Now for my birth story!
I was 39 weeks preg and some of you may remember me asking " Is this the real thing" well it sure was!!!
It was Sunday night and we went to bed at 10.30. I woke at 12.45 for the usual trip to the toilet. When I stood up I felt this slimy gooey stuff running down my legs. I raced to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Only to have it happen again on the way back to bed and in bed. 10 minutes after this I got a pain or cramp really low in my tummy. I thought it was just BH or a cramp. It happened every two minutes but wasn't painfull just uncomfortable and annoying stopping me from being able to get back to sleep. My next trip to the toilet and I saw a 'show' or my plug, not sure which. The cramps were no worse but I couldn't sit still, kept having to stand or walk during them. I rang the hospital and they said to come in. We woke DD up and took her to our friends place on the next street over at 6.15. Arrived at the hospital at 6.30. By then I was needing some pain relief. It seemed to be ages before they came and examined me but I was 3 - 4 cms already. I was happy and proud of myself for staying at home so long. I was given the gas which I though was fabulous even if it did make me incredibly light headed at times. By 11 am the pain was worse and I asked for a shot of pethedine. Gosh that helped. I was by now 5 -6 cms. At 2 pm I was still 5 cms and after an internal it was realised that the baby was in the wrong position with her head. I was having strong contractions but she just wouldn't move into the right position. I was about to ask for an epi but my doc gave me the choice of having a C section or going on with a drip to see if it would speed things up and help her get positioned. I opted for the C section. It was 15 hrs after the first pains started and I just wanted it over. DH came with me. They gave me a spinal block (fantastic) although I thought I'd die waiting to get it and having 10 mins of contractions without the gas. All went well and at 3.39 pm miss Olivia Grace Harris entered the world. Olivia weighed 7lb 13ozs and was 20 inches or 51cms long. I was so proud and excited to finally meet her. We are so in love and obsessed with her already. She has settled in well at home and sleeps 4 - 5 hrs at a time. She looks very much like DH and DD. I am recovering well and came home after 4 days. I'm still very tender in the lower tummy but I have felt much better way quicker than I did after the 1st C section with DD.I just love being a mum and my girls really complete me! I really love watching DH with them, makes my heart melt!!!
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On Thursday the 3rd, I went home from work early as I was feeling extremely "weird." Got home and was relaxing on the birthing ball and watching TV, and I started to see spots, my vision got really bad and I got hot & sweaty. I took my blood pressure and it was really high 3 different times within a 20 min period. I called DH and told him to head home from work, and called the doc's office and they asked me to come in. My blood pressure was elevated at the doc's office so they sent me to the hospital (I was 39 weeks) and told me they were going to run some tests. My blood pressure was perfectly normal at the hospital, but they ended up admitting me and inducing me anyway. All the bloodwork they ran was fine, and I had only a trace of protein in my urine - I think it was more a case of the doctor wanting to "CYA" rather than an issue with risk to me - I could have very easily been sent home to be on bedrest with monitoring of my BP at home.
Since my cervix was still pretty long, I agreed to Cervadil which they put in at 5 p.m. Thursday. They checked me at 5 a.m. Friday and I was fully effaced but still only dilated to 1. They started pitocin at about 7 a.m. and they made me have continuous monitoring. I was able to get out of the bed some, though, which was OK. The contractions never really got awful, and at 9 a.m. they broke my water to see if things would progress any better. By mid-afternoon I had only progressed to 3 cm, and by 7 p.m. never went any past 3. According to the doc, the baby's head was starting to mold which concerned her a bit, as she was still high. At that point, I finally agreed to the c-section simply because I was concerned about the stress that the interventions were having on Ashlyn. According to the doc, baby was "crooked" and probably would not have moved around enough to fully engage in the birth canal anyway. I feel that if I had been sent home instead of being admitted, she would have ended up moving herself around naturally. Ashlyn was born at 10:26 p.m. on Friday, August 4th.
The section went OK, although when they were stitching me up I had "referred pain" (like phantom pain) in my right shoulder & under my breast, and it was so bad they had to give me a small dose of Ketamine. It knocked me out briefly and I awoke when they were getting ready to take us back to the L&D room to recover. They did try to follow my birth plan as much as possible with regard to the section - Ashlyn stayed with us the whole time, and when she went to the nursery to have her bath & hearing tests, DH was with her the whole time.
John Noah's Birth Story:
We were at the hospital at 7AM to be induced on August 2, 2006. By 8:30AM we were all hooked up to the machines and ready to go. 3cm dilated and 70% effaced. Same that I was at my appointment 6 days before. Requested and started getting my epidural at 9:15AM. I wasn't really feeling the contractions yet, but when I went in and they first hooked me up I was already having them. So I just wanted to be prepared in case they came fast and strong. It took the guy forever to get it in! 3 tries to be exact and about 30 mins. It was so painful! It felt like he was stabbing me in my spine with a knife. It was so hard getting through it. Especially with me sobbing! When they checked me at 11:15 I was closer to 4cm dilated. So the doctor decided he'd break my water to try to move things along. Get this, He COULD NOT find my water to break it. He tried for about 20 mins with no luck. And since it was hurting me so bad I asked him to stop. He said that he thought it was stuck behind the baby. By this time my contractions were picking up and I was really feeling them. So I asked that my epidural be increased. About 11:45 my water broke on it's own. My husband went out into the hall to tell the nurses. My doctor and the nurse came back into the room and checked me about 12:30. I was 5cm and 100% effaced. My doctor let me know that he had to run and do a surgery, that he should be back in 3 hours. By 12:45 my pain was so intense! And they had already tried upping the dose of my epidural 3 times. The nurse thought my bladder might be full and that's why I was hurting so bad. She emptied it and then checked me. I was 9cm already and still in ALOT of pain at 1:30! I started pushing at 2PM. With the epidural barley working at all. It hurt so bad! I was so tired and could barley push anymore. So by 3pm, they called a doctor since mine was not back yet. He was the doctor that I saw when mine was on vacation, so I didn't mind at all. John Noah barley moved down after me pushing for so long already, so they decided to hook the vacuum up to him to suck him out. It was extremely painful, but after almost an hour and a half of pushing, John Noah was pushed/pulled into this world at 3:17PM.
John Noah Frankenberger
August 2, 2006
7 lbs. 8 oz.
19 3/4 Inches Long
Finally, All hooked up!
Getting cleaned up.
Daddy, Baby & Mommy.
Brianna holding him for the first time.
Big Sister- Little Brother
Getting ready to go home:
I just can't put him down!
Aidan Christopher David Dalzell was born on July 30th at 3:15 pm. My original due date was Aug 3rd, but my doctor had changed it recently to July 30th! Aidan weighed 8lbs 7oz.
Ok, the last you guys heard from me I had just taken some castor oil on July 29th. Well, it worked! I wouldn't recommend it though. I was pretty desparate b/c DH had to leave for 3 weeks starting on August 8th. I started running to the bathroom at around 9pm, and it continued until morning, around every hour or 2.
So, I took the awful stuff at 7pm, and at 1am I started having contractions. I couldn't sleep so I stayed up and packed my bag and had a bath. At 4am I called L&D to see what they thought and they told me to come in some time that morning but not to rush. We went in around 9am. The contractions had been 3-5 minutes apart for a few hours, but they hadn't been getting any stronger. They hooked me up to the monitor for awhile. The contractions started getting stronger shortly after that so they admitted me. I was only 1cm dilated, which was frustrating. They got me a room and hooked me up to the monitor again. The contractions were getting worse, and being on the monitor was very uncomfortable. I wanted to walk around. But they weren't getting the readings they wanted. I couldn't have an epicdural yet since I was only 2 cm dilated. Finally, they let me go in the jacuzzi tub. Well, things really took off! My water broke and the contractions started coming fast and hard. I started throwing up, and the pain was awful! They checked me and I was 8cm! So, it was too late for an epidural. I was begging for some sort of pain relief, but the nurses were busy because there were 2 other babies being born (small hospital). By the time I got some demoral I was almost ready to push. I kept falling asleep between contractions, and I felt like I wouldn't be able to push him out, but I did it! I don't think the demoral had time to affect the baby because he was very alert and nursed for 40 minutes after he was born! They gave me an episiotomy because the cord was wrapped around his neck and they wanted him out fast. But it turned out the cord wasn't too tightly wrapped. So, Aidan was born at 3:15pm on July 30th! Without an epidural! Not what I had expected, but I'm proud of it!
Aug. 4...Labor was rough at first but very short. I woke up at 2 am with horrible contractions that were coming a minute apart and lasting at least 60 seconds each. I could barely move and was bawling, and I had to convince DH that we didn't have time to be timing the contractions and we just had to get to the hospital. We had about a 30 minute drive, and of course we hit almost every red light. By the time we got to the hospital and got checked in, I was already 7 cm. I wasn't even able to talk, so DH reminded the nurses that I really, really wanted an epidural. They said if I was going to get one I'd better get it ASAP. I begged, and they got the anesthesiologist on his way upstairs. It seemed like it took forever for him to get to me! I had about 3 contractions while he was administering the epi, and it was SOOO hard to roll on my side and arch my back, not to mention keeping still while he was putting it in. DH almost passed out seeing me in so much pain and seeing the big needle. He had to sit on the floor. Finally when the epi was working the nurse checked me and I was almost 9 cm! I said I felt like I had to push already, so she got the doctor in to break my water. That was the weirdest feeling! Then I was instantly at 10 cm, and I started to push. I ended up pushing for 2 hours, but since I hadn't had a very long labor I was super energized for the whole thing. Since the epi hadn't been in for very long and they didn't give me a very strong one due to the stage of labor I'd been in, I was able to feel the complete pain of crowning and the doctor pulling him out. I only tore a little bit and was happy the doctor didn't insist on an episiotomy. Jack was born at 6:21 am and was 7 lbs 14 oz. He had a full head of dark hair which surprised me but not DH's family. He scored 8 and 9 on his apgars, and his coloring was beautiful. We are enjoying him very much, and even though I am exhausted I am so happy to finally meet our little guy!
Jack, August 4, 2006
Sam, November 10, 2007
Lydia Katherine Sprano was born on Wednesday, August 9, at 3:17 pm. She weighed 7 lbs 15 oz and was 21 in long.
Well I went in last Wednesday to be induced, but it didn't take a lot to get me started. My dr had stripped my membranes the day before. I only had a few cramps that evening and didn't have any trouble sleeping. We went to the hospital the next day at 6:30 am. The dr came in about 8:30 and said he could break my water or give me potocin. He had to go to a meeting 45 min away that day so he said he would break my water because it wouldn't be as fast acting as the potocin. He was WAY wrong!!!
My contractions started almost immediately. They were about 2 min apart from the get go. I labored until about 11:00 and finally asked for the epidural. I had vowed that I was going to do it naturally, but the contractions were starting to get strong. The anesthesiologist (who is a close friend of ours) came up about 11:30 and asked me if I was sure I wanted an epidural. I told her I wasn't sure and she said we should wait or try something different. I agreed to take 2 shots of Demerol. It was exactly what I needed. It allowed me to zone about between each contraction and then be ready for the next one.
One of the nurses checked me around 12:00 and I was almost 9 cm and that they should call in my other dr because I was really making progress. She came around 12:15 and checked me and said it would be at least another hour until I was completely dilated. Part of my cervix was still not doing what it was supposed to. About 1:00 I started complaining about my back and begged the nurse to let me lay on my side. As soon as I did I got an overwhelming need to push. She checked me and I was completely dilated. They told me not to push and they called the dr back and told her she better get there quick because the baby was coming.
I finally started pushing around 2:00. The pain wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Pushing was very tiring and at times I felt like I wasn't making any progress. Finally I got to the point where they wouldn't let me put my legs down and her head was coming out. Lydia was born at 3:17.
I had about 4 minor tears that took just a little stitching. That part hasn't been bad at all. I have just been a little tender and it feels like they are starting to pull a little. Hopefully the stitches will be gone soon. The big bad part was (HERE COME THE TMI!!) the hemorrhoids. I had had one small hemorrhoid for about 5 weeks that wouldn't go away. Now I have 2 really huge hemorrhoids and about 3 small ones. Sitting has been very difficult. They are very, very slowly starting to get better.
Breastfeeding is going well and my milk has come in with a vengeance. Lydia is not sleeping at night very well, but her daddy and I are handling it pretty good. My mom has been a huge help. We are just so in love with our little lady who is a big snuggler and absolutely beautiful.
Thanks for reading my story!! Here are a couple of pictures we have gotten downloaded.
Ronin Mace, 9lbs. 7ozs., 20.5 inches long
I woke up on Tuesday (8/15/2006) morning at 5:00am with menstrual like cramping, which I'd had on and off for weeks. By six o'clock they'd progressed into a rythmic pattern and were intensifying, so I woke DH and told him if he had deliveries he'd better do them quick, we're having the baby today! By seven-thirty I couldn't comfortably walk through contractions and by eight fifteen we were on our way to the hospital.
Once we got to the hospital we were informed that there were no labor rooms cleaned and available so I labored in the hall of the Family Birth Place until nine, when a room became available. Then I just labored....on my left side...on the birthing ball...on all fours. About noon my midwife came came in to check on us (I'd been laboring with an AWESOME L&D nurse and DH) and asked about breaking my water. I decided to go ahead and do it because I was getting really fatigued and wanted to be able to birth without the aid of drugs. Upon breaking my water they found that the baby had defacated in the uterus and we had to add saline to the ambiotic fluid to help clear it before he was born. From that point on things get a little fuzzy, but I labored on the ball a lot and took a quick shower to help normalize my body temperature. Just after one o'clock I started pushing and pushed for MAYBE fifteen minutes, and at 1:31pm Ronin Mace came into the world!
Tanis: 06 September 2001
Ronin: 15 August 2006
The force is strong in this one!
The Birth of Sage Elizabeth ~ 8.9.2006
The two days before the birth I was feeling great. In fact, so great that I felt that I wasn’t going to go into labor for another month or so and was perfectly fine with that. My energy had returned, I no longer had the severe pain in my pelvis and I just felt good.
Tuesday night (8/8 ) and Wednesday morning (8/9) I was pretty restless. I woke once with a lot of pelvic pain. I fell back asleep for about an hour but was awoken by a pretty strong contraction. Since I had been having moderately strong contractions, especially at night, for weeks, I just figured it was my uterus practicing some more. I got up to use the bathroom and ended up having a soft bowel movement. I went out to the living room to try to get comfortable and while lying on the couch, the big full moon shone in on me. Just then another contraction hit; this one even stronger. I literally saw the moon coming for me and welcomed it. I had one or two more when I decided I should probably time them. I got online to use the contraction log. It was a great tool until I couldn’t seem to sit long enough to hit the start button or the stop button when a contraction would hit me. I went to the bedroom to let Ray know I was having some strong contractions. He asked me if I wanted him to get up or if I needed help and I told him no and to stay in bed. About a half hour later, I decided I couldn’t time them myself anymore, so I asked him to get up. He timed them at anywhere between 3 and 5 minutes lasting around 60 seconds each.
He was convinced we should call Diane (the midwife), but I wasn’t just yet. He called her anyway. She had just pulled up to the home of another woman in labor in Chilcoot, CA, about an hour away from Reno. She told Ray she was turning around and driving (speeding) to our house. She arrived at around 6:30am and Ray thanked her for being so fast. Meanwhile, I had called my mom who I knew would be getting ready for work. I just wanted to let her know I might be in labor, but told her to go ahead and continue getting ready for work and that I would let her know. I guess I was in a bit of denial or doubt at this point that I was actually in labor.
When Diane arrived, she just watched me for a few minutes and then told me she was going to go get her stuff set up. I said, “Well don’t you want to check me or anything?” She said, “Nope… you’re doing just fine.” I said, “So you think this is it?” She laughed and said, “Liz… you’re having a baby today!” That is when I decided to call my mom back and just let her know that I was still going and she should come on over.
I labored most of the time in the living room. I tried the exercise ball, but found it too difficult to stay seated with all the pressure I was feeling. I mainly leaned over the back of my couch burying my face into the cushions. After about 20 minutes of Diane and my mom arriving, Willow woke up. My niece had come with my mom and Willow had heard her voice. She ran out to the living room to see a house full of people and me moaning and groaning into the couch cushions. My mom and Ray explained what was happening and that everything was ok. I had talked to her a lot about the baby coming out and she seemed to understand that it was time. In between contractions, I called her over to giver her a reassuring hug and kiss. She patted my leg and said, “It’s ok momma, It’s ok!” She trotted off to go play with her cousin. The contractions were getting pretty intense at this point and I felt like I should move to the bedroom. I told Diane that I wanted to go to the bedroom, but the couch had become my home base and I couldn’t bear to leave it. We laughed and I said, “Can we take the couch with us?” She had a good suggestion to take the pillows from the couch to stack on the bed so I could use them for support. We stacked them at the end of the bed and I leaned into them during contractions, sometimes just gathering them up in my arms to squeeze. My mom held them firm to the bed so I wouldn’t lose my balance. It was then that I realized I was holding onto them for support while I squatted through contractions. I was squatting so deep I think my butt was nearly on the floor. After a few contractions like that, I felt something dripping down my leg. I was wearing a sarong and pulled it aside to find mucous and blood hanging between my legs. I decided to take the sarong off. It was then that Diane suggested she check me. I got up on the bed almost dreading to hear the number; NINE and the head was “right there.” YES! That is music to a laboring mother’s ears. I got up gain to stand at the side of the bed just as a contraction started. I squatted into it and almost immediately started grunting and pushing through it. I had maybe one more contraction like that when Diane suggested I get on the bed for the next one. I climbed onto the bed and tried to position myself over the chux pads she laid out and was pretty unsuccessful. Just as I got onto the bed, another contraction hit me. Ray was at my head by now and I was in hands and knees position. I started really bearing down while gripping Ray’s waist and burying my face into his chest. Since we had planned that Ray would catch the baby, Diane suggested he change positions and get behind me. He said no and that I needed him up there. I was so grateful! I continued to bear down and could feel the baby crowning – something I never felt with Willow because of the episiotomy. Diane was putting counter pressure on my perineum and told me to breathe instead of push to allow it to stretch. In theory, it’s a great idea, but in reality, it’s nearly impossible. I tried my best not to push, but couldn’t help it. I felt the baby’s head come out, which was a huge relief. I heard Diane call my mom over to see it and she said something that I will explain later. With another push, the baby would be out. Ray’s hands were stretched out beneath me. With a grunt and a push, he pulled her forward and put her down on the bed below me, in between my legs. He said, “IT’S A BOY!” having seen the umbilical cord. I looked down and said, “NO IT’S NOT! IT’S A GIRL!!”
She hardly cried. She just looked all around. She looked so much like Willow to me, but just felt different. It’s hard to explain.
One of the best things about having your baby at home is the calmness in everything. There’s no rushing and never a sense of urgency. Everything moves at the pace set by mom and baby. Sage didn’t get weighed for about an hour. She was just cuddled and nursed for that first hour. She was never stressed, which I loved because then I wasn’t stressed. She didn’t have a bath because the vernix, which she had a lot of, is actually good for their skin. It was actually really neat to smell that distinct scent of birth for the first couple of days of her life. After I had a shower, Ray made me eggs and toast for breakfast. I spent the rest of the day in bed.
In the end, I tore right along my old episiotomy scar and had to have about 8 stitches.
Sage weighed 7lbs, 13 oz. and was 20.5 inches long.
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 4:35 pm Post subject: Andrew Hunter is here
I had Drew by c-section on 8/9 at 5:46PM. He weighed 8 lbs 15 oz and was 19 1/2 in long.
I had posted on 8/7 about him turning at the last minute and that a c-section was needed. They had scheduled the c for 8/14 which was after my due date and made me a little nervous. They did this because our hosp was moving and was overbooked in the OR because of not wanting to do any planned proceedures after 8/14. Well,, on 8/8, I felt bad at work and was having some contractions so I went home to rest. I called the doc that night and he was also concerned that my c-sect was scheduled so late. He told me to prepare as if I was going to have the c-sect on 8/9 and come to the office in the morning. I did and they were able to squeeze my c-sect in that evening, though they almost didn't.
The c-section was hard. I had two previous natural vaginal deliveries and it was definitely different. But we are doing well and my dd's love their baby brother. When he was born, he grabbed the nurse's clamps on the way out and she had great difficulty getting them out of his little fists. It was really cute.
mommy to Sarah, age 8 and Melody, age 5 and Drew born Aug 9, 2006, 3 rotten dogs and 1 kitty