Congrats Cindy, can't wait to follow your journey
I am apologizing in advance for this being so long. I’m Cindy 28 (will be 29 on Saturday) and my DH, Dave, is 30. We have a DS, Brodie, who will be 2 on July 1st. I grew up in a small town (2,400 people) in eastern Montana and then crossed the state after High School to attend the University of Montana in Missoula. I was a big partier in High School and expanded my partying once I was in college. I still somehow managed to pass my classes so that was a good thing. I started working in the computer labs on campus my freshman year and spring semester I met Dave. I always enjoyed working with him (he’s also from Montana and knew that my High School’s mascot was the Dogies, this impressed me especially since most people didn’t even know where Forsyth was). When I was promoted my junior year I started spending even more time with him and after an invitation to his place for chicken fajitas (I can’t believe he use to cook because that skill seems to have been lost) we started dating. When I realized that I would get up 30 min early to stop by the office so I could talk with him I knew I was digging this guy. We fell in love fast and knew we’d marry each other after 6 months of being together. After dating for 1.5 years he proposed to me and a year later we were married on May 17th, 2002.
DH really mellowed me out partying wise, which was a good thing, so I blame him for being a good influence on me. We stayed in Missoula for 2 years then moved to Bozeman so he could open a computer business. I got a job on campus (Montana State University and UofM’s rival) for the insurance and have been here since. We weren’t in any hurry to have kids so we enjoyed 4 years of just us and doing a lot of travelling to concerts. The Gorge in George, WA was our main venue and I have a hard time remembering all the bands we’ve seen, I’m still sure there is no such thing as too many though.
After the 4 year mark we decided to TTC and I wanted to plan my pregnancy to hit during the summer so my mom (she’s a school teacher) could come up to help and I wanted to avoid being gone during fiscal year end at work. Our first month trying we got pregnant and I couldn’t believe it happened so fast. We told my family over Christmas and DH’s family over New Year’s. Everyone was excited though DH’s family moved into the guilt trips on me for not quitting my job, after several months of that I made DH have a chat with them. My pregnancy with Brodie started out fine, I had morning sickness for about 4 months then I finally started feeling better and gained back the weight I had lost the first trimester. I had issues with swollen feet and ankles, carpal tunnel, acid reflux, snoring, and my blood pressure ran high. I started this pregnancy with the plan that I’d get the epidural because everyone I knew had one and only had good things to say about them. My line of thinking was, you wouldn’t have surgery without pain relief so why have a baby without it? (I have a few responses to this line of thinking now). My best friend from high school had her son without an epidural and the comments from her DH really had me thinking about giving it a try. He said he was so proud of her and she was amazing and it did me a lot of good to hear that. We attended a Lamaze class and this was the turning point for me to not want an epidural. When the teacher covered the different pain relief options and their side effects I was shocked that a catheter may be necessary (of all the things to scare me right?). Dave gave me the look I was feeling and from that point on we decided to try it naturally. I lucked out with Dave being very supportive and telling me over and over that I would be fine and could do this. I also pulled from the fact that women have been doing this naturally for ages and that means I can do it also, I am a woman after all.
My BP continued to be high but I wasn’t spilling any protein but from the 8th month on I was going in weekly to keep an eye on the possibility of pre-e. At the 34 week mark with Brodie an ultrasound showed that my AF was low, about 7 and something inside my head told me this was going to be a problem. At my 36 week appointment (on my birthday of all days) the doctor I had been seeing was out on vacation but told me we’d want to check my fluid levels again. DH and I had a trip planned to go to Denver that coming weekend to see Pearl Jam and Tom Petty so I figured we better make sure all looks well. Dr. W first did an internal and I was 1 cm dilated and then we did an ultrasound. I could tell that my fluid level had dropped a lot from 2 weeks prior, I was measuring around 3-4. She then told me I was to be on bed rest until Saturday (July 1st) and then I’d be induced. I struggled with not breaking down right there. After the appointment I went to work to pick up the things I still needed to take care of and then sat in bed and worked from home through the rest of the week. My plan to avoid being gone during fiscal year end was shot in the water. We checked into L&D at 8:00 am and below is my birth story.
They first had us sit in the only L&D room that was open and I swear we waited for 45 min before they came in. I was 3-4 cm dilated before anything started so I think my body was getting ready to have B with or without the induction. I remember lots of questions and it seemed to take forever before they hooked me up to the Pitocin around 10:00 am and then there were more questions. We had 3 women with us, the main nurse, a nurse in training, and a student that was only there for observation. We had filled out a birth plan and I remember the nurses commenting on my pain medication request. I had stated that I wanted to see how I did without medication but that I may choose something if I can’t handle the pain. I think they found it humorous and I’m sure they figured I’d be asking for something sooner rather than later.
From 10:00 to noon I wasn’t feeling any sort of contractions at all and at one point the doctor came in to say she “wanted to see that smile off my face.” They continued to turn the Pitocin up and they broke my water a little after noon. My mom showed up around 10:30 and hung out in the room with us, she was great about staying out of the way and letting DH take care of me, she did help if it was asked. I initially didn’t plan for her to be in the room the whole time but I also didn’t care when it came down to it so she got to watch the show.
Around 1:30 I started to finally feel some contractions but they just felt like cramps during my period, I think the nurses were at least relieved I was starting to feel something. DH was timing my contractions so we could see progress and they did increase in pain but it wasn’t by a lot (I’d say they went from cramps to gas pains during this time). They kept monitoring the baby and me but I was allowed to break away from the machines to walk the hallway and to take a shower (it felt great on my lower back). This is one reason I was very thankful I didn’t have an epidural.
Around 3:15 the nurses suggested I take another walk (they kept telling me I had to have the baby by 5:00 since that was when they were off shift, I told them I’d do my best). DH and I just walked up and down the hallway for about 30 min and when I first started walking my contractions were occurring once at each end of the hallway but I was able to walk and breathe through them with no problem. By the end of our walk I had to stop for each contraction, happening now 3-4 times through the hallway. I had to bend over and breathe and once the pain was bringing tears to my eyes I figured it was time to go back to my L&D room.
I went to the bathroom one last time and then they checked my dilation, lucky me had both the head nurse and the nurse in training take my measurement. I was dilated to 7 cm so they said they would start to set things up. I was back on the bed and the contractions came on strong around 4:00. DH was helping me breathe through them but I was still doing the deep breaths and I started to feel light headed. The head nurse told me to start breathing in the “hee hee hoooo” fashion and that helped tremendously, I was finally getting enough oxygen. The pain was intense enough that I thought, I don’t know if I can handle this, but I also knew with how fast my body was moving that I didn’t have an option but to do it without drugs. I was amazed at how even though I’d never been through labor before I knew where my body was at.
I did notice in my haze of contractions that the nurses were starting to move a lot faster at getting things set up. I was really hot during this portion and ended up ripping the hospital gown off of me, good thing it had snaps on it. DH kept putting ice chips on my chest and face in between the contractions and he was also putting a wet cloth on me. I puked (what was in my stomach which was basically only liquid) during two contractions but since I had nothing to spit it into (nobody heard me when I said I puked) or onto I ended up swallowing it, that was lovely.
I could feel Brodie down in my hips and it was so hard to not push, I would even say it was painful to not push. In order to keep myself from pushing before I got the go ahead I had to move my hips during the contractions. The nurses said the doctor was delivering another baby and that if I could wait for her that’s fine otherwise they would deliver for me. I heard the woman that was delivering screaming/yelling, that’s not too helpful in that position. I kept from pushing for about 2 contractions then the doctor came running into the room and I started pushing. The nurses had to strip her down and get her into new garbs so she’d be ready for me.
During the contractions I remember the nurses and student being very helpful and supportive, telling me what to do to help with things and that I was doing a great job. They wanted me to look at DH during the contractions but it was hard because I’d look at him and wanted to cry, I’m not sure why. DH was also very supportive doing what I asked and telling me I was doing a great job. It was hard to hear because at times because I didn’t feel like I was doing a good job. The only thing I said during the contractions was Oww, and I felt I needed to say that so they knew I was in pain.
I think I pushed through about 5 contractions and then I felt the ring of fire and I wasn’t about to wait for another contraction so I kept pushing. This may have been why I had the 2nd degree tear. His head came out and she told me to stop pushing so she could do her thing then one more push got the rest of him out. The first thing the doctor said was, “He’s tiny” and all I saw was that he was a boy and I commented on his cone head then I laid back in the bed. She didn’t offer for DH to cut the cord because Brodie was so small and I didn’t realize there was a troop of people with the pediatrician in the room until they grabbed him. They put him in the room warmer and he started crying shortly after that. The pediatrician did bring him by me so I could see him and she said they were going to make sure everything was ok with him (he wasn’t breathing well), at this point DH left to go with Brodie. I didn’t notice this but his limbs were blue when he came out and there was a comment from both doctor’s that he had had the cord around his neck. He was born at 4:25 pm and was 4 lbs 11.5 oz.
The delivery of the placenta wasn’t painful but when it came out the doctor said it was small, scarred, and calcified. My placenta had failed causing the low AF and IUGR. My body was freezing and I couldn’t stop shaking so the nurses kept putting warmed blankets on me, it felt like forever before I was feeling normal again. I think being stitched up from my tear was almost the worst part. She said the tear was clean and how a cut would have been but the stitching hurt. It honestly felt like she was sticking a needled in my bum hole, which is pretty close to what she was doing. I was so happy when she was done.
I rested in the bed for awhile and I must have been out of it because things were kind of a blur. DH did come in with Brodie after about ½ hour (according to DH) and the pediatrician talked with me about his status. He was hooked up to an IV of glucose to help with the blue limbs, he did struggle at first with breathing but it was just transition issues and his lungs were fully developed and fine. Because my amniotic fluid was so low his left side had been squashed and the top of his left foot laid flat against his shin. She said this was nothing to worry about and to make sure he stretches his foot out and it will be normal before long. His left nostril was also a little smashed and the back part of his head was flat on that side.
When DH gave him to me it was so weird to think he was my child, I was a bit nervous and uncomfortable holding him but he was absolutely adorable and perfect, even with his squashed left side. I don’t remember how long I held him but they took him back to the nursery so I could get cleaned up.
The new nurse was a bit more doting than I wanted. She wanted to help me walk to the bathroom but I was feeling fine and told her I was ok on my own. The shower felt great and then she helped me into the huge bundle of pads and panties they made me put on, I waddled to my room there was so much crap packed around my crotch. The room was great, it had a double bed so DH could stay with me. The nursery called us when Brodie woke up and DH gave him his first bath while I video taped. He hated everything but having his hair rinsed under the faucet, he would always get quiet and still when we rinsed his hair. I then breast fed him and he did well with latching on. It was amazing at how small he was but also at how fast we got use to his size. The nurses called him peanut since he was so small but they also continually said how he thought he was a big boy because he didn’t act like he was under 5 pounds. He was so aware of everything from the beginning and we were truly blessed that he was fully developed and only skinny.
We were in the hospital for 5 days waiting for Brodie’s weight to maintain before they would release him. I healed quickly and felt wonderful so I was discharged after 3 days, they would have done it sooner if Brodie would have been ready to go home. They did allow me to room-in cost free so that was nice. My next struggle was with breast feeding. Initially I dealt with the LC from hell, she was so mean and had me crying. She told me that I would never produce enough if any milk because my breasts didn’t have veins on them. I kept at BFing and my milk came in after 2 days, this surprised her but she was still a b!tch. We would weigh Brodie before and after a feeding and he wasn’t getting enough from me so the other LC at the hospital worked with me. She had me take Fenugreek and use a Medela supplemental nursing system (basically a little tube comes down your nipple so the baby can stimulate the breast while getting formula) and then I would pump both breasts for 15 min after each feeding. I did this for 2.5 weeks with no increase at all in my milk production, it actually went down, at this point we just moved to formula in bottles. I cried so hard the last time I breast fed him, the feelings of failure and being so alone (my mom and Dave were very supportive but it seemed like everyone could BF except me) were horrible. I was so happy to see preg.org form a mourning breast feeding loss board for women that have experienced this.
Brodie 1 day old
The three of us watching the fireworks from the hospital
Wow, what a birth story with Brodie! It sounds like you did an amazing job in spite of having so many challenges come up.
Cindy - welcome to your lodge! Sounds like you were a real trooper during Brodie's birth. And yikes on the placenta!!!! Are you preparing for this birth differently, in terms of how to handle the contractions?
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Introduction to this pregnancy. I always wanted my kids to be about 2 years apart so I started temping this time and we were pregnant again on the first month of trying. My temping showed me as having an EDD of August 3rd . My doctor wanted to do an early ultrasound to get an idea of how far along I was in case we had problems with my placenta again and that showed me at July 24th, the same EDD Brodie had. This is the date I’m tentatively using though I tell everyone the end of July beginning of August. My 20 week u/s showed an EDD of July 31st so we really don’t know, I think August 3rd is the most accurate. I also had blood work done early on to try to figure out why my placenta failed since they couldn’t find a reason for it failing. My blood work came back negative for everything they tested for so at this point we have no idea if it could happen again or if it was just a onetime thing.
I feel great this pregnancy and am bigger than I was with Brodie so that’s promising. My morning sickness is still hanging on, it’s down to 1-2 times a week rather than daily and I’ve just accepted that it’s not going away for this pregnancy. I had issues with my sciatic nerve and have been seeing a chiropractor weekly for the last few months and that has helped a lot. Heart burn is kicking into high gear and the warm weather has my ankles and feet swelling a little bit but both are mild compared to my last birth. I’ve gained about 12 pounds this pregnancy but I have a lot of fluff so I haven’t been worried and the doctor hasn’t commented at all. I’m also taking Goat’s Rue to try to increase my breast tissue so I can hopefully breast feed this time around.
I am scheduled for an ultrasound tomorrow afternoon to check the baby’s size and my fluid levels. I then have my 36 week appointment on Friday afternoon and I’m expecting to have my GBS swab but I’m not sure if it will happen.
Dave was gone last night for a Reverend Horton Heat concert in Missoula so it will be nice to have him home tonight to help out. I was at least productive last night and hope to be tonight too. Somehow I managed to lose a bill though I have the envelope & info sheet on it, just not how much I owe. When I called today they said they don’t show I owe anything and wished me a good day. That sounds great but I know we owe them money, I guess I’ll just wait for another bill.
I'm not quite cranky enough to really get annoyed by people's comments but I can see it happening soon. When I see one woman at day care she always asks if I'm ready yet, and my answer is always the same, no! One guy at work asked me why I was still around and I told him because I haven't had the baby yet. I'll cut him a little slack since he's never gone through pregnancy with a woman before.
I'll post some pictures later, they're on the other computer.
Welcome to your lodge and I enjoyed reading your intro.
Last edited by kris_w; 09-21-2010 at 12:49 AM.
Wow, here already! I look forward to reading more. I've really enjoyed what you've written already!
Ericka~Mommy to David, Paul and Adam
Welcome, YAY! I can't wait to hear more from you Cindy!