...so up on the bed I got (5:00 a.m.). She said I was nearly full! She they shot me with something to try to counteract the demeral since all it was doing was making me sleepy. And I asked if the doctor was coming and she said they were just gonna call him. She asked if I felt like I needed to push yet....and yep I did. Oh, it felt so good to be able to push, even though I wasn't supposed to push hard yet or anything. They quickly got the doctor who was around to come and give me an episiotomy as they'd asked Mike if I had one with Katie (and I did). The nurse was really concerned cause she said if I had this baby right now, I'd tear really bad, so the doctor came really fast to help. That didn't hurt too much...felt weird though for sure....I was more focused on pushing at that point. This was all happening very quickly as he did the cut between contracs since I was pushing during every contrac. As soon as he was done I got the go ahead to push hard....I don't know how many pushes it was (not very many), and my little man was out! It was 5:12 a.m. only 12 minutes after getting out of the tub! They put him on my tummy and it looked like he had dark curly hair to me...then they took him and put him in the warmer thing. Right then, my doctor got there....he was surprised that he missed the delivery, but he checked Jake out and pronounced him the picture of health and then came to check me out. I had torn again....so he set in to stitch me up. While he was stitching, Mike had Jake and we were just talking about how fast everything had went and how much better this was than with Katie. We also were commenting on how funny it was that Mike had only been there 1/2 hr before Jake was born. It took 45 minutes to stitch me up...2nd degree tear. While it might sound bad...I had 3rd degree tears with Katie, so I knew that this would be MUCH better to handle and it was. By this time the demeral was starting to really kick in and I can't even remember Mike leaving or going back to my room to bed. The doctor commented the next day that I was really alert for someone who'd had such a high dose of that stuff. The dumb thing is that silly stuff does nothing for me in way of pain relief....all it does is make you so sedated that you can sleep through anything. Although it doesn't seem to work for me cause it only let me sleep for 2 hrs. Next time I'll definitely pass on the demeral cause it really doesn't work for me at all other than leave me feeling drugged!
Anyways, this is very long....but that's the story of Jake's arrival. It was later that morning when I took off Jake's touque that I discovered that he had bright red hair! Surprise to us, but very cute! We only had to stay in the hospital one day, and then we were super happy to be heading home. And now we're getting settled into a new normal for our family....it's great!
Well we arrived at the hospital at 7:30am for induction (after having a McDonald's breakfast of course) and got settled - put on the hospital gown and layed down. I must of waited for about an hour and a half before the dr came to check how far dialated I was and break my waters. He had difficulty with this and I know that people say that it is painless but I definitely have to disagree on that one. I was 4cm dialated and he eventually said that he thought that he'd broken my waters but wasn't sure so he'd go and come back later to try again if not. So anyway, the next thing was to give me the serotonin drip to bring on the contractions and soon after I started to feel them, although not really strong or regular at first. Anyway I had asked before being induced for a fairly early epidural so after a while dh reminded them and they called for the anaesthetist - they said he'd be about an hour. That was okay because at the time I wasn't even in established labour as my contractions were not hard or regular enough and I was not far enough dialated and the pain really was not that unbearable. Anyway, whilst we were waiting dh went and bought some muffins for us to eat - bluberry muffins. Whilst he was gone getting them the morning tea trolley came around with guess what - blueberry muffins. So I ate two bluberry muffins. So anyway, later the anaesthetist came along and he had trouble trying to find the correct space for the epidural to go in. It took him just under an hour - so I spent just under an hour curled up in a tight ball (not easy when you are 40weeks pregnant) trying to patiently wait for him to get the right spot. After multiple attempts at putting the needle in he ended up having me sit, although I still needed to curl up in a ball, and he ended up finding the right spot. I did however, start to experience chest pain (not suprising since I was in that position for so long) and the midwife reassured me that it would not take much longer at all and checked that I could hold on a little bit longer. I really wanted that darn epi so I said yes (and prayed that this anaesthetist would finally get it in without leaving me paralysed because of putting it in incorrectly). Anyway, finally it was done and that was just before 1pm. When I had the epi with dd it took about 3mins to put it in so you could probably imagine I was freaking out about what the hell this dr was doing. Anyway, it worked, eventually and it was all done. I sat up and ate lunch and then after about 1/2 an hour I was feeling contractions and asked dh to tell the midwife. She came and checked on me and said she'd ring the dr to see what she should do. Whilst she was gone I started to feel something trickle down my back so I asked dh to check. It was from the epi - I wasn't getting the constant top up I was meant to which is why I was feeling contractions. So dh got the midwife to come back and she and another of the midwives there replaced it and fixed everything up. After a while I couldn't feel anything anymore.
Anyway my contractions were coming stronger although the midwife said not as regular as she'd like. And my waters still had not broken (I thought that they may have because I felt a trickle but the midwife checked and said that that was blood, not amniotic fluid. So anyway the midwife called the dr to come back sometime around mid afternoon (3-4pm). So he did and he broke my waters sucessfully that time - much more comfortable with the epidural.
Soon after I was feeling ill, i'd been feeling nauseas for a while and so whilst dh was out of the room and the midwife too I actually started to vomit. I couldn't get up - I couldn't reach the buzzer to buzz the midwife because I dropped it on the floor so I just laid there screaming 'help'. Finally the midwife ran in followed by another saying 'oh are we ready to push' and i'm saying - No, I was sick but I dropped the buzzer. So they clean me up and get me a bowl in case I need to be sick. Dh arrives and the nurses leave me with him. I was sick again a few moments later but dh was with me and would run off to clean out the bowl asking if I felt well enough to hold off for a few moments whilst he cleaned it up.
By about 5pm the midwife asked if I felt the need to push and I said NO. So she said she'd check me again to see how far dialated I was - I was fully dialated at that stage. So she called the dr and told him that she was going to get me to start pushing and he said he'd be up as soon as possible. So I pushed for about 40 mins (vomiting intermittently in between pushes) from 5:20 until 6pm. The dr arrived at probably about 10 mins before 6 and then at 6pm he asked the midwife how long i'd been trying to push. He suggested that since i'd pushed for 40mins and the baby was not moving at all that we wait either until I felt the urge to push or another hour (whichever came first) and then try again. So we waited, no urge to push came so at 7pm we started up again. I pushed and pushed and pushed without anymore progress - the baby just wasn't moving. The midwife said I was doing well with the pushing considering I didn't have the urge to push (although by the time I had started to push I was starting to feel the contractions) but for some reason the baby was not doing anything. So the dr suggested the only option would be to use forceps. So basically he used the forceps for probably 2-3pushes and the head was out. I felt nothing, honestly, nothing - except the contractions. But I didn't feel the baby being pushed out at all. I only knew because dh said 'we have a head'. Well at that point the dr said he realised why the baby was having such a hard time moving and no progress was being made - his head was up instead of down. I asked if that was a bad thing and he said 'NO, it just explains why you had such a hard time.' Anyway the dr then just pulled the rest of him out and dh turned to me and said 'its a boy'.
I laid there holding him and I remember saying 'hello my beautiful boy' over and over. I held him and then dh cut the cord. They took him and cleaned him up and passed him back to me.
It was such a wonderful experience both better and worse than my labour with dd for different reasons. He was finally born at 7:54pm weighing 8lb even, 51cm long and head circumference of 35.5cm.
Braden Robert Eisenhauer was born at 11:40 am on September 27. He was 7 lbs 1 oz, and 20 inches long.
My water broke at 5:45 am on Saturday, Sept. 27. It was about the weirdest thing I'd ever experienced. I wasn't having contractions yet, so when I called my doctor he told me to get to the hospital in the next couple of hours. So, I took a shower and did a bunch of last minute things. My contractions started maybe around 7 am, but they weren't too bad or regular yet. We checked into the hospital around 7:30. The nurse checked my discharge first to make sure it was my water and decided that yep, we're staying. We spent the next hour with just the nurse, being monitered and just answering some questions and signing papers. The doctor finally checked my cervix at 8:30ish, and I was 4 cm dilated and 100% effaced. Then they moved me to the room I was actually going to be staying in, and I got settled in there. By then my contractions were anywhere from 1 1/2 to 3 minutes apart. Owie! The nurse asked if I wanted to get my epidural right away, and I said yep! It was probably about another hour or so until the epidural finally came. As soon as it kicked in I was in heaven. I wasn't even feeling my contractions. They decided to start pitocin at the same time they started the epi, because they didn't want the labor to slow down. His heartrate had been getting some low dips, so they didn't want to put me through a drawn out labor. I was 6-7 cm dilated around the time of the epi. We just hung out peacefully in my room for a while then, just waiting for things to happen. Around 11 am is when everything changed. They decided to put an internal monitor on the baby, since they were having lots of dips in the heart rate with the external one. So they did that, and it didn't change. The dips were just getting worse, and taking longer to recover. It seemed like suddenly there were so many people in my room. The doctor was having them roll me from side to side to see if it changed anything, but it didn't. My blood pressure had also dropped quite a bit at this point. The doctor then said to everyone else, "The baby isn't tolerating this. We have to get her delivered." My heart just dropped out of my chest at this point. The doctor then explained to me that we were gonna have to do an emergency c-section because the baby couldn't handle the labor anymore. I was 8 cm at this point, and they didn't want to wait for me to get to 10. If they stopped the pitocin the labor would take too long, and if they kept it on the contractions would be too difficult. After that everything happened so quickly. The nurses shaved my stomach, and had my husband start putting on the scrubs. They then whisked me off to the OR while my husband was still changing. I passed my in laws in the hall. They had just gotten there, and had no idea there were even any problems yet. Once they got me into the OR they just started doing things so quickly. I was just bawling at this point. Since I already had the epi, they just upped the dose on that to make me completely numb. Then they allowed my husband to come in just as they were about to cut me. I was actually very uncomfortable from all of the pressure as they performed it, even though I was completely numb. They cut me vertically so they could get the baby out as quickly as possible. It seemed that he was out in practically no time. Dh looked at me and said "Braden's here", just as I heard his first cry. I didn't get to see him though, since I had the drape over my face and they took him to do all the stuff to him that they had to do right away. Dh went over and stood with him while the doctors worked with him. Eventually when they were finished they let Bob hold him, and Bob brought him over to me so I could see. It was kind of difficult, though, from that position. I hadn't been feeling to good during the stitching up, so they gave me some morphine and that helped a lot. Finally they were done stitching me up, so they unstrapped me and rolled me back onto my bed. They then finally let me hold Braden, which was really hard to do since my arms were pretty numb from the epi. I held on for dear life though. They wheeled me back to my room, where the family was waiting. They decided to keep him under the heating lamp because he was having a little trouble breathing, and they didn't want him to struggle to keep his own temperature up too. That was because he had some fluid in his lungs from the c section. After a few hours though, they took him off of the lamp and we've been together ever since. We had a little bit of a hard time catching onto the nursing, but he's been nursing like a champ for a few days now. He's slightly jaundiced, but his billirubin level wasn't high enough to worry about it. Overall, he's a healthy baby. He sleeps a lot too.
They only discharged me today. My blood pressure was a little higher than usual, so they wanted to monitor me an extra day. It came back down though. They also continued to check my blood sugars while I was in the hospital, and they have been great. I still have to do the 2 hour glucose tolerance test in 4 weeks, but I'm confident that it will come back alright. I'm still sore as all heck, but that's just reason to not have to do much.
Overall, my birth experience was the scariest thing I ever went through in my life. It didn't go anything at all like I was envisioning. However, I have a very healthy, very beautiful baby boy. That's all that matters to me.
Bob and Jackie
Proud parents of Braden since 9/27/03 and Jenna since 7/28/08
Had a dr appointment Tuesday morning (10/7), scheduled induction for following week. Around noon, started to have a little bleeding. Around 6 pm, contractions started, felt like braxton hicks with a little cramping. They were 5 minutes apart, and lasted like 30 seconds. Decided if this was it, I had shopping to get done. Had to pick up the Lion King that we preordered at Toys R Us and hit the bank. Contractions remained at 5 minutes apart 30 seconds long, so I thought nothing of it. Around midnight Rob decided we should go in to the hospital. I didn't want to because they were only lasting 30 seconds and were not bad. Around 1 am, I gave in and we went. As soon as we got in the car, the contractions picked up and were now a minute apart lasting a minute. When we got to the hospital, we could not get in, everything was locked, had to call security to let us in. Took the guy over 10 minutes to come. Got up to L & D, told I did not look like I was in labor, but they would monitor me anyways. After a half an hour of seeing that I was contracting regularly, thye decided to check me, I was 6 cm. So I got admitted. Got in the room and the nurse tried to do the IV since I needed to get pennicillin (+ strep B). She tried in my arm, noting, then my hand, noting but left a nice bump. She decided to seek help and called the IV team. The next lady got it in right away. I decided I wanted the epidural since there was a chance of needing a C section. The anesthesiologist was a JERK. It took over an hour for him to do the epidural. There was a button that was suppose to release the stuff, but apparently it didn't work. We found that out 4 hours later when he finally came back in to check since I was still feeling the contractions completely. He switched the button, but that one didn 't work right either. So the epidural never took. At 5 they finally decided to check me. I was complete, bag of water was bulging, but she was still floating and not engaged yet. We decided to wait an hour to see if she would drop down. At 6, when the dr came back, Izzy still had not dropped down, the talk of a C section began. But since a shift change was coming at 7, and Izzy wasn't in distress we decided to wait until 7 for anything. At 7:30, the next dr decided he would break my water and see if that would help her come down, she was still floating. Well when he was checking me, my water exploded, so he didn't have to break it. She dropped down immediately and we started pushing. Pushing was way to painful for me and I lost control. I begged for them to just use forceps and pull her out. But Izzy had her own plan and was coming out on her own with or without me pushing. They did end up using the vacuum to get her out though because her head would not come completely out. At 7:52 am on October 8 she was out. She did swallow some fluid since she was not in the birth canel very long, not even 20 minutes. It took a day for her to cough it all out. Breastfeeding is going alright, she is being supplemented with formula right now since she is jaundiced and my milk has not come in yet. So far she is doing good and the boys are doing great with her. Joshua is slowly coming around and get concerned when she is crying. The day she was born, he would not look at her or come anywhere near me. She is sleeping great at night. The first night home, she slept from 1 to 6, and last night she slept from 11-6. Not sure if I should let her sleep that long, but the pediatrician said not to wake her up for feedings, so we'll see if she continues to sleep that well. I still get up to pump though. Overall thiongs are going good.
Zachary 12, Joshua 9, Isabelle 7,
Matthew 5, Allyson 2 and Emily 4/20/11
The birth story of Samuel Stephen Guy Lenser
We had had a couple of false alarms… the most recent on the Sunday before with 6 hours of contractions 5 minutes apart that ultimately just stopped. On the Monday (Sept 29, our due date) I went in to the midwife’s office and the pretty much painless 6 hours had gotten us nearly completely effaced, so we were pretty sure it would be soon. The pressure was on because my mother had already spent 9 days of her 2 weeks with us, and we all really wanted her to be here for the birth.
Tuesday night (1 day “past due”), around 9:10pm, we were sitting watching “Bowling for Columbine” of all things and I felt an almost audible “pop” inside. After my mother’s precipitous labours (she delivered my brother in 12 contractions, me in 6, my sister in 5), we figured we’d better call the midwife even though I hadn’t had any contractions yet to speak of. Got up to discover I was leaking waters, although it was the “constant trickle” effect rather than the “mad gush gotta get the carpets steam cleaned now” kind of water breaking.
By the time I got our student midwife on the phone about 10 minutes later, contractions were starting… not too bad, definitely more intense than they had been on Sunday, but not painful, just, well, unavoidable, and I was having to concentrate and breathe through them. The midwives were to arrive around 10pm and just before 10:00 I decided to go upstairs and wait for them… not only can you not hear the doorbell from our basement TV room, but the TV noise was beginning to drive me crazy.
The midwives arrived as contractions were beginning to feel quite serious. I went upstairs to our bedroom and called my best friend Shawna to let her know that she might want to come on over, and we were planning to have her at the birth too. Cristine (our MW student) checked my dialation shortly after, and said we were at 2cm… that this wasn’t technically “active labour”… But by the time she told me this I’m pretty sure I was well into the active phase. She had checked me and then conferred with Anne Marie (our certified MW), then come to talk to me about what I’d like to do next. I think they were hoping I’d tell them to go home but I could feel that things were moving pretty fast and told her I was scared to for them to leave in case they didn’t make it back in time. She told me they wouldn’t desert me, not to worry about it. She offered to do a “stretch & sweep” but I used the excuse of another contraction to not answer the question, I really didn’t want to be interfered with but at the time was still worrying a bit about wasting other peoples’ time. I got over that very quickly.
That’s the last thing I remember really clearly, after that it’s just snippets. I remember Shawna arriving, and I remember spending most of my labour sitting backward on the toilet (leaning on the tank) with Stephen on one side of me and my mum on the other. I was singing vocal exercises through each contraction, I have to call my voice teacher and let her know that her exercises were a big part of what kept me calm and breathing and my jaw loose through labour. I think she’ll like that. Stephen figured out very quickly to take my robe off me during a contraction, and to put it back on, and a hot pack too, as soon as the contraction was over because I was shivering uncontrollably between contractions. I got in the shower briefly (for about 2 contractions) but I was so cold between contractions that I couldn’t stand to be wet so I got out. For a while I worked on hands & knees on our bed, and it’s around this time that they checked me again and were surprised to find I had hit 5cm. I’m kind of amused that they didn’t expect me to go so fast. I remember Shawna coming into the room around then and I was actually lucid enough to speak to her… “I hope you’re not terribly bored” I said, I kept thinking that this must seem so long to everybody else! She told me I was crazy, that she’d never been so excited in her life. I love that woman. J Shortly after that I was back on the toilet – it was a good place for me because of the constant fluid leak and I found it took all the pressure off my “working parts” and let me really relax with each out-breath. I found I needed to rock my hips a lot, and that really helped too. I remember thinking I must be hitting transition… I had to do a lot of “thought stopping” and kept saying out loud “one at a time, just this one” and “I can do this” over and over again. My family didn’t realize that what was going on was that I was fighting with myself – I’d catch myself wondering how much longer I could do this – which is when I started chanting “just this one,” or find myself doubting that I’d could handle any more – “I can do this.” Cristine checked me again around this time and although I didn’t hear her say it at the time, I had only a lip of cervix left. My hindwaters were still intact, and she told me that the baby just needed to turn slightly and that we could help that by breaking the waters, so despite that I had not intended to have my waters broken artificially it seemed like the right thing to do. The contraction that I went through lying on my back waiting for Cristine to break my waters made me understand why women find labour so painful. It was the only truly “painful” contraction I had – the rest of them were incredibly intense and overwhelming, but pain is the wrong word for them. Pain describes a broken arm or the surgery I had when I was 18, but doesn’t *really* define what I was going through – except for that one 3-peaked contraction I went through lying flat on my back. Man oh man that one was brutal and I was really glad to get upright again! It was back to the toilet with me to let the waters drain a bit, and I had about 3 or 4 more 3-peaked contractions and started feeling a little bit “pushy.” Cristine suggested I go back to all fours on the bed, and that did the trick – as soon as I was in that position there was nothing I could do except let my body do its work. I really feel like I was a bystander in the pushing stage, all I could do was keep supplying oxygen to my muscles and try not to interfere.
The baby crowned in 18 minutes and was out in 20. No tears at all (although for some reason I wasn’t expecting the “ring of fire” around the FRONT, somehow I thought that it would only be my perenium that felt that! Silly me), just a small scrape where he had his hand up next to his face (yup, I pushed out a hand along with the head). I reached down to touch his head as he was crowning and was so amazed to find that it was pointy – I mean, we all know that the head moulds but I think I didn’t really understand until that moment how perfectly engineered this whole process is. I gave everybody a good laugh though, they told me to stop pushing as he crowned and I said “he won’t go back?”… They all laughed and Anne Marie said no you can’t put him back. I couldn’t explain at the time that that’s not what I meant, I was just damned if I was going to lose ground and let him slip back upward again – I was fully prepared to hold him there!!! But anyway the next push came and his head was out. The cord was loosely around his neck, and I was laughing while the rest of his body was born through the loop – I’ve never felt such a physical “relief” in my life, it was incredible! The four seconds that it took for them to pass him to me was an eternity. And I was so thrilled to have him in my hands that Stephen had to ask me to check the gender (the cord was between his legs). I cut the cord myself and set him free. He was born at 5:48am.
Shawna & Anne Marie had started a batch of muffins and some coffee as I started pushing, thinking it would be a while… Shawna says she had just got them into the oven when she heard her name called in a “serious” kinda way and she got sent to warm blankets in the dryer.
45 minutes later there were six of us on our bed eating hot apple-cinnamon muffins.
Our baby boy stayed nameless for about 4 days… somehow it just didn’t seem very important. He is now Samuel Stephen (for his dad) Guy.
He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Noe’s birth story:
9-17-03 – went in for NST and AFI test (amniotic fluid index) because the baby was overdue by over a week (due 9-9-03). This is standard procedure at my dr’s office for overdue babies. I hadn’t had any problems so far………but the AFI test came back poor – I had oligoamnios (4.9cm, when the “safe” range is 5-25 cm). So the doctor said to come back that night to be induced. Wow we were totally not prepared for this. So I had lunch around noon, no dinner, and was admitted at 8:30pm. Induction with cervadil began at 9pm. I had to be hooked up to an external fetal monitor for 2 hours after they put in the cervadil, and had to stay in bed with “bathroom privileges” all night so the cervadil wouldn’t fall out.
9-18-03 – began having serious contractions that kept me awake around 1am…they got pretty painful around 4am. The cervadil came out with a contraction around 6am. Because my contractions were so strong and frequent, lasting about 1minute, every 2-3 minutes, they didn’t start me on pitocin yet. All day dh and I and MIL, my mom, and SIL walked around the hospital taking contraction breaks every 2 minutes. Finally around 3pm, I was only 1 cm dilated, so they started me on pitocin. That stuff hurts, and I had to be on the fetal monitor because of it. After 6 more hours of painful contractions, I was only 2cm dilated, so I finally submitted to getting an epidural. That did the trick and around midnight I was 9 cm dilated. However there were two separate incidences where the baby’s heart rate dropped to around 50 and the nurses ran into the room to give me oxygen, but her heart rate quickly went back up to normal so they weren’t too concerned.
9-19-03 – The epidural still felt good……ah. Was 9 ½ cm at 1am, so the dr finally agreed that we could start pushing. I felt the contractions and urge to push at about 1:30am…and could feel EVERYTHING by 2am, as the epidural had worn off (the bag was empty). However I was so distracted that I didn’t bother to ask for a refill. Finally at 4:41 Noe Madison arrived! She was purple, and came out with a ton of meconium. According to DH who cut the cord, she was covered in green, had wrinkly hands and feet, with a flat dented skull, and basically looked like ET (this is what he told the family minutes after she was born). I was too distracted with getting stitches for a 3rd degree tear.
Noe was 7 lbs 15 oz, 20 inches long, with blond/white hair and big dark blue eyes. Officially, 10 days overdue.
Her apgars were 8 and 9, and she was fine until 5pm when the nurses noticed her breathing was wrong. So they took her to the nursery, checked her out, and admitted her to the NICU for meconium aspiration. She was on oxygen at first, but they put her on a ventilator the next day, and diagnosed her with pulmonary hypertension. After several days the hypertension was gone and they put her back on just oxygen through a nose tube. After several more days we started bf’ing and finally after 11 days in the NICU she was able to come home. It’s been a rough scary time but now that we’ve been home for a week, we’re getting used to having a regular healthy baby around.
The problem is since she was on a ventilator, she’s at high risk for serious respiratory problems, so we have to keep her isolated (no grocery stores, malls, or other places where there could be sick people; limited visitors to our house; and no exposure to kids). We’ve been told these limitations by 3 doctors on separate occasions so I guess it’s pretty important.
That’s our story!!! We’re so happy to have her home at last.
Things started on Tuesday, September 30. I took some castor oil in V8 in hopes of getting things going. I only took 3TBS because the stuff is so horrible, I couldn’t see taking more. I ate dinner and within two hours of taking the horrible stuff, it came back up. I went to sleep around ten and woke up at eleven to contractions! I got up to sit at the computer – I noticed they were coming pretty often and while they didn’t hurt, they were uncomfortable. I started timing them and found them to be 2-3 minutes apart lasting 45 seconds to a minute. I called Esteban in San Jose and told him what was happening – he decided to come home just in case it progressed. He got home around 1am – I had been sleeping but was still having contractions. Between 6 and 7 am, the contractions stopped much to my dismay! I decided to try to get things going again by walking – I went shopping at Costco and Target to get some last minute stuff – I made sure to walk as much as possible at a quick pace. I had some contractions during this time but nothing meaningful and they stopped when I wasn’t walking. I went home and spent the rest of the day feeling sorry for myself. I had an appointment with my midwife on Thursday at 11:30 so I felt good about that until we got the phone call from her – she was at another birth and had to cancel – she would call me later to reschedule. I was so upset – I was supposed to be the next one to have my baby – I had a good cry over it. Claudette (MW) called around four in the afternoon – she asked if I wanted to come over that evening to have my membranes stripped – of course I said yes! When we got there, we did all the regular stuff and everything looked good. She checked my cervix and found it to be 2 cm (I forgot to ask what the effacement was) my cervix was a little high still but had come down since the last check she did. She went ahead and stripped the membranes as well as she could and then went over a list of stuff for me to do to help things along. I would have to drink a major amount of castor oil (8 ounces) – she called this the atomic bomb – it always worked. She also gave me some black and blue cohosh tinctures that I was to take in tea as well as the EPO and told us to have sex if possible as well. On the way home, we stopped and got the dreaded castor oil and a blender so I could mix it up in ice cream and soda. It took about 45 minutes to get the stuff down – I had to wipe the inside of my mouth and my tongue with a cloth after each drink to take the taste away. I kept it down about an hour before if came back up – I did all I could to hold it in but it was just to horrible – my stomach wanted nothing to do with it. It did get into my digestive track a bit and I had a little intestinal unrest but nothing like was supposed to occur with the mega dose. We decided to go ahead and have sex to see if that would help and then went to sleep.
At 4:20am I was awake in bed when I felt a pop and felt a huge gush of fluid. It kept coming and since I was sleeping on the edge of the bed, I could hear it hitting the floor. I woke Esteban up and told him. I got up to go to the bathroom and it just poured out of me. I walked around for the next hour or so – trying to stand on towels or in the bathtub – it was really kind of funny. I wasn’t having any contractions yet and was waiting patiently for them to start. At 6 am, Esteban called my MW to tell her what had happened – she was at a birth so she told him that she’d call to check in later but for him to call her if things got going. Esteban didn’t tell me that she was attending another birth – he didn’t want to stress me out worrying that she wouldn’t be able to attend mine. My mom came over a couple of hours later to help with the kids and the house. Since I was gushing fluid still, I asked her to get me some Depends, which were great – so nice not having to stand on towels. During the day, we went for walks and I tried to stay on my feet as much as possible in hopes that contractions would start but they never did. The midwife called and said she and her assistant would be over to bring me some herbs and a breast pump – hoping that we could get some contractions going. C and K came over with a list of things I could do – they brought a bunch of herbal tinctures, the breast pump and some estrogen crème to rub on my wrists and throat every two hours. She also left some Propalis and vitamin C for me to take to ward off infection and instructed me to take my temp every two hours. They left and I started in with the items they had left and continued until about 11pm and then went to sleep for the night. I got up at about 7am and started in again. K called around 10 am to see if anything was happening – it wasn’t. She said they’d be over in a bit. They arrived at 2 pm with all their gear – I guess one way or another, the baby would be coming sometime soon! C and K went with us back to our room to check my progress and assess the situation. I was having some contractions but mostly with the nipple stimulation. They checked my cervix and it was 3cm, 0 station. The baby’s HB was great and strong and my BP was good. We went through the day laboring a bit but the contractions would space out and I would have to go back to nipple stimulation to get things going again. I was most comfortable standing and rocking during contractions – I couldn’t sit – it hurt too much. When things slowed again around 10pm, we decided to let things be and go to sleep – I was tired and needed some rest. C stayed the night but K went home since she lived nearby. I slept some but was up often to pee and was really uncomfortable and started to have a horrible upper backache, which kept me from sleeping well. By morning, I was super tired and feeling discouraged. C had me put ice on my back and eat which helped a lot. I was able to sleep a couple of hours after that then I got up, showered and started nipple stimulation again to get things regular again. We went for a long walk, which helped, and when I got back, I was ready to get serious to get the baby out! My contractions became more regular – I would moan through them and sway my hips, which seemed to help. I had low back pain with the contractions, which is how I knew I was having them – I didn’t have any pain in the front and had to feel my belly to know when the contractions were completely gone. The baby did really well with labor – every time C checked the HB, it was chugging along beautifully even during contractions. At about 2:27 pm, C checked me and I was 7-8cm. 100% effaced and 0 station - starting to feel more pain – it was time to fill the tub – this was music to my ears! The water felt great – it was warm and relaxing to float between contractions. Contractions in the tub were okay- I would turn to my side and hold the side. I labored like this for 2 hours and once again, they contractions spaced out so I had to get out of the tub for awhile. I did nipple stimulation again and the contractions came back again – it was frustrating to say the least that my body needed help to do this. Once things were back to where they should have been, I got back in the tub – they had added water but it was too hot so they siphoned and added ice and cold water to get it tolerable. I guess I was getting close because the water felt fine earlier at the same temp. The contractions got more intense and I started making a lot of very loud noise with each one – C & K told me to make deeper sounds so I did. The front door was open – the neighbors probably thought someone was dying! At 5:09pm my body was pushing with each contraction and I was told to push if I felt like it. I pushed the first few times floating on back – I was arching and it hurt so K told me to curl around the baby – I was hurting so much and it seemed impossible so I came back with “I can’t!” She told me I could and on my next contraction, I did just as she said. It helped tremendously to be forward and have my feet on the bottom of the tub. After pushing like this for a while and getting the baby down enough to crown (5:45pm), they wanted me to squat in the tub to use gravity. I pushed so hard – I felt the baby moving down – I felt the ring of fire, which I never did with my other vaginal births. I want to mention here that Esteban was there the whole time – he would support my perineum when I pushed and was the one that delivered the baby’s head. I was able to push the baby out to the eyebrows and then had to get out of the tub(5:51pm) – the baby wasn’t budging and C couldn’t do much from outside of the tub. I climbed out of the tub and squatted beside it – Esteban got down on the floor and C was kneeling behind me and the rest of the head was out (5:53pm) – the baby still wasn’t moving down so C felt up inside and found the shoulders stuck – she couldn’t get a good grip so she took her gloves off and reached way up inside again – she was rocking me while trying to free the posterior shoulder, I was pushing and K was applying fundal pressure finally, C said “Thank you Jesus” and at that point, K said she knew the birth was over and out came the baby at 5:55pm. The baby looked great but didn’t cry so the APGARs were only 7 and 8. I wanted to be the one to announce the gender so I lifted the blanket and saw that we had another girl and announced it to the room. I was still squatting by the tub attached to Luisa. We had a twin mattress on the floor and we were able to maneuver me onto it and then I was able to hold Luisa – something I had never been able to do with any of my other babies. There was quite a bit of blood at this point and they weren’t able to see where it was coning from – I was given herbs, metheregin, a shot of pitocin and a bag of ice for my tummy. They were pretty sure it was separation bleeding from the placenta and told me to let them know when I had a contraction. It wasn’t too long before I had one and out came the placenta. The bleeding slowed way down and my uterus was clamping down so all was well. C gave Esteban the cord clamps and he cut the cord. I was a big, bloody mess so while I was being cleaned up a bit, the kids came over to meet their new sister – they all did so well. I had quite an audience watching the birth – Claudette and Kimberly, Esteban, my mom, our three children ( Christopher (10), Carla (8), and Ian (4), my SIL and my one-year-old niece! I was able to breastfeed and she latched right on! After she was done, Esteban took her and I went back to get some stitches and to get dressed. I got three sutures which wasn’t bad considering the amount of scar tissue and the fact that C had both hands in there! Then it was time to measure and weigh Luisa – 9 pounds 6.5 ounces – my biggest baby yet (4.5 ounces bigger than my too big to birth vaginally c/s baby) she was 21 inches long, had a 14.5-inch head and 18.5-inch shoulders! It was a great experience – I did have shoulder dystocia after all but it was managed responsibly this time unlike the two births I had with my former GP. It turns out that I have a kidney bean shaped pelvis and my babies get jammed under the brim – my outlet is fine, it’s just higher up that causes the problem. It’s been one month since the birth and Luisa is doing great. Another thing I want to point out is that every time fetal heart tones were checked, they were awesome – Luisa tolerated labor so well – IF I had been in a hospital (like I would have been “allowed” to VBAC) I’m sure they would have found some kind of problem with how she handled the contractions. It’s been one month since the birth and Luisa is doing great.
Now that she's six weeks old, I finally feel ready to rehash it all! It seems like so long ago ...
Carmen Maisy DeVito
September 26, 2003
9 pounds 3 ounces
23 inches long
Carmen was due on September 16 and my doctors would not let me go more than 10 days over. So we arrived at the hospital at 5:00 PM on Septmeber 25. I had called L&D 30 minutes prior to our arrival and was told to come on in ... there's plenty of room. But when we arrived they told us that ALL of the rooms had been taken in the last 30 minutes. But don't fret! It would only be another 20 minutes until one opened up. Well, TWO AND A HALF HOURS later I was in tears after sitting in a hard waiting room chair for that long. I finally went up to the nurses' station where they told me they had no idea how much longer it would be. At that point I fell apart and was really crying. Amazingly enough, a room opened up about two minutes later.
8:30 PM - My doctor arrives and informs me that another doctor in the practice has my files. So they have no medical information on me. She proceeds to ask me every question under the sun for about 30 minutes. I am nervous at this point.
9:00 PM - The doctor checks my cervix, which was not dilated at all 2 days earlier. She says I'm 2 cm dilated! On the monitor I'm having contractions every 5 minutes but can't feel them! The only limiting factor is that the baby was still positioned very, VERY high. But I was confident I was going to have a quick, easy labor after hearing these details.
9:15 PM - A foley bulb is inserted to manually dilate my cervix. Contractions begin immediately and really aren't that bad. I even manage to get some sleep.
7:00 AM - Cervix has dilated to a whopping 3 cm. I am not in a good labor pattern. Baby is still very, VERY high. My doctor breaks my water and hopes things get going soon. The nurse lets me shower before they start pitocin.
8:00 AM - Pitocin starts.
8:05 AM - Contractions start getting much stronger and closer together.
10:00 AM - Pitocin is cranked up. Contractions are 4 minutes apart and VERY strong. I keep looking at the monitor and every one appears very jagged and at the maximum level. They are lasting about 1 minute each.
12:00 - 6:00 PM - Pitocin is continually increased. My contractions are becoming unbearable. I get 2 doses of Stadol that last about 5 minutes each and really do nothing for the pain. My doctor won't allow an epidural because she thinks it will stop the baby from coming down. Baby still has not budged. My doctor is starting to look concerned when she checks the baby's position.
7:00 PM - I am screaming because the contractions are so bad. They are one minute apart and as one ends, another begins. Baby's HR starts to drop with each contraction. The nurse gets excited and says she's going to check the baby's position because it looks like I'm in transition. No, the baby is still as high as when we arrived last evening. I'm only dilated 5 cm. My doctor checks me and says I can have an epidural. I think at that point she knew there was no way in hell Carmen was coming out naturally.
7:15 - I get the epidural and I am in heaven!!!!
8:00 PM - Baby's HR continues to drop with each contraction. They are still 1-2 minutes apart. The nurse comes in to check my BP and temp. My BP was 85/35. The doctor told her to check it again because it couldn't be right. The second time it was even lower, so they immediately gave me something to bring my BP up. Then my temp was checked and it was 103. My doctor checked the baby's position one more time and told me it was time to have a baby the other way (c-section). She said she was pretty sure the baby was big and was not coming out of me.
9:40 PM - Carmen Maisy DeVito is delivered via c-section. It was very scary for me since I had never had any type of surgery or even been to the hospital for anything in my life. But I would do all of it again to have her delivered safe and sound.
Thanks for listening!
Kelly and DH Brandon
Carmen Maisy arrived 9/26/03!
The new influx of birth stories has inspired me to post mine. And I swear pictures are coming, I just need a few minutes to get it together.
OK, here it goes.
Sunday, 9/7/03 was a beautiful early fall day here in New England. DH and I went to a local apple orchard to get some apples and cider donuts (yum). On the drive home I started to feel kind of crampy, but not really contractions that I could time. They subsided in the evening and we went to bed.
Mondya, 9/8/03 I went to work as usual, with no cramping at all. That afternoon I had a dr's appointment. When she examined me I was 2cm and 70% effaced. As I was leaving the office I started to feel the cramping again. I knew labor was on its way! DH and I went out to dinner and I went to the grocery store to get provisions for the hospital. I was really contracting, but still crampy. In the evening the craminess subsided again. I woke up at 12:30 with more crampiness. It still had no pattern.
Tuesday, 9/9/03 2:30 am I got up to pee and as I was on the toilet I heard a "pop," which I assumed was my water breaking. Now I felt regular contactions and they were really close together. By 3:30am they were 4 minutes apart. DH was shocked, "They can't be that close together yet!!" Oh yes, dear, they can. So we called to dr and got in the car to go to the hospital. We arrived around 4:00 am. I got changed into by comfy t-shirt and labored away. The pain really wasn't that bad, the worst part was throwing up at one point - yuck. I used my lamaze breathing and lots of warm blankets on my back to get through the contractions. The doctor came in around 7am and said I was about 7.5 centimeters. She felt things were going well and suggested I not take any meds if I didn't want to. I wanted as natural a birth as possible, so I did not get meds. An hour later I was dialated to 9.75 centimeters, and by 8:30 I was 10 cm. The nurse who was with us was all excited and told me to start pushing. Unfortunately I had no urge to push yet. So for about an hour and a half I was pushing with no urge. It was awful. I dreaded every contraction. By the time I did feel the urge I was exhausted. DH was great cheering me on for every push. The nurse set up a mirror so I could see Alex's head as he came down which was helpful. At 11ish he was ready to pop out. The doctor came in just as he was coming out. Come to find out, the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, which was unexpected. She rushed DH to cut the cord and Alex was fine. He was a beautiful 6 lb. 14 oz, 19 inches long baby!!
So that is it -- it was pretty straightforward, thank goodness. People laugh when I tell them I was grocery shopping while in labor -- it was a good way to pass the time I think
Bethany Paige's birth story.
5am Monday, Sept 29th. I woke up to a gush of fluid coming out, so I ran to the bathroom to see what it was. I figured I had wet myself a little so I went back to bed. I woke up again at 7 to more fluid. I figured my water had broken so I woke Matt up and packed my bag for the hospital. They checked me out and said it was not fluid, and to go home. At this point I was 4 cm dialated, and around 90% effaced. So, they stripped my membranes. I started having steady, painful contractions around 12:30 pm. I walked, walked, walked all day long. Around 6 pm the contractions seemed to fizzle out so I came home to get dinner. They picked up again around 7:30. At 9 pm when Matt got home from work we went to the hospital. The doctor asked me why I went home earlier that day, because I was already four centimeters. He thought I chose to go, he was surprised the doctor on call sent me. We waited an hour to be seen. I was still having contractions that were getting more painful, but I was still at 4. So, they decided to augment my labor with pitocin and breaking my water. The pitocin never got put in, because after they broke my water I went from 4-10 in two hours. The epi also never got in, apparently the spaces are too tight in my back, so I got a shot of stadol instead. I pushed for 5-10 minutes and she was born at 2:33 a.m. No episiotomy, and only a small superficial tear. The midwife commented on how my placenta was heart shaped, she has never seen that before. I researched it and apparently it is mostly seen in twins.