Elizabeth! Welcome to your lodge! I'm so excited for you! I enjoyed reading your intro--your first pregnancy sounds like it was really rough, and then to get pregnant again so fast! wow.
I am very excited because I just went to my DH's work where the tech gave me a super-quick US to check for breech and - NO BREECH! Yay!! HypnoBabies full steam ahead! And no peeking for the OB tomorrow!!! I will meet my OB for the first time tomorrow. Her routine is to give all moms a 36-wk US to check for breech and baby weight. I have mentioned before that there is no way I want an estimate of baby weight. My last two have been big, and I don't want it hanging over my head. So i can politely refuse the US and also feel good about it.
Birth Story for DD2:
So I mentioned in my intro that we were interviewing for residency programs. Match Day was mid-March and she was due April 11th. We found out that we were going to be going to Des Moines, IA, and we would be leaving in June. We needed a place to live when we got there. We wanted to buy a small house, our first. The choice for us was to either have DH go without me and leave me home with two babies and buy something without my input (not ideal), go with the newborn after she was born (not ideal) or hurry quick and go to look at houses before she was born. Then we could leave DD1 (10 months old) with my parents, and just have a nice weekend the two of us, looking at houses and like a last-minute babymoon. It was a 6 hr drive for us. Since I had been induced with my first, I figured we were safe, plus the OB had checked me and there was no dilation.
The day before we left I said to DH "Should we take a baby carseat? Just in case?" And he replied, "If you think we should take the carseat, then we probably shouldn't go!" Of course, all of our planning with the realtor and figuring out what we wanted to see and accomplish, and given our other choices, we just went ahead with our plans. We drove there in the afternoon, had Subway for dinner, listened to Neil Diamond in the car (we both grew up listening to our parents' Neil Diamond records), and checked into the motel, ready to meet the realtor the next morning. We picked that particular motel because they had an old recliner they could put in our room, since I was only sleeping in a recliner by that point., I was 38 weeks.
At 7am I woke up to a HUGE GUSH!!!!!! Holy cow!!!!! Ummmm, honey???? My water just broke!!!! DH was in TOTAL DENIAL. It's funny looking back on it now. He totally thought I had wet myself. Of course, that could have happened, I guess. I got up and immediately went to the shower, where I continued leaking fluid. i was not having contractions, that I recall. I showered, and dressed, and I don't remember having any pads or anything. i remember using toilet paper all folded up in my underwear, which does NOT stay put, by the way. We walked down to the lobby to have some cereal, and every time I shifted I would leak more. We talked about our options. Should we cancel the realtor? Should we drive home? (6 hours) Should we just continue on with our day? Well, we were already this far, and I was not in any discomfort, so we decided to continue on with our plans.
The realtor was a woman, thank goodness. She met us at the motel, where we had to confess our situation. I sat on a blanket in her leather-seated Cadillac and she drove us to the drugstore so I could go in and get some pads and use the bathroom again. We commenced on our house-hunting. We saw several houses that I barely remember. I did have to use in the bathroom in one of them, which I felt bad about, and I started to have bloody show, if I remember right. And the contractions were beginning, but I wasn't timing yet. At one point we called my OB and told him where we were and what was going on. They didn't have much advice to give, and we told him that we were close to my DH's hospital for residency. I remember seeing the house we eventually purchased. Then timing the contractions. The realtor was so amazing! She was so patient and calm. As they contractions became more uncomfortable we called DH's new residency director, said we were there, and that his wife was in labor. He told us where to go, and there were people meeting us there. We got there, triaged, admitted, and from there it was a huge blur except for certain moments.
This is what I remember: (traumatic and not NCB inspiring...be warned)
I remember getting an epidural that was all on one side. I remember them saying they couldn't turn it up. I remember there being a LOT of people in the room. I remember the OB worrying about baby's decels on the monitor. i remember them putting in an internal monitor. And still being worried. I remember confusion, chaos, pain, anxiety, fear...the OB trying to get me to push in side-lying, which I had never heard of, and was very uncomfortable with, and I do NOT remember the moment of her birth. But I remember she had the cord around her neck once or twice.
It's sad to me that I don't remember her actually being born.
The placenta was not born well, the OB had to manually remove it (very painful) with several passes in there.
From there, it got better.
She was healthy, 7 lbs 7 oz, and cute as a button. Labor was about 9 hours from the time my water broke.
We named her after the Neil Diamond song we had sung the night before.
She was nursing wonderfully. I had read all the nursing books I could get my hands on during that pg, determined not to "fail" again. (I wanted to nurse more than anything).
And the people from his residency program were the kindest, most generous people. Since I had soaked my own clothing, i was lent clothing, nursing bras, everything, to wear home. Someone lent us an infant carseat, baby clothes, blankets, and everything we needed.
The day after she was born the realtor brought the house-buying papers to the hospital to sign while she held the baby.
We left the hospital the day after that with a new baby girl. It took us 12 hours to get home. Stopping to nurse, stopping for me to walk around, etc. The nurse suggested that we take formula with us, and I refused it. We were going to do this!!! When we arrived home to my parent's house, it was about 11pm and the power was out. We spent the night, gathered our baby girls, newborn and 10 1/2months, and went home sweet home.
Our first dd had jaundice that became quite high, and was admitted for phototherapy. Our 2nd dd had jaundice, also, but was able to be treated at home with a bili-blanket. The adjustment was a little rough, to caring for two little ones like that. i remember holding them both and all of us crying. But there were many wonderful things, also. Nursing was very painful, but I did not give up. When she was 3 months old we moved to our house in Iowa, away from my parents, so we had to really get good at fending for ourselves, with DH in residency working 80-100 hrs every week. She ended up nursing for 13 months. Which was the very month I became pg again.
I will write about that one later!
Welcome to our lodge! I am loving reading your birth stories so far & can't wait to follow your journey.
Thanks to all of you who are reading my crazy posts. It feels wonderful to share.
Tomorrow morning I meet my OB...and I would assume also have the GBS swab. Ew, but I guess it's important. The good thing is like I said, no US. Hopefully she will be in the office and not at the hospital, but if someone else is having her baby, that's the way it goes.
So, I was mentioning that I was pg when dd2 stopped nursing. I was thinking about timing, and I must have become pg when she was 12 months old, not 13 months old. That was honestly not a pg I was ready for but did not try to prevent. In a different way from the 2nd pg. The 2nd pg was a complete surprise to both of us. The 3rd pg was that my DH didn't think we ought to be preventing and I eventually agreed. And it didn't take much trying.
When dd2 was 13 months DH and I decided to take a little trip and leave the girls with my parents. We went to some history sites in NY and OH, as well as Niagara Falls. We had driven from IA, dropped off the girls in WI, and kept going, with a tearful goodbye from me to my girls. I had to call about 2 or 3 times a day to talk to them. We didn't know I was pg yet. But...I had cravings for spicy pizza, buffalo wings (NY is a good place to get those!) and other spicy things I normally do not want. And I didn't want any sugar. It was a really great trip. Not too many days long, but we had a great time together.
On the way home, actually, about 30 minutes from arriving back at my parents, we had to stop at a gas station so I could use the bathroom. I was really sick! It was shortly after we returned home from IA that we realized I was pg again.!! This pg was not as bad from a m/s standpoint, although I had it, certain foods would really help, like ham sandwiches. Strange.
The trial of that pg was that about halfway through I developed a stabbing pain in my left side. When it happened, I was down for the count. Sometimes it would last a few hours, and sometimes longer. Eventually, the pain was causing me to throw up. We went to the hospital and received terrible care. They assumed it was a kidney stone. Did a straight cath. (not fun). It was clean. Sent me home anyways, without a doctor even looking at me or talking to me. Eventually they gave me pain meds. And eventually they did as US and found some weird mass there. The ob said it wasn't attached to any reproductive parts and the gen. surgeon said he didn't want to do anything about it since I was pg. So they did a biopsy and it wasn't cancer, so they decided to just leave it alone till I had the baby. So this terrible pain was my companion the rest of the pg.
This was also a pg where I had lots and lots of cxns starting at, oh, maybe 35 wks or so, which I had never experienced before. Plus I knew from the OB that I was dilated to 3-4 cm from about 36 wks. So this, combined with the comments from the OB of "This is your 3rd baby...don't wait too long to come in or you'll have the baby in the parking garage!" caused me to go into the hospital 2 or 3 times thinking I was in labor before I actually was.
Finally, the due date rolled around and my mom came to stay with us. DH & I went out for dessert one night, and that night I woke up with the real cxns at about midnight or 1 am. I didn't want to wake DH or my mom up yet, so I just stayed awake, timing, and trying to doze. About 4 am, I woke him up, took a shower, and we got ready to go. We left about 5 am in a snowstorm.
Things weren't as chaotic at the hospital for me, but I had never met the on-call OB. I had still not begun my NCB quest, so this story has all that other stuff in it. Basically, I got another epidural...which did nothing at all for relief. I was sooooo not prepared for that...again....I also remember telling the nurses I would have the baby before the breakfast buffet was closed! i was hungry! At one point, the nurses left the room and my DH left also to go get himself some breakfast....I was alone...and in transition!!! I knew I was because of the intensity and the nausea. I pushed the call button and it took a few minutes for a nurse to come back, and she checked me and I was at 10. This is the point that I realized that my body moves FAST from 6cm to 10 cm. That pushing was very intense and difficult, and I remember wanting soooo badly to swear!!! (Ok, you can laugh, but I don't swear - ever!) I don't think I did, but I wanted to! I just had no coping mechanisms like bradley or Hypnobabies or anything to help me push and manage the intensity. They gave me something in my IV, which I can't remember at this point, which was right before she was born. I do remember being amazed that I pushed her out, after asking them to pull her out (crazy mom) and of course they wouldn't.
I also used the moments after she was born to campaign for my preferred name...DH said ok, what else was he going to say after watching me give birth??? That OB also had to check for leftover placenta.
Then...the scary part for me is that I had my one and only panic attack. While baby was on the warmer and everyone was over there, and nobody was watching me, I had the sudden feeling that I was not breathing, and that I was dying. It was like nothing I can describe, and I suppose you know what I was feeling if you have ever had a panic attack. I blame it on the trauma and the medication they put in my IV. Which I will never take again. Somehow I got the nurses' attention, or maybe DH, and was motioning and I guess I was talking too, but explained that I felt like I wasn't breathing and insisted that they listen to my chest to see if I was breathing, and when the nurse used the baby stethoscope I insisted that she go find an adult-sized one. I was really freaking. But I was actually fine. I was breathing. That's why I could talk. It was very strange. I eventually calmed down. The rest of the hospital stay was non-eventful and dd3 did not have jaundice (yay). It was very cute when my mom brought our other dtrs to meet their new sister.
It was this last experience that led me to the conclusion that IF I was ever going to have another baby (at that point i felt very very done!) that I was going to prepare differently and learn more about birth.
You ladies who "get it" from the start are so smart! i am a slow learner!!!