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Welcome! The birth plan looks great, I like that it's just in a very simple format. I know for me, the less I have to read the more likely I am to pay attention to what's written (unless of course it's a smut novel but that's a whole other discussion LOL!).
I think your birth plan looks great. I did similar type bullet points and they actually sat there and read them during each stage. The only thing I seperated was things during labor and things specifically during delivery. Might be easier for them to find during the heat of the moment.
How have you been feeling? Is your DD excited about the new baby?
~Joy~ DS1-8/5/05, DS2-10/18/10 (VBAC#1), DS3- 4/11/12 (VBAC#2!)
Welcome to your lodge! Wow...very nice birth plan. Its so organized and straight to the point. I never brought a typed up plan with me. Maybe I should try doing that this time around... I have had a great relationship with my midwife and was able to vocalize my wants and what I didn't want with her...but having a plan on paper for everyone else is a good idea. Think I may try that.
My doula actually gave me the template for the birth plan (she calls it a birth wish list) and I was able to go in and take out, edit and add-in as I desired. The original is a Word Document that actually has a photo of DH and I on it, an intro, a thank you at the end and my OB's name and baby's Pediatrician name in the footnote. Kaiser also had a checklist birth plan they had me go through and turn in at my last appointment that has much of the same information, so I am kid of doubting that they will even look at my "pretty" one when I go to the hospital. But I was pleased to see much of the same material on Kaiser's plan.
Yes, Katelyn is SUPER EXCITED about becoming a big sister! Some days, I think she is more excited than I am! Scott and I were recently talking about it, and we are almost more looking forward to seeing Katelyn in the hospital and her reaction to her baby brother than we are to ourselves meeting our baby boy! While I am honestly not looking forward to the intensity of the labor itself, I am really looking forward to those sweet moments in the hospital when I have my family of four together with me and not having anything else in the world to worry about for those first couple of days except for loving and cherishing them... So that is going to probably be my primary visualization getting through the labor itself.
I wish I had joined this group a lot earlier because I am wondering a lot what this Hypnobabies stuff is all about? Would it even be worth my looking into at this point? I do not feel anywhere near that calm and relaxed state I want to be in when I start labor. I was very relaxed and mentally prepared when I went into labor with my daughter and had a wonderful experience. But this whole pregnancy has been a roller coaster and I don't feel as prepared or confident or calm at all. It has been a very stressful pregnancy...
One weird thing I have been having the past 24 hours or so... I am getting pretty noticeable cramps for about 1-3 minutes every time I stand up after urinating. I would call them menstrual type cramps, but I don't feel that tightening like a contraction or anything. And then after the pain stops, it doesn't come back again until I pee again. I am concerned that I might have a UTI or something... anyone have any thoughts?
I have had so many different pains throughout this pregnancy that we have just called round ligament pain, that it very well could be! Who knows anymore? I emailed my doctor, just to get his opinion, but from Googling (I have a pretty bad Google habit!) it seems like it is relatively normal at this point in the pregnancy, so I am not going to worry myself over it. I have no other UTI symptoms, so I don't have any reason to think that is the problem, either.
Wow... I don't know what caused me to do it, but I just pulled up my daughter Katelyn's birth story on my computer that I haven't looked at in years. So much I had forgotten! I am so glad that I typed it all out! Thought I would share here for those of you who are interested in getting to know me a little better... some of it is a little bit more info than needed, but it is exactly how I wrote it, probably a few days after we got home from the hospital...
Katelyn Joy was born on December 4, 2007 at 3:49pm Pacific Time at the Tahoe Forest Hospital in Truckee, California. She weighed 9lbs 1.2oz and was 21" long. Her head circumference was 14.5cm. She was born with dark hair and dark, slate gray eyes. Upon entering the world, her eyes were wide open and she took a long look around before opening up her lungs and letting out a good cry!
Katelyn's due date was Monday, December 3rd. I experienced some contractions beginning in the early morning hours of the 3rd. But the contractions stopped as quickly as they started after a couple hours, at 6:30 in the morning. When I went to my scheduled doctor's appointment at 9:30 on that morning, I was not dilated or effaced, as far as Dr. Coll could tell, at all. I felt very dejected. I was ready to meet my little girl! I had called my mom early in the morning and she drove from Hollister and arrived shortly after I got home from the doctor. I felt awful that she has driven all that way and that the baby didn't seem to be coming any time soon. Dr. Coll told me that there was no way of really telling when the true labor would start: it could be later that day or it could be two more weeks!
My mom stayed the day with me. We went to the Truckee quilt store and browsed for a while and then we went to lunch at the Buckhorn Grill. We shared a huge brownie sundae and had some great conversation. Even though I felt bad that she drove all that way, we had a great day together and I wouldn't change that day for the world. She decided to drive back home early that evening as the contractions hadn't started back up again and we had no idea when they would. She wanted to make sure that she was able to spend time with us after the baby arrived and could only have so much time off work. So she left around 6pm and got home after 11pm.
An hour later, my real labor contractions started. I had the first one and noted how much more intense it was than the contractions I had been feeling the day before. But, being my first pregnancy, I didn't know what to expect. There was 25 minutes between my first contraction and the second and I was able to rest in bed during that time. But after the second contraction, they came about 10 minutes apart for the next hour or so and were up to 7 minutes apart by 2:30. The pain was pretty intense and having been up most of the previous night, too, I was exhausted. I actually wanted them to stop this time so I could get a good night's sleep and then maybe start again the next day. I was also concerned that my mom had just gotten home and she, too, needed a good night's sleep. Scott awoke around this time. I was pacing the bedroom, tears streaming down my face with my kitty in my arms. I told him I didn't want to do this now, the pain was too much, and I just wanted to go to sleep. He asked me what he could do. I told him nothing and to go back to sleep so that at least one of us had some rest. I then regrouped and started trying to think more positively. I had to start breathing and focusing on the arrival of my baby!
For the next few hours, I rocked in the glider chair in the baby's room between the contractions. I played quiet Christmas music on the iPod and kept the lights off--I just had on the night light in the room. As soon as the contractions began, I could no longer sit and would stand up and pace the room, taking deep breaths. As the contractions got stronger, longer and closer together, I could no longer walk through them. So I leaned over the crib, trying to focus on the giraffe and the lion on the comforter. I think it was around 5am when I called my mother, apologized for waking her, and told her I was having contractions...again. By this time, they were ranging from about 4-6 minutes apart. I was so scared that as soon as I called my mom, the contractions would stop again, but they didn't. I woke up Scott about 5:45 and we started to get ready to leave for the hospital. I had my suitcase with clothes, the diaper bag, a bag with snacks in it, and a bag with books, magazines and my Nintendo DS. I also had a stuffed bear to use as a focal point and my IPod and the Bose Sound Dock so we could have soft music in the room. Scott packed a bag on his own. We loaded everything into the car. It was cool and a little rainy. I didn't bother getting dressed. I got into the car in my robe and pajamas at 6:35am and we drove to the hospital.
I was officially admitted at 7:01am. While standing in our labor and delivery room going through the check-in information with the nurse, I mentioned that it must be very warm in the room because I was really sweating. I noted that there was perspiration running down my legs. That "perspiration" turned out to be my water breaking. My nurse, Missy, did my first internal examination and hooked me up to the fetal monitor to monitor the baby. It was around 8am and I was 6cm dilated. I continued to labor in the room with Scott by my side. I tried sitting in the rocking chair there, but it was not the same as my glider at home. I felt better just standing up, leaning on Scott, the bed rail, or the sink for support. I did not feel comfortable lying down at all. This was unfortunate because it made it difficult for Missy to monitor the baby, which had to be done for about 20 minutes an hour. We walked the halls, slowly, for a while, stopping for the contractions. After having no back pain throughout my pregnancy, all of a sudden, the entire pain of the contractions was in my lower back. It was excruciating. Apparently, the baby had shifted and was on the nerve for my back now. Missy offered to take me to the jacuzzi, suggesting that it would help me to endure the back labor. I didn't want to go anywhere until my mom arrived.
My mom arrived just before 10am. I had my entire support team with me now: my wonderful husband, my mother and my great nurse, Missy. Soon after my mom arrived, I agreed to try the jacuzzi for a while. I wanted to try to have a natural birth, without painkillers or an epidural, so I was willing to try just about anything else first. That hot tub was a life saver. The pain and the intensity of the contractions, while still quite noticeable, were made much less intense by the hot water and the jets. I noticed after a little while that my hands and feet had gone numb, and reported this to Missy. She said that I was breathing too fast and instructed me to slow down my breathing. I did my best at this and after about ten minutes, my hands stopped tingling. I tried to relax and breathe slowly. Missy suggested that when I exhale, I blow through my lips, making a sound like a horse might make. It seemed silly to me, but it helped. After a while, Missy asked if I wanted to go back to the room. To be completely honest, I was scared to death to get back out of that jacuzzi. The pain had been so intense before getting into the water; I couldn't imagine what it would be like now. I wanted to wait as long as I could, until it was time to push. I wanted to be able to go back to the room and get the baby out immediately.
I think three hours must have passed by the time I did finally get out of the hot tub. For about forty-five minutes, I had been feeling a pretty strong urge to push. I asked Missy how we would know when it was time, and she told me that the urge to push would become unbearable. I wasn't sure I would know what the unbearable urge would feel like, although that urge continued to get more intense. There was a murky fluid in the water that Missy said was meconium. Apparently, my baby had already passed her first bowel movement in the amniotic fluid. This was a concern, because there became the potential that my baby could inhale the meconium and have lung problems. So I began to worry about this. I decided I was ready to go back to the room and be checked again and hopefully, get the show on the road.
It was around 1pm when I got back into the room. They set me up in the bed and I tried to relax as best as I could. I was extremely happy to realize that the pain had moved away from my back. Apparently, while in the water, the gravity of the water helped the baby to move away from that nerve, and hopefully, into a better birthing position. They did another internal examination and I was fully dilated at 10cm and 100% effaced. I cannot recall what station I was at, but it was + something. So it was time to start pushing.
I had read that women having their first babies could expect to push for 45 minutes to an hour. So when I hit two hours, I was really beginning to despair. By this time, I was feeling physically exhausted, in just about every area of my body. I had tried pushing lying on my back with Scott and my mom helping to hold my legs. Then Missy strung a sheet on a bar over the bed and I pulled myself forward with all of my might on the sheet (it was like a rope) during contractions. Then I tried standing in a squatting position during the contractions. It felt like it went on forever. Two hours had passed and they were barely beginning to see the baby's head. I was beginning to feel like I was going to pass out and confessed that I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to continue. Missy said she would check with the doctor and see if maybe he wanted to use a vacuum to assist me with the delivery. I really didn't want any vacuum or forceps attached to my beautiful baby's head. I wanted to be strong enough to push her out on my own, without any assistance. But I was so exhausted and I knew that if I didn't get some help soon, we were going to have bigger problems.
So I agreed to the vacuum extractor. Missy went to find Dr. Taylor. Meanwhile, she suggested that I rest through a few contractions. When I realized that the pain was way too intense to "rest" through, I decided to just push at half the effort. After three contractions this way, I had stopped shaking so much and had begun to regain some strength. Dr. Taylor came in with the vacuum and got things set up. He assured me that he should be able to get the baby out with the next contraction, in three good pushes. I pushed with all of my might, but the baby did not come out. Again we tried and still nothing. I was on the verge of tears when Dr. Taylor said he would like to do an episiotomy. I said that I really did not want an episiotomy, but that I trusted him and if that was what was necessary, that he should do it. He told me that the baby's head was bigger than he had originally thought and that without an episiotomy, I would almost definitely tear, and that a tear would be more difficult for him to repair, and, more uncomfortable for me. He used a local anesthetic and did the episiotomy. Quite frankly, I did not even notice that he was doing it with everything else that was going on.
After the episiotomy, I think it only took about two more contractions, me pushing as hard and as long as I could, before my baby's head came through. I think the local anesthetic must have numbed that pain some, or maybe by that time I was too far gone to remember, but I don't recall the pressure of her head coming through being any worse than the previous two hours or so. The rest of her body came through with another push and she was announced to the world at 15:49, or 3:49pm. They whisked her away from me and tended to her on a table close by me, so I could still see her. They had to make sure that she had not ingested or inhaled any of the meconium, clean out her lungs of the amniotic fluid, and clean her. She was big and beautiful. I recall a nurse saying, "I can't wait to get her on the scale, I bet she is over 9lbs!"
That statement amazed me because I had been expecting a 7 1/2 pound baby--maybe 8 pounds at the most. Once she was cleaned up, they took her over to the scale, and sure enough, she was 9 pounds, 1.2 ounces. The real shocker, though, was the circumference of her head. 14 and a half centimeters! Well no wonder I was having so much trouble pushing her out! I am thankful now that I had the episiotomy--there is no way that head was coming through otherwise!
While Katelyn was being cleaned up, I was being sewn up. I remember just feeling like I was floating. I was watching my baby but it hadn't quite gotten through to me that this was my baby. I felt like I had no clue who she was. Tears came to my eyes when Scott held her for the first time. He looked so proud and so happy. I am so thankful that my mother was there, snapping pictures like crazy, to save that smile and that moment for us forever. Finally, they brought her over to me. They took her out of her swaddle and placed her on my bare chest. She was so tiny and so perfect. Her hands, her little nose... I saw her eyes, so dark. I couldn't see myself or her father in her, all I could see was this perfect little individual... my little girl. Before this moment, as much as I have loved and been loved in my life, I don't think I ever really had a clue what love was. The way I felt in that precious moment is a feeling I had never before experience in my life. It was perfect, pure, and full of absolute joy. She had already succeeded in fulfilling her name, only minutes after her birth... my beautiful Katelyn Joy.