That is funny about the student doctor seeming so uncomfortable. I imagine that the first few times a man had to put his hand up another man's pregnant wive's/SO's vagina, he'd feel a little strange about it.
Sorry that baby Daniel isn't moving as much as they like to see. I have heard that they tend to move less once they are engaged. The thing about your OB deciding to go witn your earlier EDD bothers me, too. I hope you go into labor on your own before the scheduled induction.
Thanks Brittany, I appreciate it. It did throw me for a bit of a loop.
Had another appt on Wed, and I was able to talk to him a bit more about the induction. He agreed to post-poning it until next week's Friday, which puts me past both due dates. (Woot!) He wasn't particularly happy about how my last induction went and wants to be there for it this time around, and as timing has it he's not on call again after Monday until Friday.
I'm now 100% effaced, still at a 2, but he thinks I'm "very ready" and Daniel is still right up against my cervix, so hopefully things should get going soon. He had some trouble getting his heartrate, kept dipping in and out, and I wasn't feeling him moving out of the way so I was sent over to have an NST.
Everything turned out fine - I felt a few pretty uncomfortable contractions while I was there, and then Daniel turned so he was kicking me in the front again, everything seemed to calm down after that and I was allowed to go home.
We had to put one of our kitties down on Tuesday night, so while I welcome having this baby on my own, I'm hoping for it to be in a couple more days so I can get out of this funk and not still be dwelling on that 24/7.
I forgot to pick up my paperwork at the end of my appt on Wed, so they mailed it out to me. I found an interesting little tidbit that I don't recall my OB telling me...
I'm at -2! The week prior was a -4! Woo hoo! :D
I had an induction with Patrick, and there were good points, and bad. Here's what I recall:
I was already passed the 41 week mark, so his health was a concern. I was on daily NSTs, and came into the hospital on Sunday just for the NST, because they have a usual no-weekend induction policy. The monitor showed I was already contracting every 5-6 minutes, so when they came in they asked me "feel like having a baby today?"
I remember being excited at that point, they gave me cervidel - to "help move things along", monitored me for a couple of hours then let me go home to labour in peace.
We went in that night, my contractions had become fairly strong and painful at that point, but I had only softened and barely dilated to a 1.5 - so they sent me home.
Came back the next morning to have the first dose removed, and what I thought would be a simple second dose/release. We'd planned to go out for one last restaurant meal afterward. My OB was, at that point, on-call and wanted to check on me himself. Which turned into waiting until 1 or 2 in the afternoon. I'd been on the monitor, and had a few dips in Patrick's heartrate after ctx. So my OB decided to break my water and admit me - meconium came out.
At that point the pitocin was started and I was kept on the monitor. No food, no water, in case of an emergency c/s. So at this point I hadn't eaten since prior to coming in the previous night - little hungry!
By midnight I seriously wanted the epi - but I was only at 4cm. The charge nurse took pity on me and told them to do it anyway (hospital policy is 5 or more) - the nurse said he'd be in around 30 minutes later. She came back about 45, thinking it'd have fully kicked in by then - and I had to relay the message, from a different nurse, that he'd decided to go do something else first. She said she'd "be right back" - and not 5 minutes later she was escorting the doctor in herself. He was obviously not thrilled about it.
It took him 14 tries before the nurse called for the chief anesthesiologist - he wasn't supposed to try more than 5-6 times before asking for assistance. Whoops! Then he *blamed* me! "She's obviously doing something wrong." I specifically remember those words out of his lips. What the hell was I supposed to be doing to help, besides bend over as much as possible?
At that point he was made into a little schoolboy again. LOL The chief tried 3 times, re-examined my spine, and discovered my previous accident had made it so he was scraping bone trying to get it in. He offered a break, and at that point I told him "its only going to hurt more until you get it in!" :lol: It took a few more tries, I can't honestly say how many, but it did go in sometime around 2am. Sweet peace and relief! I slept for 2 whole hours, the first in 2 days.
Then the nurse came to check on me and suddenly I had, had, had to go to the bathroom. The epi had worked only on my belly - everything past the pubic bone was still full feeling, including use of my legs. She checked me, said there was certainly a lot more show - I was at a 7.
Not 15 minutes later I was very, very clear that my body wanted to push. She checked again, I was at a 9. "Don't push."
Stupidest words to tell a pregnant woman, ever.
I tried, kept literally saying "no pushing, no pushing", backed up on the bed instinctually, did everything possible. 5 almost "whoops" later she checked again - 9 1/2. She offered to try moving the last bit out of the way, and give me a test push. I pushed his head to just about crowning.
She looked decidedly alarmed at my husband and told him - "you see that button above her head? Push that for me, would you?" He did, and another nurse ran in.
"Get the resident, nicu, and everyone else - NOW. Amanda, don't push again."
Did I mention that's really stupid to say to a labouring woman?
I did manage to hold off for the nicu to arrive - meconium automatically means at least 3 people from nicu for delivery. I ended up with my husband, and 7 other doctors/residents/nurses in my room. DS was born at 4:34 am, 7lbs 10oz, 23 inches. I remember screaming, feeling him flip forward and out - the cord around his neck twice, stained yellow, and didn't make a sound. Nicu took him and he cried a minute later, somewhere in that minute I pushed out the placenta and tried not to pass out from exhaustion. I mumbled asking if he was okay, then they brought him over. I was too tired to hold him, so I told them to give him to DH.
It gets a bit hazy, I know I was stitched, Nicu took Patrick for an eval, asked to go to the bathroom. They'd brought a wheelchair for me, but I just got up, and walked, went pee. They were surprised, given the epi. Being told not to flush so that people can stare into your toilet is *creepy*. Having 3 people standing in the bathroom waiting while you do so, also creepy! Especially when one comments on your peeing status being a "race horse".
DH had gone with Patrick to NICU - they'd assumed jaundice by his colour, but after a good scrub he turned pink-ish. The meconium had literally stained his skin he was in it long enough. He, and Patrick met up with me in the post-partum care unit. I was already asleep. DH was taught how to do his baths and care for the stump, and all that fun stuff. Mom and Dad (ILs) showed up 10 minutes after James, so it was a decent time as any to wake up.
We were given the paperwork for his birth, spent a few minutes together, then DH, Mom and Dad were asked to leave because technically visiting hours were only after 9, and it was 6:30ish. They could have stayed had we not been in the overflow section with 5 other newly post-partum mommies and their babies. Everyone needed their rest.
P and I were moved to our own room about an hour after that and we settled in for the night.
There were a lot of things about your first birth story that reminded me of mine. Patrick came out FAST!--I felt pressure that made me know I was needing to push, but I pushed with coaching for just under an hour after reaching full dilation. You may have to warn your nurse this time that she might have to catch your baby.
I hope you're able to get a much better - on your own - story this time around, hun.
Part of the reason for the meconium was his soy intolerance, I'm sure of it. Obviously I couldn't know about it before he was born, so I was eating it regularly - but part of the effects for him is the.... *ahem* runs, even now. He was a poopy boy from day 1.
I was scheduled to be on call for my induction today, never did, so I guess the hospital stayed pretty busy today. Tomorrow starts my daily NSTs, and I have an 8:30 appt with my OB. Not really sure why, since I stay on the list for induction and he told me he won't bother with the cervidel.
So, onto February! Unless this little munch munch makes a surprise visit this weekend, but I won't hold my breath...
From Amanda's birth buddy: "Daniel Blair was born at 1:11am January 31st - 9lbs 6oz - 52cm, very complicated story. Lots of pain sorry for briefness - nursing going great"
Congratulations Amanda and WTTW baby Daniel!
Congratulations! WTTW Daniel!
Aww, he wanted to be a January baby after all! Hope you heal well Amanda! Can't wait to hear more about it.