My name is Ashley. I live in Jarrell Texas. I have two wonderful kids Kayla (4) and little Bryan(17 months). I have been married to my dh, Bryan, for almost 5 years. I just thought I would share my c-section stories with yall.
I went into my doctors office for my last check up on monday. I was due the week before. At my appt my doctor (which I love so much) scheduled my induction for that friday. He also decided to "strip my membrane" which BTW hurts pretty bad. That night I went home, and lost my mucus plug, but no contractions. (bummer!!!) Bright and early Friday morning we went to the hospital. My doctor comes in and breaks my water and starts pitocin. (my sister had a very quick labor the week before so I assumed I was going to be the same way! YEAH RIGHT!!!) My contractions started within an hour of the start of pitocin. I layed around the hospital in pain. My family kept trying to talk me into getting an epidural, but I was scared of it. My poor husband (youngest of 3 boys) just couldnt believe what was going on. Finially after 5 hours of laying there and taking the contractions, i opted for my epidural. My doctor came in and checked me ( he doesnt like giving epidurals before 4cm dialated). He said that he could STRETCH me to a 4, so I could go ahead and get it! (THANK YOU DOC.) Nothing much happend after that. My nurse would check me every once in a while and I was staying at a 4. My doctor comes in and checks on me at 8pm. My dh had just stepped out to get something to eat. So My doctor checks me and I was still at a 4. He told me that he thought it would be in my best interest to go ahead and have a c-section because the risk of infection was getting greater by the minute. I FLIPPED OUT. I was so scared. my poor dh comes in to find me hysterical. I didnt really have a birth plan but a c-setion was NOT apart of what I wanted. So they prep me, the whole 9 yards and get me into the OR. I already had the epidural so all they had to do was turn it up. It seemed like I was in the OR 2 min before my dh came in. God Bless Him. He was so upset. He had never seen me so upset. What seemed like 2 more minutes I hear my baby cry. My doctor announces that "ITS A GIRL!" All I could do was cry. They show her to me over the curtan and then take her to get warm and toastey! They show her to me one more time before they take her off to get her bath and weight and measured. My doctor sews me up, and takes me back to my room. My sister comes into my room about 20min after I got back in there to tell my that my baby girl has SO much hair, the prettiest lips shes ever seen on a baby, and has my dh's baby toe (his sticks up in the air). Finially after what seems like forever they bring me my baby girl. Kayla weight in at 7 pounds 4 ounces and 21in long. She was born at 9:41 PM on October 17th.
My son was a completely different story. We knew from the time I found out I was pregnant with him that I was going to have a c-section. We went to our last appt on Tuesday (our c-setions was suppost to be scheduled for Wednesday) and found out my Doctors assistent forgot to schedule it so I have to suffer being pregnant for one more day. We went in at 6am on Thursday and the preped me for my c-section. I was suppost to go in at 7am, but another girl had an emergancy so I had to wait. This c-section was way different from my first. I was wide awake, and alert. My spinial wouldnt work, so they ended up going ahead and doing another epidural. Finially after what felt like FOREVER I hear my doctor say "We have a head...and its a big head!" As soon as I fill the pressure release and they pull my baby out my nurse says "Its a boy, AND HES PEEING!!!" I will never forget that!!! My baby boy weighed in at 7 pounds 13 ounces and 21 in long. He was born June 1st 2006 at 8:23 am. AND HE HAS MY DH's BABY TOE TOO!!!
My name is Mandy. I am from Cleveland, Oh. My baby boy was born December 19th, 2007. DH and I have been married for over a year - it was a year in October.
We were only married for six months when we decided we would try to make a baby. I was having problem with the birth control. I was bleeding for three weeks, and my doctor changed my BC but it was more expensive than what I was taking. I talked to DH and we both decided we could start trying. We are both older - so we did not want to wait to any longer, esp. since we are going to have more than one. I wasn't getting my period. I took a test on Mother's Day and I thought it was negative. I was not feeling good that day either, but I thought it was something else. Finally, in July I went to the doctor and she confirmed that I was pregnant. I was three months pregnant already. I thought since I had my period for three weeks, I would not get it for three months - Oops!
My pregnancy was so easy at first. I really did not have Morning sickness. I felt icky a couple of days, but it was not too bad. When I hit the 34th week, things started to happen. My blood pressure went up so high that I had to be put on Bedrest and go to the hospital for the weekend. I had to stop working, and just wait. On Monday Dec. 17th - I talked to my doctor about getting me induced or whatever. Tuesday Dec. 18th - I went for a biophysical U/S and the doctor decided to induce me because everything looked good. He would be small, but everything was developed. The only thing the doctor did not tell me, he was worried about the NST the day before. I was on there for an hour, he did not like what he saw. He did not want to tell me, since my blood pressure was already high.
I went in Tuesday night to get induced. As I was getting induced, baby's heartrate was going down. They had to give me oxygen and wait and see if they wanted to continue to induce or do c-section. My wonderful doctor and nurse were in total contact the whole night. They decided to do a c-section since they were not sure how Nicholas would handle the other way.
I was so scared. I never had surgery before. My doctor did a great job. My DH was wonderful. The nurse that was in there all night with me, was in surgery too, just to make sure I was okay. I felt a little tug, that was all. The spinal was not that bad. Recovery was okay. I was sick, felt like I was going to throw up and I was in and out of sleep. I wanted to hold my baby so bad, but I could not lift my head off the pillow.
In the end, I got my little peanut and he is great!
Here are the Stats:
December 19th, 2007
4 pounds 12 ounces
I'm Christina and I'm from the suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio. I had to have a scheduled c-section due to the baby's size and my small frame.
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008: I tried to get things settled down around the house and went to bed as early as possible. Of course, with the nerves for the next day, I didn't sleep that much (neither did Vince).
Monday, February 4th, 2008: We had to report to Fairview Hospital at 5:30am. Vince went and parked the car and I waited for him in the ER waiting area. We had a wheeled piece of luggage and this random patient/friend/visitor (?) helped us roll it up to the OB ward (Vince had to push me in the wheelchair). Random guy left and Vince and I went right in to the recovery area of the Birthing Center.
After I changed and Vince put on scrubs, the nurses prepped me and took all of my vitals and had me answer TONS of questions. The nurse anesthetist came in and it was literally his FIRST day on the job, so he was all sorts of confused with the paperwork and writing the stuff down. Made me a bit more nervous than I already was. He explained what the meds were for the spinal and then had me sign off on more paperwork.
About 7:00am, my Mom came back to recovery to make sure I was okay and to give me a hug and a kiss prior to the c-section. She could tell I was nervous. I was rolled in to the surgical room at 7:35am. My OB met me there and she kept me calm (along with a nurse) while the anesthesiologist taught the nurse anesthetists how to administer the spinal. Let me tell you, it worked pretty darn quickly. After I was given the spinal, Vince was allowed in.
All I really remember was that he stayed behind the drape up by my head. I did hear the OB say, 'rupture,' and about a minute later, she told Vince that if he wanted to see anything, now was the time to look (evidently, my rupture was pretty um, big, because there were splatters all the way up to the nurse anesthetist BEHIND my head). Out came Jacob at a nice 8 pound, 11.7 ounces and 20.25 inches long. Full head of hair and lungs that were working! Vince and I both cried.
After a few more minutes, Vince left me and went to the baby and did the Daddy duty of cutting the cord. I'm not too sure what happened after that, because he was escorted out of the room and they stitched me up and got me ready for recovery.
I went to the recovery and that's when I had the worst part of the whole 10 months. I never puked during my pregnancy, but I puked 3 times in recovery (due to the spinal drugs). Not too pleasant of a feeling when you have no feeling from your waist down and you're super drowsy.
They brought the baby in to us (my Mom and Vince were both there) and I got to hold him and put him to my chest right then. I'm not sure if he latched on at that point or not. Eventually, I got transferred up to the regular post partum room and the baby was in the regular nursery (this was about 2 hours later).
The rest of Monday was spent visiting with my Mom and Vince's family along with sleeping and working with Jacob getting him to breastfeed. That night I was able to walk about my room from the bed to the bathroom with the assistance of a nurse's aide. It was great to have feeling back in my lower body.
Tuesday, February 5th, 2008: I finally got the Foley catheter removed (not my IV heplock though). So, I was free to shower and move about. It was super nice. More people visited and I was able to spend time with Vince, my Mom, and the baby. My friends Jeneanne, Christie, and Jen came and visited, alon with my Aunt Karen and cousin Colleen. He did lose some weight overnight, which was normal, so we weren't too worried. I know my milk hadn't come in yet, but he was feeding on the good ol' colostrum.
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008: Today was NOT a good day. Again, Jacob lost more weight. He was down to about 7 pounds, 14 ounces or so. I did finally get up and showered and put on some clothes other than the hospital gown. I decided to take Jacob to the lactation support group in the nursery. The LC was helpful and saw that he was latching on okay. However, that morning, he was trying to feed literally every hour on the hour. It was very tiring.
After the lactation support class, Vince and I wanted a refresher in the bath class, so we wheeled Jacob back to the nursery. Again, he was so hungry, I had to leave the room and continue feeding. It just wasn't a good morning.
Vince's business partner and his boss visited so that was nice to see them.
The hunger didn't stop for Jacob. It got to the point where the nurse gave him 20mL of formula just to settle him down. A pacifier worked, as did a finger, but it turns out, he was just that hungry. Again, my milk hadn't come in yet (I was 2 days from the c-section).
On top of Jacob's hunger, I found out during the lactation group that I was severely iron deficient. Another colleague of my OB came in to tell me that I was very low and that I was on the road to a BLOOD TRANSFUSION. I was like, 'are you kidding me? I feel fine!' Anyway, they gave me an IV of Venefer (which looked like thick syrup -- it was sugar and iron. Nothing more than that).
That IV took about 2-3 hours to run it's course. Then my arm was so hard and it had so much pressure from the IV on it. Turns out that my heplock was infused and that's why it hurt so badly! I was in tears when they took the IV out (and I have a pretty high pain tolerance -- I'm the type to WATCH them put needles in and stuff).
Jacob was still super fussy when my Uncle, cousin, her boyfriend, and inlaws visited that night. It was just so frustrating that I was crying all over again. Christie and my Mom were there most of the afternoon and they could see how rough it was for me. Vince was good about holding the baby and helping him latch on (not at all the problem), but it just wasn't going well.
That night, I slept pretty well and fed Jacob when he was brought in to the room. He seemed okay.
Thursday, February 7th, 2008: Again, another day of weight loss. This time, he was under 7 1/2 pounds. Still no milk yet (3 days post partum -- I learned that you don't actually count the day of the birth). I went to the lactation class again, and Jacob was still latching quite well.
I felt better and I decided to go in normal clothes again. The nice thing was that we didn't have any visitors (except my Mom) for the day and Vince and I took it easy with the baby. It wasn't a bad day at all.
My blood work came back and I didn't have much of a jump in my iron count, so AGAIN, I had to have the IV of Venefer. Fortunately, they put the heplock in the other arm and it didn't hurt at all. (It's been over a week, and my original heplock arm is still bruised and sore)!
I didn't sleep well that night, and I think it was more because I was worried about my milk and also anxious to be discharged on Friday.
Friday, February 8th, 2008: Vince came in and had Jacob's car seat ready to go. However, he was down to 7 pounds, 2 ounces and had a bit of a fever. That tipped the nurses and my pediatrician off.
Here's the scary part: The pediatrician was concerned about infection and the fact that Jacob kept losing weight. So, he had him admitted to the NICU. This is where I just started crying. The main reason he was losing weight was because my milk still had not come in yet. I find out that sometimes, milk production is delayed in 1st time Moms, and with c-section deliveries. Well, there's 2 strikes against me. Of course, I feel totally guilty like it's my fault.
They take Jacob to the NICU, and I'm still not even discharged. We got my staples taken out and went through the process of what to do upon discharge later in the evening. When we went to the NICU, Jacob was the biggest baby there (fortunately; it was so heartbreaking to be there with a relatively healthy baby -- my heart went out to all of those families.) and he was hooked up to wires and IVs. They gave him antibiotics to see if he had any infections (he didn't) and they were loading him up with fluids. Turns out, he was dehydrated, a lot.
While in the NICU, we worked on breastfeeding with a supplemental nursing system from Medela. After the breastfeeding, we gave him 60mL (2 ounces) of formula to make sure he was getting enough. Plus, I pumped after every feeding to stimulate my supply. It was very tiring and hard, but we kept it up because I really wanted to make sure he got breastmilk as much as possible (the neonatalogist and NICU nurses agreed).
We left the NICU and I got discharged around 7:00pm that night. We went back down to the NICU and stayed there until about 9:00pm. Then Vince and I went home because of sheer exhaustion. It was awful going home without the baby with us.
Saturday, February 9th, 2008: After pumping throughout the night and calling the NICU early in the morning, we got back to the hospital around 8:00am. I began the supplemental nursing system and pumping right away. Turns out, Jacob's fever was down and his weight was 7 pounds, 8 ounces! Plus, there was no infection. He still had IV fluids going and was in an isolette, but he was on his way to recovery. His skin tone was better and he was starting to be more alert and content as opposed to being so agititated like he was in the regular nursery.
We stayed until about 9:00pm that night too. We both spent the day holding him and feeding him and just staying close. My milk FINALLY started coming in (5 days post partum). Now we needed to stop and see what my supply would be.
Sunday, February 10th, 2008: After pumping throughout the night and calling the NICU early in the morning, we got back to the hospital around 8:00am. Jacob's temperature was normal and he was up to 7 pounds, 12 ounces or so. We got to the hospital and I started breastfeeding and Vince gave him a bottle while I pumped. That routine went all day.
The neonatologist gave me a prescription for Reglan, which is a drug to help increase my milk supply. She was fine with his progress, but wanted me to still breastfeed, supplement, and pump to keep my supply going and to be sure he was getting enough. I started the drug that afternoon after Vince and I had lunch.
Jacob was totally off of IV fluids by the evening, they wanted to see if he would maintain weight and keep the fever off. Fortunately, he did. The nurse was pretty confident that he would be discharged on Monday. Vince and I stayed until about 9:00pm and kept up the holding, feeding, supplementing, pumping routine.
Monday, February 11th, 2008: After pumping throughout the night and calling the NICU early in the morning, we got back to the hospital around 8:00am. His fever was gone and he was up to 8 pounds, 2 ounces!
Let's not forget that this was the coldest day of the year AND he was able to be discharged. The neonatalogist who admitted Jacob also discharged him. He told us that it was strictly dehydration as to what got him in the NICU in the first place. He explained what to look for and also what we needed to do as far as feeding was concerning. We stayed with the breastfeeding, supplementing (preferrably with breastmilk), and pumping for 15 minutes routine.
We dressed him up and took him home. My Mom met us there to help get us situated and settled in. He ate well and the dog and cats didn't seem to mind him. Vince and I both took naps when we were able to.
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008: Our 1st pediatrician appointment and Jacob was 8 pounds, 4 ounces! He agreed to stick with the feeding plan.
That's Jacob's birth story. Sorry it's so long, but there was a lot of detail and unexpected events that went along with it!
Oh well, the bottom line is that he's home and he's healthy!
I guess I'm coming out of lurkdom.
my name is CJ and I had my little sunshine via c/s last May.
my c/s story:
I went in for a regular NST/OBGYN appointment at 40W1D. NST tech had problems to get the NST numbers due to a not cooperation child (she was always that stubborn), so in to the u/s. Everything looked fine, but tech was a little concerned since the AF level had dropped since the other check from 2 weeks ago. I didn't think I anythig would happen since I was scheduled for induction 5 days later anyways. But the u/s doc decisded it was time to admit me. So I went 2 floor up into L&D.
At noon the inserted a folley bulb to help me dilate to at least 3 so they could start the pitocin. Folley fell out at about 4:00 pm and close to 4 cm. They started the pit and decided they had to monitor my baby constantly. Unfortunately she did not cooperate (like usual) and the nurse had to came in a million times to adjust the belts and monitors because it couldn't pick up the hb good. By 11:00 pm they decided to break my water to put an internal monitor onto my babys head. After that and the pitocion up to count 10 it really got ugly painful. My contractions came in right after each other and full force. By 4:00 am I asked to be checked and when the doc said I was just at 5 cm I begged for an epi. Epi came in sometimes around 6 or so, I was 6 cm and I could sleep a little. By noon, 12 hrs after breaking my water, I was still at the 6 cm. Another doc, the 3rd one due to shift changes for me, came in, checked me and told me to think about a c/s, it was 1:00 pm and I could feel the contractions in my behind. I was laying in that bed on my right side since midnight, I couldn't change positions because babys heartrate would drop, a sign that she probably had the cord wrapped or was laying on it. At 2 pm they checked again, me still on 6 cm and babys hb dropping. I made the decision to give my ok for the c/s.
the anestesiologist (sp?) topped the epi and my nurse gave me some nasty stuff to drink that was suppost to neutralize stomach acid so I wouldn't get sick. Guess what, I made me sick. I was lying in the OR, they started opening me, I still had the oxygen mask (since hours) on me and felt like I had to throw up. I paniced because I thought I would choke on my own throw up. They gave me something and I just hoped it would be over soon. I remember the first words of the doc were "look at those chubby cheeks" and my baby was born at 3:57 pm. the nurse held the baby over the curtain, but I couldn't see her because that damn curtain was hanging in my face and she took the baby already to the check up together with my DH. I was crying because I hadn't seen her and hubby was gone. I thought, damn, here I'm lying now and nobody cares. DH came back with the baby just for a minute because he had to leave with her so they could close me up.
The whole thing was really quick, probably because I had the head surgeon and was the 4th emergency c/s and followed by another 4 for this day. they wheeled me back to the L&D room instead of recovery because recovery was full. But I was doing better with my L&D anyways. I had the shakes real bad and had to have a couple of warm blankets and still couldn't hold my baby because I was shaking so bad. but I could have her on my chest, at least that. I also was able to latch her on (with nurses help) for her first nursing.
I was really terrified by the thought of the c/s befor I had one. I thougth I wouldn't be able to do anything, but it was actually not that bad. I was allow to take a shower the next morning and I had only problems with getting out of the bed for the first couple of hours.
Recovery went well so far. I only had problems with one little bity stich that would close up (or most likely opened up from doing too much), so I had to pack that little hole for a few weeks.
We are going to start TTC next month and if I have to have another c/s so be it
Hi my name is Martie and my DH is Carel. Our DS, Marcel, was born on October 04 2005 after being in a transverse lie. We live in South Africa.
This is my story. Sorry it is very long...
Long before I even wanted children, I was determined to have a completely natural birth. During my pregnancy I read up on everything I could get my hands on relating to vaginal births. I did all the necessary kegel exercises. I’ve done the perineal massages and drank raspberry leaf tea – everything to prepare myself for having a natural birth. I never even paid much attention when they discussed c/sections at our pre-natal classes because I wasn’t going to do that. But…things don’t always end up the way you plan or the way you hope and I ended up with an emergency c/section. This is my story.
I went for my last scheduled weekly OB checkup on Friday Sept 30 2005 and we found that baby was head down again and 3/5 engaged and I was 2cm dialted. OB was very hopeful that labor would start soon but she was also worried because there was little amnio fluid left and baby’s movements slowed down drastically. She told me to go home and wait it out as she thought labor would start soon and I’d have my baby over that weekend. WRONG! I was also told that if nothing happened by my due date on Oct 03, I should see her again on the next day (Tuesday) to discuss induction because she was a bit scared to make me walk too far over my time seeing that DS already measured 42w on the u/sound.
So… the weekend came and went with me anxiously checking my body for the slightest twinge or contraction that would indicate labor. Sure I still got the BH contractions and they grew in intensity, but the pains just stayed in my lower back and lower abdomen. My due date (Monday 03 Oct ‘05) came and I sent DH to work, telling him nothing was going to happen. (Since the beginning of my pregnancy I had this idea that I’d go into labor during the early morning of my due date, and me telling my DH in the morning as he prepare to go to work not to bother and rather take me to the hospital. Oh well… things don’t always go the way you plan. This I know now.) I decided to venture into the shops, trying to WALK myself into labor until I just finally didn’t have the strength in me to make another step, so I dragged myself to the car and just sat there for about 10 minutes with the aircon blowing at full speed while I catch my breath and head home. After I got home I fell on the bed and slept for almost 4 hours until DH got home.
At this stage I felt like crying because the day was almost over and I was heading for the “overdue club”. DH decided to take me out for dinner (our last dinner for “just the 2 of us” and we once again walked around to try and speed things up. We knew that we’d make a definite decision by the next day and that we’d have our baby with us pretty soon (if not the next day, the day after that).
I had to see the OB at 8:45 on Tuesday October 04, but after a good night’s sleep, I woke up at about 06:00 and I got really nervous. I knew that something was wrong because the pressure was gone and I slept through without once needing to go to the loo for a wee. I also knew that an induction was waiting for me and the thought of having my baby that day was mind blowing! I went through my birth plan and re-wrote it about 3 times, then had breakfast and woke DH up. I was restless around the house so we went to his parents (who live about 3 blocks away from the OB) for tea and after that made our way for the last visit to the OB.
When we got there, I had to do the usual routine (pee’d on my hands with the stupid small cup for the last time too) and then it was time for the last examination. The OB was not impressed with what she felt. After baby was head down and 3/5 engaged on Friday, he pulled his head out of my pelvis again and he was in transverse position (shoulder breech). The u/s showed that there was basically no amnio fluid left (only 2 small puddles) and this was really alarming to the OB and she said we must get the baby out at one way or the other as soon as possible. She did an internal examination, but I was still at 2cm, no change from the previous Friday and still 0% effaced. She then said that it was highly unlikely that I would go into labor on my own because there seemed to be a problem with baby’s head not going further down the pelvis and to top it all he was now transverse. She couldn’t really say what caused it and she was afraid that the u/cord was around his body, pulling him back or if it was his head being too big or him just playing games with us. She recommended that we do c/section right away or as soon as possible to get him out. I asked her if there wasn’t a way to have him born vaginally and she was quite hesitant and told me since he was transverse and he had his head tilted backwards he wouldn’t come out and I’ll end up with a c/section anyway. She offered to give me an induction but said that because of baby’s size and the low amnio fluids and his high stress levels, she’d only give me 6 hours. She said she knew that I wanted to try natural labor and that she would be fine with whatever we decide to do. She then put me on the fetal heart monitor for 10 minutes and left us alone to make our decision.
I told DH that the health of our baby was more important to me than giving birth vaginally and I was really scared that something was wrong, because something caused him not to go further down the pelvis. It took us about 5 minutes to decide on doing the c-section, just because the risk of something going wrong was too big and we didn’t want to take any chances with our baby’s health.
After the 10 minutes the OB came back and we told her we wanted the c/section because we felt it was safer for the baby. She then explained exactly what would happen, how long it would take and how long the hospital stay would be and then she checked for a time to go to theatre – and they squeezed us in for 12:00 pm! We had to be at the hospital at 10:00 to check in and for me to be prepared for the c/section. We left her practice at 09:45.
We got home and I went through my hospital bag and removed all the “labor things” from my bag and then we headed to hospital! It felt strange walking out the house knowing that when I walk back in through these doors, I’ll be a mommy!
At the hospital things really started moving! My OB told us to immediately go to the Maternity ward, where they were waiting for me. They even fetched my file from the reception desk! They took me to one of the rooms and explained what would happen next. I just stared at them and heard them talking, but I wasn’t listening at all! I had this weird feeling of being anxious, scared and incredible excitement all at once! Once the nurse stopped talking, DH had to go to reception to book me in and they took me to get shaved and hooked me up to the fetal monitor again while I had to sign papers giving them authorization to do the c/section, get my thumb-print on a piece of paper and then I was taken back to the room. The nurse also came to shave me and in a stupid moment I offered to do it myself, just to look down and realizing I can’t see there! When DH came back, he told me that he decided to get me a private room because sharing a room with 3 other moms and their crying newborns (BEST DECISION EVER!). They gave me my theatre outfit to put on and a nurse came to administer the IV and catheter. I never had either inserted whilst being awake and it was horrible! The nurse told DH he can either leave while she does it or he can stay – I swore him all kinds of bad things if he even thought about leaving me! I squeezed his hand to bits while she inserted the IV and after that the catheter – that was horrible! She kept telling me not to concentrate on the awkward feeling between my legs but that is almost impossible not to feel the balloon in your urethra! After that the nurse left and we sat there in the room, waiting for the clock to reach 12:00 and with every minute that went by, the anxiety/fear/excitement feeling grew stronger and stronger. I’d feel as if I wanted to start crying and then ended up laughing. I can’t really say which of the 3 emotions were the strongest, but I know there is no word to describe the feeling.
All of a sudden they told me it is time to go and the porter arrived to take me to theatre. We spent about 15 minutes in the pre-op room (which felt like 15 hours) with almost everyone who was going to be in theatre coming in to say hi and good luck and then my OB came and told me we’re going in!
The anesthetist came and told me that he was going to do the spinal block and explained exactly what was going to happen, what he was going to do and how I was going to feel. He then told me to sit forward and keep still and he told me that I might feel some pain as the needle goes in, but it would go away quickly. At this time DH stood next to me looking and I just felt pressure, no pain in the back, but pain in my hands as DH squeezed me harder and harder! Then suddenly the anesthetist told me to sit up straight and my feet started feeling nice & warm. They made my lie down (12:15) and then the OB came and asked me how I was feeling. I was so scared that I was going to feel some pain but she promised she won’t start before I was all numb and after another minute or so she poked me in the stomach and asked if I could feel the pain, not the pressure. She did this a few times and then she started.
From here onwards things went pretty fast. I tried looking into the theatre light to see a reflection on what was going on but couldn’t really see. DH stood next to me and held my hand and took pictures with the other hand and also told me what they were doing. All of a sudden I felt horrible, I started sweating and I felt thirsty and shaky and told the anesthetist I wasn’t feeling too great. He then gave me some magic potion in a small bottle and I felt okay again. DH said I went from all rosy to an icy pale in just a few seconds and my blood pressure dropped quite a lot.
Suddenly, after about 3 minutes (that felt like 3 hours), DH told me they are through and the anesthetist told me that he was now going to push the baby down and boy… that felt horrible! It felt as if they were going to push all my intestines through the bed! Then I heard the OB saying that there was no way his head would go through my pelvis and then I felt this weird sensation as if this huge thing was pulled from my stomach and I immediately felt the pressure lifting. The screen was lowered for me to see him being born and suddenly the OB stood there with this bluish baby, frowning like mad in her arms and I knew gosh… that came from my body!!! I started crying, DH told me he was gorgeous and also started crying and then the whole room was filled with the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard… the sound of my newborn baby boy’s first cry! They suctioned his airways, clamped & cut the cord and then took him to be weighed & cleaned up. I told DH I was fine and he should go with our son and he then kissed me and went over to where they were cleaning him. I just laid back feeling tremendously fulfilled and I just cried out of pure joy! DH came later to say that he weighed 3.89kg (8.57 lbs). They then brought him over to me to see close-by and the moment I spoke to him, he stopped crying and just frowned, trying hard to open his little eyes. A feeling of love for this tiny person washed all over me and I wanted to kiss him but I wasn’t sure if I could… then suddenly I thought “he’s MY baby, I can kiss him” and I gave him lots of kisses before they took him away again. He scored 9/10 on both his apgars, but the pediatrician wasn’t happy with his body temperature and she told me that they were going to take him to the nursery to be put in an incubator to heat up. It felt horrible to be separated from him and I started to cry again! OB reassured me that he was perfectly healthy, just a bit cold and that they needed to warm him up, but I shouldn’t worry.
The stitching up part took long but they were finally done and they took the screen away just as they took the sheet from underneath and I saw these 2 pale legs being held wide open in the air! It felt weird and I knew it was my legs, but it looked like someone else’s because I couldn’t feel a thing. The whole operation took about 35 minutes and then they were done and I was wheeled to the recovery room. I have no idea how long I stayed there, I just kept asking them to take me to the room and to bring me my baby.
After a while they took me to my room and DH came to say that our baby was now wide awake and very cute and curiously looking around, but they said he was still too cold to take out. I told him not to worry about me and that I would be fine, but he should stay with our son. He was finally able to bring him to me after almost 2 hours and when he put our son in my arms and I could hold him and see him for the first time, I cried again! We named him Marcel and I tried to breastfeed him (difficult with IL’s walking in on DH’s heels) but he battled and soon drifted off to sleep. It was difficult to get him to drink and later that afternoon the one nurse told me that she was going to take him to give him a supplement because he’s not drinking. I told her under no circumstances and we expressed 5 teaspoons colostrums, after which she was happy and she left him with me. He finally started drinking, but breastfeeding proved to be much more difficult than I thought, but we succeeded and he breastfed until he was 1 year old.
My name is Tassa. I had to deliver my little girl Leslie via C-section because I was having some complications due to Diabetes.
It was a shock, really. I had gone in on Tuesday for an NST, and she had a drop in her heartrate. They had me go back in on Wednesday to make sure, but it happened again. So Thursday morning I went to my OB for an ultrasound. I found out that she was healthy, but my amniotic fluids were low, borderline acceptable, and I was having calcification of the placenta.
Not to mention I was only one day away from my 38 week mark, and wasn't even having Braxton Hicks. She told me she would feel much better if I could go in for a C-section either that day or the next...
I went home and woke my fiance, and asked him what he thought. We decided that if it would be safer to have the baby that way, rather than possibly risk injury or death trying to bear her naturally, then I could put up with it.
So we went in that day. By 2:30 I was prepped and in the O.R. I don't remember much from the operation except that the spinal actually hurt me. They kept hitting my sciatic nerve with the needle. And I cried when I heard my baby's first cry at 3:01pm.
I'm still recovering. And there are a lot of things bothering me. Mostly my loss of freedom (not from the baby, but from not being able to drive!).
Hi - my name is Pamela and I had a c-section in July '08- I was about 35 weeks and went into labor; after four days of contractions my water broke and my bottom-down breech baby was delivered by c-section. Amazingly, I had a good surgery and a speedy recovery - I didn't want a c-section but I wasn't against them necessarily - it was more being older, and overweight, I thought my recovery would be horrible but I was up and walking the next morning (slow but on my own). The worst part was getting the spinal and the ankle swelling I had about a week later. The baby was in NICU for a couple of days, so I longed to see her but I got my rest. My biggest issue now, is one that seems to be shared by others here, ocassional incision pain and twitching. I pop in this board from time to time so it's nice to know I'm not alone.
Me and Dh have been married for 4 years on Jan 15th, this was our first baby and we really wanted to do everything naturally, but we ended up with a induction and a C-Section...
Bentley Keith Wyatt
December 11, 2008
5:00 PM Pacific Standard Time
7 pounds 14.2 ounces
20 inches long
On Wednesday Feb 10th, I had my weekly appointment at 8:30 am. By this point in my pregnancy I was so DONE… His head was so low it hurt to walk. My back had really started hurting and I couldn’t do much at all without really bothering me. I had been hoping to deliver naturally and to go into labor well before they thought about inducing me. The doctors had told me that I would not go past 39 weeks. I was 39 weeks and 2 days at this point. The last ultrasound showed that he weighed 8 lbs. everything looked great, but Dr. Anderson did not want to push our luck. She decided that because of the gestational diabetes, there were issues that could easily arise at any time. My mom and I were kind of hoping that she would say let us induce now, but she said that we could do it either the next day or on Friday. I decided on Friday, and she told us that I would need to come in that evening so they could insert the Cervadil that would help me dilate. I would need to stay the night in the hospital. So we went home and we packed our bags and cleaned the house. We also decided to go get the bassinet I had been eyeing so he would have some place to sleep. After dinner away we went!
That night was pretty uneventful, just lots of anticipation about what would happen the next day. We played a couple games and put together a puzzle. I had to keep a heart monitor for the baby as well as a monitor for my contractions wrapped around my stomach all night. This was extremely uncomfortable. Every time I would move the nurses would have to come in and fix the monitor. Finally at 5:00 am they started the Pitocin. There was a whole lot of waiting around still. It didn’t really seem like anything was starting, and I even read some in my book. Around 6 or 6:30 the contractions started coming. I didn’t need to breathe through them and the pain was not too bad. After 7, I was wanting to move around, and Will and I started walking the hallway. Around 7:30 I called my parents to make sure they were on their way. At 8 the Doctor came to see me and decided she was going to do a procedure to help me dilate seeing as the Cervadil did not help at all. Something about blowing up a balloon near my cervix, I really was not sure what this would entail. However the staff could not find latex-free supplies. While the Doctor had been waiting she was watching baby and my contractions. It seems that every time I would have a contraction the baby’s heartbeat would drop. This is normal if this happens during the contraction as long as it is not too significant. However, his heartbeat was dropping after the contractions. At this point she decided to break my water and to insert two internal monitors. One of these would actually screw in just under the baby’s skin on his head. The other one was put in place to monitor my contractions. With the use of these monitors hopefully they could tell more about these decelerations. I was very upset about the use of this monitor, because I knew it was in his head and in my mind it was a lot worse off then it actually was (he was born without so much as a scrape), and it was extremely painful and uncomfortable.
After this procedure my mom and our Doula, Christa arrived. The contractions at this point were getting about 10 minutes apart and starting to be painful. They still pretty much felt like strong menstrual cramps, but with every one they were getting stronger and stronger. The hardest part was that I was on an IV that was administering fluids, so I had to pee pretty much every 45 minutes or so. It wasn’t long and I had to lean on Will or whoever was close by. My mother and Christa were so helpful, and I had no questions about my mom being there. Anytime I would ask something, the three of them would rush to get it.
The Doctor came back and checked on me about lunch time. I was 3 cm dilated and starting to efface. How exciting! I was making progress! I knew I could do it! The baby’s heart rate was still decelerating, so Dr. Anderson said that I could not leave my room and walk anymore. I had to stay on the monitors as much as possible. (They had to be removed whenever I went to the bathroom) She also wanted me to start oxygen, because if I got more oxygen, he would too! At this point the contractions were getting a lot closer. Over the next couple hours they got a whole lot closer, and a whole lot stronger. The pain was so intense, everyone helped by counting with me from 1 to 10 and back down again. Sometimes counting to 10 and repeating 10 over and over again until it was over. They also all got pretty good about looking at the monitor and telling me, “Okay, almost over! Only ten more seconds…” I am not sure how they knew this but I would trust them every time!
We all thought I had made a lot of progress, and the oxygen seemed to help baby quite a bit. Mary Jo, who was my nurse for the day and absolutely amazing, came and checked me. I had felt some small urges to push while in the restroom, and my contractions were 1 and a half to 2 minutes apart and 40-120 seconds long. We were hoping for me to be 8 cm dilated, or at least a lot more than 3 cm. I was only 4 cm dilated. She called the Dr., who told her to stop the Pitocin and that she would be over in about half an hour to talk with us. I remember being in the middle of a contraction bending over my birth ball on the bed, when the nurse told us this. I had been doing really well rocking and rotating my hips during the contractions. After hearing this, I just slumped over and then went and sat in the rocking chair. We all knew that the Doctor was thinking about doing a Cesarean Section.
I sat in the rocking chair for quite awhile, we had been told that the contractions would slow down within 15 minutes or so. Well, they were still pretty strong! At this point I asked my doula to step out of the room and I asked my mom and will to pray with me. We prayed for a peace about the situation, for guidance for the doctor, and most of all for peace to come to us. My doula came back in the room and we all talked about what would happen if the doctor told us that we needed a c- section. We decided that we would ask for 2 more hours of labor, and then if nothing were to happen we could reevaluate. The doctor came in and she told us that basically she just wanted to give the baby a break, since he was under some distress. By stopping the pitocin, hopefully his heart rate would stop dropping.
The doctor stayed for a few minutes and went over with us the risks of a c-section, and the details of the procedure. While she was talking with us I was having contractions on my own, and his heartrate was still dropping. She asked for the nurse to give me a shot that would completely stop my contractions, and got serious with us. When she told me the baby was still at -2, I made my decision. I knew instinctively that something was wrong and this baby needed to come out.
The next hour was pretty stressful. I have had a few broken bones, but never any stitches or anything like that. I got myself pretty worked up about the procedure. The anthesologist came in and explained what he would do and he gave me this awful lemon stuff that gave me instant horrible heartburn. I asked if I could use the restroom which everyone laughed at because I would be getting a catheter shortly, but I had to go! After that the nurse took out my internal monitors, I got back in bed, and away we went!
As we went down the hallway I got more and more stressed out. When we got into the operating room my blood pressure had shot up. (I don’t remember what it was exactly, but they were freaking out about it) I also tested my blood sugar, and even though it had been 68-90 all day, it had shot up to 134. The two assistants and the anthesologist were great though, and eventually I calmed down. We ended up having to wait a few minutes for the doctor, but once she came in things went pretty quick. The strangest thing was the “bear hug” which is this big bubble they laid over my chest and arms, that had a blanketed bottom. There was warm air circulating through it so I stayed warm. It was wonderful!
They let Will in and he was able to hold my hand. I still had really bad heartburn which was really annoying, since I certainly couldn’t sit up! We propped some more pillows under me and that helped. They started cutting and then all I could fill were these weird sensations. It felt like to me that I had a HUGE baby kicking me! That was the only thing I could liken it to; all those kicks from the past few months, only many times stronger. It seemed like forever until they got to the baby. Everyone was just chatting during the procedure, which was so weird to me to be awake for that. Then finally they got to him, she pulled him out and said, “Yup, it’s definitely a boy!” I heard his little cry which was so amazing.
They put him over on a table to the left of me, and I could not begin to describe all the emotions I went through. This amazing little being came out of my body! And he came out okay, and he is going to be okay! They did his apgars which were 9/9!!!! The nurse picked him up off the table and he grabbed a hold of the scissors that were sitting there!
Will brought him over for a picture, and suddenly I got sick from the medicine. So we have this lovely first photo of us with me throwing up! And I started itching all over like mad, this did not go away until after I got home. Although it did lessen with some other meds they gave me. We finally got into the recovery room, and I could see him again. It still felt like forever until I had him in my arms. When I finally did, more of those emotions hit. He is SO amazing! We actually started to latch in the recovery room, and had our battles, but we are still breastfeeding!
I'm Tabitha - 23, I live in Hayes, VA about 15 minutes North of the Yorktown battlefields. I'm a newlywed - July 18th, 08 we were married on the beach in Yorktown (very hot but nice!) I was 6 months preggo, so the heat kicked my tail haha. I have 2 kids, Cole who's almost 20 months (5.2.07) and Kelsey who is almost 2 months (11.6.08 ). My c-section wasn't planned at first, I was scheduled for an induction do to a highrisk pregnancy thanks to a blood issue (MTHFR) and having to use heparin the duration of the pregnancy.
November 6, 2008
I went in for my final appointment on the Tuesday before my scheduled induction, hoping to have my membranes swiped again hoping to avoid pitocin totally... when my OB did an internal he made a face and said he was feeling the babys hand vs. her head (GREAT!). So he did an US and confirmed that she was indeed in the transverse breech position and not head down. So my induction was changed to a c-section.
Thursday morning rolls around and we got to the hospital around 6 am for labs and prep. My nurses and OB come to get me around 840 to get my preped for my spinal and get everything ready. I always thought I would be extremely nervous when I was sitting in the OR, but this extremely odd calm set over me and I was so ready to meet my little girl. Once they did my spinal and layed me down I started to get really sick. My BP dropped to about 70/30 and I started throwing up - well, it just started rolling out of my mouth since I couldn't feel anything from the chin down (ugh so gross). Once they got my BP straight I started to panic cause I couldn't feel myself breathing, but just focused on taking slow deep breaths and my DH's face once he came in.
At 930 Kelsey was born - and goregous of course! DH brought her over and we took our first family picture, and DH and baby went off to the nursery to get weighed and cleaned up. I decided to have a tubal so I was in surgery a little longer than normal. I got into recovery around 10ish and started throwing up again - this time much worse. It wasn't my BP but just the moving around after anestesia. I stayed in there until after 12 because my blood wasn't clotting like it was supposed to (the pushing on my abdomen was the WORST part of it - she did it so hard!!!). They ended up having to give me an injection in my thigh to get me to start clotting. That finally worked and I headed up to my room to meet my baby!
I think the worst part besides having my belly pushed on, was having the epidural in my back... I made them take it out that night because I was so miserable. I took pain meds for the first 2 days once my epi came out and then took motrin the rest of the time. Recovery has been a breeze for me and I went back to work at 5.5 weeks. I actually wish I could have done this the first time around - it was perfect. Better than I expected :)
My Story :)
Hello All! I'm Emily and I am new to the site! I had a my beautiful daughter 9 1/2 months ago via c-section and am now pregnant again. I am excited, but nervous b/c my first was a traumatic experience!!!
I had ALWAYS planned to have a a very natural birth (vaginal, no meds, nursing right away, baby sleeping in the room, etc.). I even looked down on women who opted for c-section (sorry :(...). So everything was going as planned, my pregnancy had been perfect.
My water broke at 5:00 am and I took my time. I showered, ate breakfast and my husband, mom and I headed to the hospital. When we arrived I was contracing and I didn't even know it! The doctor came in to visit and said that I was at 2 cmm and everything looked good. I didn't take an epidural, I was doing it and was so proud!
But...15 hours later I was still at 2 cmm! So, they decided a c-section was the best option. I begin crying hysterically. I had always wanted my mom in the room with me, but they told me she couldn't be, and I began crying even harder. I was crying so hard, I was shaking and could not calm down. They had a really hard time giving my the spinal because I was so upset (and, let me tell you...the spinal was the WORST part!). The c-section was uneventful but the doctor didn't even lift my dd up for me to see when they pulled her out. I saw her for the first time on weight table, my hubby brought her over and I kissed her for a while and then she was gone...and I was still strapped to that table!
After I was wheeled back to the room, I kept asking for my baby to nurse, but the nurse told me that she had low blood sugar and I so they were going to give her a bottle. I was outraged but was too exhausted to respond. Luckily, they didn't and finally they brought her to me, and I was able to nurse her. I had a reaction to the morphine and my face was itchy and swollen for days. I was so exhausted that night that I had to send my baby to the nursery. Nothing had gone as planned....
I eventually got over my anger, but now that I am pregnant again it is all coming back to me. I swore I was going to have a VBAC, but now it is only going to be 17 months between births...No matter what this time is going to be a better experience, but I would love to hear from some of you who have done it!