Welcome to your lodge Kyla!!! I look forward to your up coming birth!
Welcome to your lodge Kyla!!! I look forward to your up coming birth!
Welcome Kyla! I was just thinking today that it must be about time for your lodge. Looking forward to following your birth journey :)
Yea! Its my lodge time! OMG! Its my lodge time!!!!!
Not sure if I am ready for this.
We are off to soccer in a few minutes, but I will try to drop back in tonight to tell my 'stories' :)
Welcome to your lodge!
Welcome to your lodge!
Welcome to your lodge! :)
Welcome to your lodge! Excited to follow you in this pregnancy. :)
Welcome to your lodge! :D
Lets see, I will try to make this short :)
DH and I met in grade 10 and totally hit it off. But the reason we met was because a good friend of mine had a crush on him, so I was not allowed to make a move and the two of them dated for most of the remainder of highschool. DH and I then dated for a few months the year after, but it didnt work out and we broke up, but remained good friends. After that we had about 5 years where one or the other of us was dating someone else, and we were all generally pretty close. Fast forward about 5 years and we finally got together for good :)
When we first started dating (at that time) we were both in school and living with our parents. About a year later, he proposed and we moved in together (I wouldnt live with him before we were engaged). We lived together for about the next five years until we decided we really wanted to start a family, so we got married and then pregnant a month later :) About 3 months into that pregnancy, DH got accepted to the RCMP and found out that he would have to leave at the beginning of March for 6 months training. I was due at the beginning of May. We tried to find ways to get around it, but basically the only way for him to be present at the birth was to give up his chance of his dream job. At the time we lived in Calgary, and he was working repairing bank machines and working security. He was pretty miserable with what he was doing, so I told him that it was more important to me that he was happy in his job than that he was there when baby was born. Since I couldnt afford to live in Calgary on my own (especially once baby came) I moved back in with my parents on VI at the beginning of March, and he headed off to Regina for training.
My pregnancy with DD was pretty straight forward, except that I had Gestational Diabetes, which was presented to me in a dont worry, relaxed kind of way. I had to visit with the nurse and nutritionist regularly, get non-stress tests every week, and was told a Ped would have to be present at the birth. I was prepared to go as far overdue as they would let me, as I felt that the longer the baby stayed in, the younger she would be when Daddy came home. It never occurred to me I wouldn't go overdue :)
So at around 8pm on my due date I felt what I believed to be contractions, though they were not very strong. As they got stronger I started to time them and was concerned that they were less than 5 min apart and lasting 30 sec to a minute. I figured we should head in to the hospital because that is what the book told me to do when my contractions were less than 5 min apart and lasted longer than 30 sec. Well, my mom and I got there, the nurse took one look at me and sent me home. She told me I wasn't in nearly enough pain yet, come back when I couldn't handle it myself. I was about 4cm dialated at this point. So I went home and spent most of the night in the bathtub. Around 630am I decided I needed some drugs :), so off we went to the hospital again, with my Dad in tow. This time they had me change and hooked me up to the monitors and then checked me. When the nurse stuck her hand up there it broke my water and they lost babies heart beat on the monitor. So they moved the monitor around, but still couldnt find it. They had me moving back and forth, and at one point I remember being on all fours with 3 nurses holding 3 monitors to my stomach trying to find that heartbeat. Meanwhile, my contractions had racheted up as soon as my water broke, so I was really not in any shape to help with anything. I fully expected to be flipped back over, knocked out, and rushed to the OR any moment, but they finally found her heartbeat right before the Dr arrived (a nurse commented later that I must have been the reason Dr Walker was running through the halls that morning). When the nurse had checked me I was at 6cm, and when the Dr arrived not 15 minutes later and put in an internal monitor I was at 9 cm. At some point they put in my IV and gave me some fentanal which does NOTHING but was all they could give me at that point. Soon after I felt the need to push and told the nurse, who informed me that 'no I didnt, let that baby come down by itself'. She was stupid. I finally convinced her to check me and baby was right there! It was then another huge rush to get everything ready as they had nothing set up yet in the room. I pushed for about 5 minutes and Arianna was born.
Arianna was immediately taken to the side of the room and checked over by the pediatrician who brought her back to me swaddled and told me she was perfect. It wasnt until about an hour later that I thought to ask about breastfeeding, by which point she was really tired and this led to a difficult breastfeeding relationship for the first few weeks.
At the time I was happy with my birth experience with Ari, but I have since become more educated and I think if I had the same experience today I would be very upset by it, especially with the lack of support I got from the nurses, both with the birth and with breastfeeding. My Dr was actually very supportive of me laboring any way I wanted, unfortunately I was hampered by the internal monitor and the speed of my labor.
DH got to fly home for a long weekend 6 days later to meet his baby girl. He was only home for about 36 hours when he had to fly out again. I got a ton of support living at my parents house though, which was really needed as we struggled to establish breastfeeding.
3 months after DD was born DH got posted to a small-ish town in Northern BC, about 18 hours from both our families (did I mention DH's parents live near mine?). So off we went. We have been here almost 5 years now and are very happy, but looking at a move in the next few years to try to get closer to family.
I got pregnant with DS a few years after our move and was again very happy with my prenatal care. I had Gestational Diabetes again this time, but my Dr this time was even more casual about it than my last pregnancy. I went to see the nutritionist and nurse, but the only extra test I had to do was an extra ultrasound to make sure baby didn't get too big.
A week before I was due this time I had a day with a lot of cramping. I joked with a few friends about how maybe I would have baby soon, but didn't really believe he would come early. That night I woke up at 1am with definite contractions. This time I knew I ddint want to be in the hospital, so I woke DH up and told him I was getting in the bathtub. I spent the next 3-4 hours in there as I was trying to make it to a reasonable time to call our babysitter so we wouldn't have to wake anyone up. Around 5 I decided we better head to the hospital and DH started calling, and calling, and calling! We had two friends lined up to watch DD and we couldn't get hold of either of them!!!!! We finally decided that we just had to go, and we all piled into the truck. I was having horrible back labor and that drive was excruciating! We drove to my friends house and knocked on her door. Her in laws were visiting and her MIL opened the door with 'do you know what time it is?" My DH, somewhat panicked, responded with 'yes, and my wife is in labor in the truck!!!' That got them moving :) Turned out my friend didnt think I would really go early either and assumed it was her fax machine when the phone kept ringing, so she unplugged it!
Anyways, we got to the hospital around 6 and the nurse checked me. Turned out my water had broken in the bathtub (I guess) cause I didnt know it was broken. I was at 6 cm. Problem was, the nurse didnt know what she was feeling and was afraid baby was breach, so they called the Dr in. While we waited I asked for drugs. After my last labor I was pretty ticked that my water had broken and I was only at a 6! Why wasn't I going as fast? They had a heck of a time getting my IV in though, just got it in as the Dr arrived and hooked up the GBS meds. The Dr checked me and determined baby was posterior (Nurse was feeling a smooth forhead instead of hair). She reassured me that I could still deliver vaginally as she knew I really didn't want a c-section, and then they gave me some fentenal (again too late for anything else). However, immediately after they gave me the drugs, Dr tripped over my IV, and I never actually got anything out of it after that. I am a little bit fuzzy here, but we were only at the hospital about 40 min and it felt like they checked me about 10 times. I suspect the Dr was more concerned about him being posterior then she let on, but I hated every check as they made me lay on my back for them. I was progressing though. The last time the Dr checked me I was at 8cm and then as I was turning back around, so did baby. I remember yelling 'He's moving, he's moving....I need to push' and that was it. Baby had flipped over and I was ready! 2 pushes later I had a squirmy naked baby in my arms! My post delivery experience was way better this time as we got immediate skin to skin. After a few minutes, while I was getting stitched up, the nurses stole him for a few minutes to check him over and then brought him right back naked to nurse. I had some trouble latching him on, after all, the last baby I nursed was 2 year old DD, but one nurse asked permission and then got right in there and helped us connect :) I am still grateful to that lady as we never had any latch or nursing issues after that initial fumbling :)
We did have some issues with Jaundice with Conner though that started at our first Drs appointment. He had what they call Breastfeeding Jaundice, and the Drs pushed me, and pushed me to put him on formula for 48 hours to clear it up. After a night in the bili bed his numbers went down, but then they continued to hover below the danger zone. He was not tired (in fact he never slept) and was happy and content, just a little yellow, but I had to take him every 2 days to get his blood checked. We do not have a ped in town, but my Dr was consulting with one the next town over who was OK with me just letting it go. DH was getting worried though so I told him that if the ped told me to I would give formula. Finally when COnner was 6 weeks old, the ped wanted to see him, but wanted me to give him formula for 48 hours first. Apparently 6 weeks is about the limit for breastfeeding jaundice and after that they start to worry it could be other things. So I cried, and bought a pump and formula and fed my baby with a dropper for 2 days. Turned out he was fine, and thankfully went right back to the breast when I offered it.
And that brings us another 2 years down the road to today and this pregnancy. I have a new Dr this time that I dislike, and an OB that I dislike and they are pushing an induction that I really dont want. Will update more on that later as I have a naked boy who wants help on the potty right now :)