So glad to hear all is going well!! Hopefully it won't take too long for him to get the sleep thing worked out. I'm so curious to hear your thoughts about having a doula. How are your girls liking their new brother? And what does Jason think of his first few days as a daddy?
I think I remember you saying your doula was doing your encapsulation? ...No hurry, but when you get a chance, could you let me know what she charges for that, and how I can get in touch with her?
Oh yes, I am very curious as well to hear about your experience with your doula. And also how it was for DH as this is his first. Hope baby gets a good sleeping schedule down soon. Excited to hear your story!
It's just so good to hear from you and know that things are going good! I can't wait to hear all about it but I will so you can get the rest you deserve I'm so happy for you and cannot wait to hear how the girls are with their new baby brother!!!
I feel like a new woman today. Yesterday I was dragging - I hadn't really slept in a few days and DH was super fussy and needy. Add to that the fact that he was cluster feeding almost all day - I mean by evening it was almost constant and my poor boobs were totally empty. And my nipples were really getting sore... but then, OMG. Joey slept for 5 straight hours last night!! That's quite a change from waking to feed every 1.5-3 hours! I haven't really been able to get online between feedings or anything, choosing instead to try ti catch a nap here and there, or eat a meal.
My girls have been gone for the weekend wiith their dad, so it's been a much needed weekend of just DH, baby and me. I'm anxious for them to come home this afternoon, though, and so are they. I want them to be able to spend some time with him and get to know him.
I happened to go into labor the day before my youngest DD's birthday, so she got cheated out of her birthday dinner we had planned. So we will be doing that on Wednesday night instead. She didn't mind too much that we had to put it off a week - she was too excited to have gotten a new brother for her birthday. The amazing part is that DD3's birthday is August 7th and she shares a birthday with my mom, and DS was born on Jason's dad's birthday on August 6th. Kind of cool.
We had my photographer friend come over yesterday to take newborn pictures of our new little guy. I cannot wait to see them! As soon as I get any, I will be sure to post. For now, all of the pictures I have taken are still on my camera - and I just haven't had any time to get them uploaded to the computer, yet. I will soon, though, I promise!
As for me, I'm doing well. I'm struggling a bit with being extra emotional, but have only broken into tears twice since the birth, so I think I am dealing better than I ever did before. My bleeding has also slowed big time, though I am wondering if I keep reopening my sutures - every once in a while I get some major bright red bleeding that seems to be coming from the tear area, rather than from my vag. I had a second degree tear, so it's entirely possible. I am being super careful, though, so I am not sure why I would be opening the tear. Any suggestions??
Tina - my doula's website is bywaterbirth.com. She charges non-clients $175 for encapsulation. She has a whole section on her website about encapsulation, so you can get all the info you want there. She is fantastic and had my capsules to me on Wednesday morning at 8am - and Joey was born Monday early evening so she was super quick! She even dried the cord for me as a keepsake.
Anyway, Joey's waking up, so I need to go change him and I'm sure he'll be ready to eat (I hope! Or is it that my boobs hope???)
I'm hoping to get my birth story completed and posted here this evening. It's kind of long because it was eventful... I spent 6 hours completely denying that I was in labor and that was just the start. LOL
Melissa I'm so glad you and DH got some solid alone time with DS. Of course you want the girls there as well, but it's nice that you all got to adjust to one another a little bit first. I'm sure your girls must adore their baby brother.
I wish I knew what to suggest about the tear / bright bleeding other then to give your mw a call if you don't have an appointment soon?
I'm really interested to read up on the encapsulation. I have heard so many amazing things about it and am considering it for this LO. Can't wait to read your birth story!
I'm glad everything is starting to fall into place. With the bleeding, perhaps a sitz bath would help the sutures do their job? I second Mia about asking the mw, but your doula might have some suggestions too. It might also be worth taking a look down there yourself, with a mirror, to see how the sutures are doing.
DS 1 b. 1/19/09, DS 2 b. 1/12/11, DS 3 b. 3/3/13
I don't really have any suggestions about the sutures, I didn't have problems with mine that I'm aware of but I definitely bled more than you are so i'm not sure I would've noticed. I can't wait to hear all about your labor and birth but definitely take care of yourself and your kiddos first and foremost!!! It sounds like Joey is doing awesome!
Sounds like everything is going well! I'm so glad that you got some sleep last night. My DS was the same way at first. He would never let me put him down to sleep. He had to be held, but it did get better. I don't have advice on the sutures, but I agree that a sitz bath always help them heal. Can't wait to see pics of your little guy!
Big congrats and I'm glad you get a longer sleep in. Can't wait to see pictures and read your birth story.
Okay - here is my raw, unedited, rambling birth story. I will rewrite it later to make more sense and to shorten it, but here it is as I remember it at the moment.
So Sunday night I was feeling crampy kind of contractions and I didn't think much of it. They were pretty mild and spaced out a half hour or more. DH is the one who mentioned that maybe they seemed to be coming in a pattern, but I waved it off, not really thinking anything of it. We finished up putting up the curtains and getting the dresser in the nursery that night, and I finally felt like we were mostly ready with the room. I was up quite late, just not tired for some reason - I didn't get to bed until 1:00am. At 3:30am Monday morning I was woken up with painful crampy contractions, and I started timing them. They were all over the place - between 3 and 10 minutes apart, and lasting 30 to 60 seconds long. I timed them all night long and they got progressively stronger, but they seemed to taper off just a bit by the time I woke DH up at 5:00am. For some reason I just didn't believe I was actually in labor - I think I had done such a great job mentally preparing myself to go overdue that the thought of going into labor at 38 weeks 4 days was way too far off of that. To top it off, I had no other signs of impending labor - no mucus plug, no bloody show, etc. But I was starving, so at 5:30 am I got up and went upstairs to make myself some eggs and toast for breakfast. It apparently was a good thing that I did. LOL So I sent DH off to work and told him that I didn't think this was it but that I was going to call in to work because I had been up all night and didn't think I could make it through the work day.
DH left for work at 7am when my mom got there to watch my girls (as she does every weekday) and I continued to time my contractions. My mom pretty much left me alone - DH must have told her what was going on. I tried really hard to get some sleep, but it was getting harder to even doze between them and they really were getting closer together. So at 7:30 I texted my doula to tell her what was going on. She suggested that I try to ignore them and maybe take a bath to see if they tapered off. I told her it was impossible to ignore them because they were too strong, but went to take a bath to see what would happen. The bath was a relief a bit - it helped with the intensity of the cramping, but it got cold quickly, so I was only in there for about 20 minutes. Once I got out, the contractions really seemed to pick up rather than taper off, so I texted me doula again around 9:00am and she said she would be on her way. Around 9:30 I called DH and told him that the doula was on her way and that I was pretty sure this was it - that he should come home once he found a good stopping point. Looking back, that was kind of vague when I really knew that I wanted him home like RIGHT NOW, but the poor guy had just driven an hour to work, and had only been there for a little over an hour. Luckily he called back about 15 minutes later to tell me he was on his way - I was sooo relieved.
About this time my mom started coming downstairs to check on me and kept asking me if I needed to go to the hospital. Then she asked me again, saying that maybe I could go and get an epidural since I was obviously in pain. My plan was to have a natural birth, so I wanted to labor at home for as long as possible so it was quite annoying. Once my doula showed up, my mom backed off just a bit, but she kept asking. I told the doula that my mom was driving me batty and she just tried to keep me focused on staying calm and centered. By the time DH got home, I was moaning through my contractions and they were about 4 minutes apart. I labored for about another hour before I told them that I really thought it was time to go. The hospital was about 40 minutes away and I knew I was too far into it to wait any longer. It took me about 10 minutes just to get up the stairs and in to the car, and the drive to the hospital was hell. During the ride the contractions started getting so much more intense and the pain was so bad that I started to get shaky and nauseous. When we got to the hospital my doula and I were both thinking that it was possible that I was in transition because of the nausea… and then some door greeter told us that I had to wait in line to check in at emergency… ummmm NO, I needed to go to L&D. I could barely walk or stand because my contractions were literally on top of one another. But he insisted, so we got in lIne behind about 6 other people. Luckily a nurse walked by just then, saw me, and sent me straight up to L&D. As we walked away, we heard her laying into the greeter for not allowing me to go straight up there when I was obviously in hard labor. ROFL! I had about 10 people offer me a wheelchair on my way to L&D, but there was no way that I was sitting… or walking, or standing… it was interesting. I spent most of the trip to 2nd floor leaning against DH and the wall, and it was a long trip.
Once I got to the maternal assessment center, they tried to get a heart rate strip on the baby, but that was nearly impossible – the crabby nurse was trying to get my to lay on my back and kept pressing into my stomach trying to get the heart beat. All I wanted to do was curl up on my side or to kneel through things and it was hell. It was obvious that she was getting pissed at me because I wouldn’t lay still, but it wasn’t that I WOULDN’T, it was that I COULDN’T! I did manage to lay down on my back for long enough to allow her to check my cervix and she told me that I was 4cm. That was emotionally totally crushing – I couldn’t believe it was this painful and that my contractions were so strong and on top of one another and had been for a while, and I was only at 4cm. I know, now, why most people who try for natural labor are not keen on checking dilation. They finally gave up on trying to get a strip and admitted me.
I don’t remember much for a while at this point – I know that DH and my doula made sure that the crabby nurse (who happened to follow me and be my delivery nurse ) had my birth plan and that the pain was incredible. I tried all kind of different positions, using the ball and the bed, but nothing was working for me. The only thing I could do was kneel on the bed and moan. When it got to the point where I was almost screaming, my doula suggested we try a shower. I got in and just leaned against the wall and tried not to pass out. I knew that labor was not going to be easy, but I never thought it would be so bad. The shower helped very little, and after about 15 minutes I got out and got back on the bed and balled. The nurse wanted to check me again and when she finally managed to, I was only at 5cm. By this point I was pretty much screaming through my contractions, and sobbing in the 10 or 15 seconds I had in between. I finally asked for something for pain, and by the time I got it out in a way where people could understand me, I was asking for a epidural. DH and my doula both asked me if I was sure that was what I wanted, and I said yes. I was in so much pain and my body was so tight that I couldn’t relax and I couldn’t focus – I was basically fighting my body, I think. I tried SO hard not to and to think light, open thoughts, but it was impossible. They called the anesthesiologist, and she was there pretty quick. I learned later on that I was the only person on the L&D floor – there were no other laboring moms on the floor until my baby was already out. So it was nice to not have to wait for anything. The nurse let me know that I would have to have an IV if I got the epi and I told her that I understood that.
OMG, getting an epi when I was in such hard labor and was supposed to be completely still was HELL. I just kept telling myself that as soon as it was over, I would be in much less pain. Once the epi was placed, I was much more coherent. I had a conversation with the nurse (I had been in such pain that it hadn’t even dawned on me that the nurse was the same who had checked me in… and I had her reintroduce herself to me – I had no clue who she was. LOL)
Soon after the epi was placed, it was shift change and I got the most amazing delivery nurse. She was so awesome – she came in to introduce herself and had already read my birth plan. She told me that she understood that I obviously had deviated from it by getting the epi, but that she would do whatever she could to help me follow the rest of it. She was so incredible – she actually talked to the doctor who delivered me later to make sure that he understood what my wishes were in pushing and that he wouldn’t cut the cord right away, etc. She was a better advocate for my birth plan than I was. I couldn’t have asked for a better nurse. Anyway, she loved that I was trying to go as natural as possible – she said it was exciting to get someone who understood birth and the risks of all kinds of interventions. She pointed out that they don’t see much in the way of natural birth at that hospital (which I knew – the hospital that I delivered at has the second highest induction and c/s rates in the state) and that she was excited any time that she got to help with one.
The epi worked fantastic – I still had a lot of ability to move the bottom half of my body, but the pain was gone, and it did what I obviously needed – it relaxed me. I moved pretty rapidly at that point from 5cm to 8cm, with a bulging bag of waters. She asked if I was open to having the OB break my water, and I told her that since I had the epi that I was okay with it. So the OB stopped in a few minutes later and did that, and within another half hour, I was at 10 but I still had a bit of a lip of cervix and we realized it was where my cyst was. But after another 10 minutes or so, it was gone, so the cyst was no hindrance which was a huge relief.
The OB that delivered me was not my doctor – he was at the other hospital that I could have delivered at doing a c/s, so he couldn’t make it. But the delivering OB happened to be the one other OB in the practice that I knew and was comfortable with, which was awesome! The only people that I saw that day during labor were my doula, DH, my delivery nurse, and the OB – I never had a bunch of people in the room, and never felt likeI was on display or really that I was in a hospital – I couldn’t have asked for better. I was on my back because of the epidural, but my wishes were honored and no one directed my pushing at all – I could feel the pressure when I had a contraction, so I pushed three times with my first contraction, then with the second I pushed once more and the head was out. With my next push, the rest of my baby boy was out and he was placed right on to my chest for skin to skin contact. He was beautiful and only cried for a second. Once the cord stopped pulsing, the OB clamped the cord and DH got to cut it. I was able to nurse pretty much immediately, and he didn’t leave my arms for the first 30 minutes or so. I thought that it was amazing that I got to have that bonding time uninterrupted in the hospital. The nurse did a few checks on the baby while he was in my arms and gave him apgar scores of 8 and 9. Finally I told the nurse that I was anxious to know how much he weighed, so she went ahead and took him to the scale to weigh and measure him. He was 6lbs. 11oz and 18.5 inches long – my biggest baby yet.
I know this was long and kind of a ramble, and I plan to refine it later – I have a postnatal appt with my doula tomorrow who took notes, so it’ll be interesting to get her notes and see what happened that I don’t remember. lol