Congratulations, Nancy!!! So excited for you. Welcome, baby Ted.
Horray Nancy!!!! Can't wait to hear more!!
I've been putting this off because I haven't really known where to start with it. I feel like Ted's birth story really starts around 35 weeks. I went in for my regular prenatal apt with the midwife. I felt good, and I had a good apt. During the apt, we talked about the size of Evan (11 lbs) at birth, and the midwife asked me about EPO and RRL and if I was taking them. I had just started the EPO orally that week (knowing I usually deliver before 40 weeks) although I was taking a very low dose at that point. While we were chatting, she suggested that it might be a good idea to strip my membranes at 37 weeks if the baby was in a good position and see what happens. Evan was a very fast birth, in addition to being big. I said I'd think about it, and we made an apt for 37 weeks.
I continued to have my normal regular contractions for the next 2 weeks, but overall felt good. When I went in for my 37 week apt, I saw a different midwife. I had never seen her before, and she was quite a bit more concerned about the idea of my having a big baby than any of the others I'd seen previously. We talked about plans, and baby size, and such, and then she checked him to see where he was at. While palpating, we discovered that in the past couple of days, he had shifted into an asymetrical lie. His head which until then had been on the cervix, was now over my right hip. We talked some more about fetal positioning and spinning babies, and I headed home to see if I couldn't get him to move back over again.
I spent the rest of the week, seeing my chiropractor to be sure that it wasn't an alignment problem in me moving him into a funny position, and doing exercises from spinning babies to get him to hopefully shift those 3" over that he needed to be. I continued to contract, and never knew if I was going to go into labor or what.
By the end of the week, I was irritable, and discouraged. It seemed to me that everyone was so concerned about the size of my baby, that NO one would let me just enjoy being pg for however many days I had left. Friday night, we called a babysitter at the last minute, and went and enjoyed 1 last date before the baby came. Afterwards, I broke down in tears to dh because of how I'd been feeling the past several days. I just wanted to enjoy the time I had left being pg, and not have everyone commenting about how big baby was going to be, and when are they going to induce you, and is this one going to be 12lbs, etc. What business was it of anyone else? He just held me, and told me that it didn't matter what anyone else said/did. That I needed to just ignore them and enjoy it for however long, and remember that I wasn't even 38 weeks yet.
Saturday I did my best to ignore everyone we came into contact with, and the things that they said. We spent the day doing stuff as a family, and in general enjoying one anothers company. Then on Sunday, we did the same. Sunday night rolled around, and I told dh that I'd made a decision. That I would just be pg forever and that way it wouldn't matter how big baby got because he wasn't ever coming out. Then he gave me a foot massage and painted my toenails red, and just in general pampered me after the kids went to bed.
Around 3 am, I woke up needing to go to the bathroom. Didn't think anything of it since I'd been waking up several times to go. Got up, went and noticed that I had some bloody show going on. Went back to bed, after all, I'd done bloody show with no labor before. Slept off and on for the next 3 hours while I cramped/contracted. Then got up around 6 and was uncomfortable, so I hopped into the shower for a bit. When I got out, dh was awake, but still in bed. He commented about the shower, and I agreed with him that staying home from work would be a good idea that morning. At that point, I wasn't really sure I was in labor, but I knew things were progressing in my body. The only question was if they would continue to progress or not.
We got the kids up and ready for school, dropped the older ones off at school, and called my friend about the younger 2. We dropped them off at her house, and then headed to my chiropractor apt. At that point, the contractions had really almost disappeared, but I still felt like something was happening. After my apt, we drove down to Balboa park. My birth center is near there, and we figured it would be good to head in to get checked at some point. First though, we wandered around for 2 hours. We just walked and talked, and enjoyed some of the free things to do at the park. Finally, my contractions had settled back into more of a pattern again. At any rate.. they were coming every 3-10 min, lol. Although I had no problems walking/talking through them. We headed over to the birth center, and I talked to the receptionist. I told her I thought I may be in labor and wanted to get checked to see where things stood. She put me in a room (same room I had Evan in) to wait for the midwife on call to get there. About 30 min later, the midwife got there, and we chatted for awhile, then she checked the baby's position and checked me. I was at 5 cm, and 50% effaced. We chatted about what that meant as a 5th time mother (absolutely nothing, lol) and she suggested we go and find some lunch and come back by afterwards to get checked again. She also requested that we didn't go further than about 15 min away from the birth center (this eliminated the idea of going home...) Just in case I was really in labor, because when my water broke, I'd probably go really fast.
We headed up the street a few blocks away to where there are several eatery places. I got a Jamba juice (hadn't really been hungry much all day.. one of my typical "you're in labor" signs) and dh got a sub sandwich. We walked around some more, popped into a bookstore and browsed for awhile, and after 2 hours decided we should go back and I could get checked again, and then we'd head home to pick up the other kids. The contractions had pretty much died down again, only coming about every 10 min or so.
We headed back to the birth center, and the midwife checked me again. Lo and behold, even though they were 10 min apart, I was dilated to a 7. Since I didn't feel much like I was in labor, after all the contractions had pretty much died down, she gave us the option again of leaving and walking around some more. Or since I'd been up off and on since 3 she offered to let us stay in the room and I could rest for the next hour and we would reevaluate again when she was done with patients at 5. We chose to stay and rest, because I was tired at that point. So I laid down on the bed, and she left to see patients.
Within 20 min of laying down, I hit transition. I began having contractions every 3 min that were lasting 1-2 min. So I told dh that he should let them know I was in transition. He just kinda ignored me, lol, and said, she's going to be back in x amt of time anyhow. When the midwife came back, she asked how I was. I told her I was in transition and that we would indeed be having a baby in the next couple of hours. She looked me over, said "I believe you, you don't look like you're in transition, but I think you know what you're talking about" and then asked to check me again. I agreed, and she checked me between contractions and declared, that I was indeed at 9 cm, and I should probably be officially admitted to the birth center. She then began running water in the tub, and left to make a couple of phone calls. I laid there for awhile longer, and then headed to the bathroom. While in there another contraction hit, and I decided since the tub was full, I should be in it, and climbed in.
At this point, my water still hadn't broken. I was still waiting for my water to break as I hadn't ever gone this long without it breaking before. I spent the next hour and a half in the tub, during which my water finally broke. I was fully dilated, but I still had an anterior lip that needed to go away. I fought the urge to push, while we waited for the lip to disappear. Finally, I couldn't fight it any longer, and I began to push with each contraction. I continually changed positions, trying to get the baby's head to help get rid of the lip. In the meantime, ds was posterior and we were also trying to get him to rotate around.
Finally, the water started to not feel so nice anymore, and I asked to get out of the tub. I wanted to lie down on my side on the bed, and continue to push there. I got out of the tub, and made it about 2 steps and had to stop. I had to sit, and had to sit immediately, so the midwife grabbed the birthing stool and I sat on it in the doorway of the bathroom. I had dh squeezing my hips from behind and I was not going anywhere. I continued to push right there in the doorway, and after about 5-10 more min pushing, ds came out. He did like the others have done, and flipped around in the birth canal from posterior to anterior. When he came out, he had his hand up by his mouth, and the midwife had to hold his arm down while the rest of him came out. He was born at 7:36 pm, on Feb 1, 2010. His apgars were 7 and 8, and he was very wet sounding.
He was a bit on the blue side as well, and wouldn't make any noise, so they quickly cut his cord (only one dh hasn't gotten to cut) and went to work on him. After awhile, they brought him back over to me, and I got to hold him for awhile. Then back he went for another round of suctioning and a little oxygen to help him breathe better. Then back to dh he went while I was getting stitched up. I had a slight 2nd degree tear, and that was it.
We finally weighed/measured him 2 hours after he was born. He weighed in at 9lbs 4oz, and 22" long, with a head circumference of 14.5". He's perfect, though a bit mixed up with his days/nights. He loves to be held, and is nursing like a champ. And I am thoroughly enjoying the cuddly newborn baby stage
dh ~ Jacob
dd ~ Ruth(11), ds ~ Jotham(9), ds ~ Caleb(7), ds ~ Evan (4), ds~ Ted (2)
dh ~ Jacob
dd ~ Ruth(11), ds ~ Jotham(9), ds ~ Caleb(7), ds ~ Evan (4), ds~ Ted (2)
What a great story! Congrats on your little guy and fantastic birth!
Now I'm craving a Jamba Juice. I don't know of any place that sells good smoothies here...maybe I'll have to make one.
I loved your birth story. Congratulations on a beautiful birth!
Congrats Nancy!! I really enjoyed your birth story!!
Congrats on a wonderful birth! WTTW Ted!
Mara & Joel, 2009