Claire Inara L
April 1st 6:36 pm
40 wks 4 days
7 lbs 7 oz 20 inches
Fiance and I got to the hospital at 445 am and checked in for my induction, which was set for 5. We got up to the room, I changed and a really wonderful nurse came in to start a three mile long list of questions. For the hour she was taking care of me (shift change was at 6) she was amazing. She was friendly and talkative and very funny. The next nurse wasnt so fun. She was very to the point and only occasionally made a joke or tried to be super friendly. Anyway, the first nurse got me hooked up to the monitors and she asked me if I was feeling the contractions. I turned to the screen and gave it, and her, the most confused look. Turns out I was have regular contractions 3 minutes apart, but it just felt like the baby was moving around. So then she got the IV in and started the pitocin and got me on my way. I sat there for two hours, not really feeling anything except the slightest bit of back pain (hooray for 13 hours of back labor!) My OB came in at 7 and broke my water. That was definitely an unusual feeling. When he was done he told me that little monster had already let loose some meconium so when it came time to push, I would have to stop once her head was out and let them suction her throat. After that contractions got bad, and fast. They checked me several times over the next few hours, and I stayed at 1-2 cm for at 3 hours, managed to eventually get to 3, and then 4. During one of the internals the nurse made a comment that made me so excited. After the first 3 or four hours of contracting painfully and nothing actually happening, I finally dilated enough to get the epidural. She said that baby had a nice head of hair on her. Unfortunately it took at least an hour to prep me and wait for the anesthesiologist to finish with the woman next door. Finally he comes in, asks a billion questions that I've already answered many times before. He asked me if I would be ok with student doing the epi. My fiance (who has always hated the idea of an epi and worried endlessly about my safety) was probably close to having a fit when I didn't immediately say no. The anesthesiologist said the student was just about to graduate, and was very good at it.He had just done the lady's before me. It took a little convincing, but my fiance agreed to it (I know it's my decision and I probably should have been more worried about a student doing it, but I let him decide because I know he's just looking out for me). The guy came in, set everything up, and it turned out to not be bad at all. The meds finally kicked and my legs were so numb, it actually almost hurt a little. Things were kinda slow and boring for a while after that. My brother, several of my SIL's, and some friends visited for about two hours. Somewhere in the midst of that the epi started wearing off, but only in one small area of my belly. The pain got back up to where it was before the epi, so they gave me another dose. That lasted until about 430 pm.
So after 9 hours of boring, and generally unevental labor, I finally got 5 cm. About an hour later the nurse came in to check me again (she had an errand to run, and last time she did that during someone's labor, the baby was delivered before she even got back) and I was a full 10. That shocked me. I had to get out my phone and start texting my mom to get her back in the room.
The nurse had me do a few practice pushes, and she said nothing was really happening ( I was still COMPLETELY numb, everywhere) and baby hadn't dropped enough. They had me sit with my legs in a weird and uncomfortable position for half an hour to get her to come down a little. Then, even though I was still numb, she had me started pushing. By that point the epi had started wearing off on my left side again. I pushed for at least an hour and a half before the nurse called my OB in. When he got there I guess things were picking up so he started doing a putting-on-his-scrubs-and-gloves dance. It was comical. That man is the greatest doctor ever. I pushed for a few minutes and apparently baby wasn't quite fitting so he tried to make room without cutting. That didn't work so he made a small cut on the inside (that's fiance says. i couldnt actually see that part) but that didnt work either so he to finally give me a 2nd degree episiotomy. Another few minutes of pushing and she eventually crowned, then her head came out and I spent a painful 5 minutes waiting for them to suction her throat. A few more pushes and little girl was out and screaming. It was so amazing. I was surprised to find myself watching everything happen. It was kinda mesmerizing, not weird like I expected. The OB spent a good 10 minutes sewing me up, which wasn't fun, but I spent the time listening to the funny conversations, and watching little girl being cleaned up.
Overall, it was pretty pleasant as far labors go.
I've got some pictures of her right after she was born.
Fiance started crying so hard when they handed her to me. He had to go to the bathroom and try to calm down, but it didn't help much. So when he went to the waiting room to announce her, the first reaction everyone had was "Oh S***, what happened." He said that his mom immediately exclaimed "Nooo!" (she's the only mother we know who has had a loss like that) and my brother said it was the scariest moment of his life. My fiance had to reassure everyone little girl was ok and that he was crying because he was happy.
my brother holding her.
her first bath
Last edited by knightinplaid92; 04-07-2009 at 08:17 PM.
Damien Gage L
April 8, 2009 at 3:10 PM
7 pounds, 10 ounces
18 3/4 inches
38 weeks, 6 days
Well, there's not much of a birth story since he was born via scheduled C-section since he stayed breech. I arrived at noon for the 2:30 surgery. I had an u/s right away to confirm he was breech. He hadn't moved from that same position for at least 12 weeks. I guess he thought it was comfortable! After the u/s, I was hooked up to the IV and monitors. His heart rate was great. Shortly before the surgery, I got the catheter (ugh, that was probably the worst part of everything until after the surgery) and IV antibiotics. I started crying right before they took me in because I was just feeling scared about the whole thing.
I actually got into the surgery at exactly the 2:30 scheduled time, which was nice and surprising since they were very busy that day and I was in a recovery room with 2 other women. It took about 25 minutes to get the spinal in. I’m not sure why, but they kept having problems. It didn’t hurt, though. It was more annoying bending over like that with the catheter in and with a big baby head in my ribs than the needle. He was just going to give up trying and try an epidural when he got it. My husband was freaked out because he was expecting them to come get him in 5 minutes and he thought something was wrong since it was taking so long.
The surgery itself went very well. The tugging and pulling I felt was not at all uncomfortable and I didn’t get nauseous from the anesthetic or anything. The baby was out in a few minutes, but the doctor didn’t hold him up for me to see so that was disappointing. I didn’t get to see him until the surgery was pretty much completely done. They did the weight and everything before showing him to me. My husband took a lot of pictures, though, so I got to see later. The baby wasn’t crying immediately when they took him out, but he started within a few seconds so I knew he was ok without seeing him. My husband said he cried when he saw the baby. I started getting choked up while I was waiting to see him because it was at least 25 minutes and I could hear him and hear some of the things nurses were saying but no one announced his weight and length to me or anything.
Holde Alexander Gordon M*******
April 2nd 2009 11:50 pm
77 ls 5 ozs 21.5 inches long
Woke up at like 5 am i couldn't sleep i was too excited about the prospect of meeting our new lil man. Called the hospital at 6:30 am and was told to come on in. So we went in for 7:30 got hooked up they monitored the baby for a bit to get a strip of his heartrate.
My doctor came in at like 8:00 or so and checked, my cervix was 1 cm dilated and 3 cm long she said i was not favorable and if they were busy she would send me home with no choices given but because they were empty she said i could stay to go ahead but risked a 50% chance of a section. We decided to go ahead and stay, so my doc put in a cervical foley (a foley catheter inserted into the cervix and inflated once you reach 3 cm dilated it falls out, some say it is painful i did not find it painful at all) at 9:30 am. She said it should fall out at suppertime and she would see me then. So we just had to wait. After it was in i was told to walk as much as possible to help my body dilate as much as possible, my nurse Lucy rocked and was being very supportive and let me alternate between resting for 30 min and walking for 45-60 min. I got hungry and the lunch tray they brought me was less then appealing rubber chicken fingers that bounced when dropped and a few pieces of potato thingys lmao so we decided to walk down to tim hortons to get a sandwich and a drink. Before we left we checked with my nurse to be sure i could leave the floor and she said it was ok but we started joking about the cath falling out down in the cafeteria haha and how excited i would be screaming about it falling out lmao. While we were downstairs i could feel it move a bit i thought so i said to Lee umm i think we better hurry up and go back up because it feels like it is going to come out soon. We had no sooner got up to my room and me back into bed and had a few bites of the food we bought, we were laughing and joking and mid laugh i felt it fall out this was at 1:00. I called Lucy in she thought it was histeracl that just after joking about it coming out in the cafe we just made it back to the room when it did come out, so she checked me but i was not dilated to the full three i was more 2 cm dilated and stretchy but my cervix was half as thick as it was when we started so i definetly made progress.
At 1:00 my doctor came back and was very surprised it fell out already and said she would try to break my water but she may not be able to reach it. luckily she was able to break my water and said that i could either start my oxytcin now or wait 6 hours after my water was broke for things to go on their own and then they would put up the oxytocin. I thought about it because i am an extreme needlephobe so this was a huge decision for me. I decided to go ahead and get the drip started right away because my body has been known to have ruptured membranes but contractions not to start and needing oxytocin anyhow so i figured i might as well save myself some time and not sitting there for 6 hours freaking out over the needle issue. So i had to start thinking about them putting in the IV which was not fun at all cause of the fear of needles. Lucy came in and tried to do my IV, i panicked and my vein collapsed which happens to me all the time. So she went and got kiersten to come in and try it, Kiersten decided she would freeze my arm first which is all fine and dandy but it meant another damn needle lol. The freezing honestly did not hurt though and in two seconds Kiersten had my IV started and because of the freezing i didn't feel anything. They put up the oxytocin drip at 2 pm and got it started at 1 and said they would go up 15 ml or 1 number every 30 minutes. After a bit the contractions started and were a bit painful but not terrible. My labor didn't really start til 7 pm (took my body a bit to figure out what was supposed to be going on). I got moved into the birthing suite and my nurse made my chair into like a lazy boy so i was sitting up and the gravity would help the baby move down the birth canal, she lowered teh foot of the bed right down, it was really quite comfortable actually. The contractions got good and strong at 7 pm, my doc came in at about 10 and checked me again and we found that Holden was facing my leg and not in an optimal position to come down the canal and it as holding things up. So they got me onto my knees and i rocked through the contractions back and forth for about an hour and by 11 i couldn't breathe through the contractions anymore and i would breath through the start of them but at the peak i would get vocal and the nurse would tell me to breath through it and i would have to force myself to regroup and breath. I started to feel some pressure so said i wanted to get off my knees and back into the sitting position, it took three contractions to get back up, then i got hot so my mom kept wetting facecloths for Lee to put on my forehead to try to cool me off. My nurse checked me at 11:30 and i was 5 cm, about 5 min at 11:40 i told them i felt really strong pressure and i had to push, my doc came in and checked me and i was 8 cm she waited a couple of contractons and then she checked me again i still had a lip on one side so she waited through another contraction or two, that is when my body startedd to push itself, so they broke the bed down and got things ready, she checked again and the li was still there so she said she would hold it back during a contraction and see if it stayed back i could push on the next one and yay it stayed back. When they put my feet in the stirrups i got so uncomforatble it hurt my hips so bad but they lowered the foot a little bit and then it was great. While i was pushing and his head was crowning my doc started to freak out a bit, not bad freak out, apparently holden decided he needed to do a fill 360 in the birth canal lol. I pushed about 6 times and baby Holden Alexander Gordon was born at 11:50 pm weighing in at 7 lbs 5 ozs. 21 1/2" long. He has really long feet, and fingers and super long fingers nails and the most beautiful blonde hair. My doc showed me my placenta and said it was great i only had a couple of calcification spots on it. I owe my great birth to my nurses Lucy, Andrea and Kiersten for getting my IV in. I had considered trying the NOS with this birth but we got it in adn setup and i tried once and the deep breaths you need to take was too much and it hurt more during the contractions. Lee was so supportive and at one point even kneeled on the floor for an hour because he couldn't reach his chair to sit beside me and didn't want to disturb me by making me let go of his hand.
I put him to breast at birth and he latched and is eating like a champ which is amazing now heres hoping i get good milk, here we are on day 3 my milk is in, my right boob is sore as hell but my left is not bad, i forgot how much nursing hurts in the first few days and it is hard to bring myself to latch him knowing i am going to be in so much pain but i know this is best for him so it is what we want.
during labor his hb dropped very low a few times and it scared the hell out of me, when he was born his cord was around his neck once but not super tightso they think that is why his hr had dropped
Last edited by Maddys_Mommy; 04-11-2009 at 10:36 PM.
I had a regular OB appointment on April 7th and was 4 cm with no contractions. My OB went ahead and scheduled an induction for April 14. After scheduling the induction, I went home just praying I didn't have to be induced. I just wanted to do this natural. Everything was normal that night - I even made DH some gluten-free brownies just before going to bed. At 3:30 a.m. I woke up thinking I had to go to the bathroom. I also had some cramps. Well, I went to the bathroom and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't even lay back down in bed. Nothing was comfortable. I'd get back up and feel like I had to go the bathroom. I remember looking at the clock thinking, "Maybe this is a contraction." I remember seeing spans of 6 minutes, another one would be 1 minute (I guess now I should have gone at that point), but then another would be 5 or 6 minutes. Finally, at 4:30 a.m., I woke DH up and said we need to go the hospital because this just isn't right.
The first thing the nurse said after she checked me was, "Man, you must have some seriously high pain tolerance, because you are 10 cm and 100% effaced." They immediately called my OB and got things rolling. I wasn't allowed to push which was awful. I just wanted to push. After my OB arrived, I pushed and pushed and pushed. I pushed for 3 hours. At that point, I had absolutely no strength left in my arms and legs. My mind was so fuzzy at this point. I remember them inserting a foley catheter thinking that my full bladder was in the way of her moving; however, that was not the case. I do remember getting asked if I wanted an epidural. I remember my OB finding her head to be transverse and how she was not budging. After the three hours and no movement from Grace, it was decided that I was to have a c-section.
I wanted to have a natural childbirth, but apparently my daughter had other plans. At 9:10 a.m., on April 8, Grace Elizabeth was born. She weighed 6 lbs. 6 oz. and was 19 1/2 inches long. Hearing her cry for the first time was the most amazing sound in the world.
Looking back now, I'm kind of glad she was transverse. If she wasn't, she just might have been born at home or on the way to the hospital.
Isla Young S______
Born April 11th at 10:51 am
7 pounds 9.5 ounces
20.5 inches long
I was feeling pretty crappy on Thursday, April 9th so I came home from school a little bit early, probably around 4:30. I was feeling a lot of pressure in my lower back, so I thought I was constipated. I kept trying to go to the bathroom, but nothing was working, I was still feeling the pressure. At about 11:00 that night I had had enough so I drove to the drug store and got some Milk of Magnesia to see if that would help. It didn’t, but I went to bed and was eventually able to fall asleep
On Friday April 10th (Isla’s due date), I woke up around 4:30 with contractions. I tried to sleep, but couldn’t so eventually I got up and started timing them on contraction master, they were about 7-10 minutes apart. I was really uncomfortable so I got into the bathtub. I couldn’t believe how much the water helped soothe the pain of the contractions. I laid in bed most of afternoon of that day timing my contractions and watching television. My husband was home working in the living room because he was still recovering from the ankle surgery he had on Monday, April 6th, so he was able to help me out a little bit. The contractions continued at the same 7-10 minute rate all day, I got into the bath about five times because it was the only thing that helped besides just breathing through them- my husband kept trying to get me to call my doctor, but I didn’t think that the contractions were consistent enough so I didn’t call. At about 5:50 I decided to walk around the neighborhood. My husband couldn’t walk with me because he had on a cast, so I decided to make short loops around and he sat on the porch waiting for me to come around the corner. I had to stop every time I had a contraction; I think I scared some of the neighborhood children. On my third lap my neighbor, who was about 37 weeks pregnant came out and walked with me. I walked for over and hour, until 7:00. The walking seemed to do the trick, the contractions became between 3-7 minutes apart after that. I came home and sat down and started timing the contractions again, and ate a dinner of eggplant parmesan. At about 10:00, about 3 hours after the contractions had become really regular I called the doctor and she told me to come on into the hospital.
We got to the hospital at 10:30, signed in, and were in triage by 11:00. I was pretty tired already because I hadn’t been able to sleep since 4:30 that morning. The nurse in triage checked me and I was dilated 5 cm, so she got me checked in and put in the delivery room and we alerted our families. My mom had to drive from another state and was about 9-10 hours away, but she started driving as soon as I called. I was in a lot of pain, but I had to wait to get to get my epidural until I had gotten a full bag of fluids. Around 1:00 I got the epidural, which was surprisingly less painful then I thought it was going to be- although it made my leg twitch when she first put it in and I almost kicked my husband in a very delicate area, the epidural brought with it almost instantaneous relief. The nurse came in shortly after that to put in a catheter, as she was preparing I felt something wet and I thought that I peed myself. I told the nurse, that I thought I had peed, and she assured me that that happened all the time- then she checked and said that my bag of waters had broken and I was dilated to a 7. The nurse checked me again at about 3 and I was almost fully dilated, but Isla had not dropped all the way down so they angled the bed down to let gravidity do some of the work and let me sleep. The doctor also didn’t want me to start pushing until I felt the urge so I was waiting to feel some pressure. I wasn’t able to sleep though, because I had on a blood pressure cuff that went off every 15 minutes or so.
7:00 brought the shift change and the new nurse checked me and said I was at a 10, I was feeling some pressure, so around 7:20 I did about 20 minutes practice pushing. I wasn’t feeling any pain, so that was great. Isla was turned face up and she was not turning or coming down the canal, so the nurse put my legs down even more and said we were going to wait a little while to really start pushing. At that point she either turned off my epidural or it just quit working- I gradually became less and less numb. My mom made it to the hospital around 8:00 and stayed with me until it was time to start pushing again. At 8:30 I was in a lot pain and the nurse came in to have me push again. I pushed for an hour and her head would not come all the way down, although my husband and the nurse could see the top of the head. The doctor came in and at that time the pain was even worse- I couldn’t even tell when the contractions were coming because I was in constant, unrelenting pain. My wonderful husband was standing beside me holding my leg and counting while I was pushing and encouraging me, I couldn’t have done it without him. After almost another hour of pushing her head was half-way out and I was constantly feeling an overwhelming need to push, but the doctor wouldn’t let me push until I was at the peak of a contraction, waiting was almost impossible. The doctor started getting concerned and asked if she could use the vacuum. At that point I didn’t care WHAT she did, I just needed the pain to stop. She tried the vacuum three times, but it just got her out to her chin and I couldn’t seem to get her any further. The doctor then decided to cut me out of concern for Isla. She cut me two times, resulting in a 2nd degree episiotomy, but Isla came out after that. As soon as she was out I could not believe the amount of relief that I felt. It was incredible. They took her over to the warming table right away to check her, but she was absolutely healthy and crying! She was 7 pounds 9 and a half ounces and 20 inches long. When I finally got to hold her it was all worth it.
Last edited by Terrapin; 04-14-2009 at 12:04 PM.
Sorry it took me so long to get this to you ladies. Things were pretty hectic here with the new baby and then the tornados. Phillip's been helping with the cleanup over near his parents so I've been trying not so successfully to juggle here. Good news is (I guess bad too) they''ve pretty much cleaned up everything in the area that they can so DH will now be at home for the next couple of days.
Anyway, here goes.
We arrived at the hospital at 4:45 am on Wednesday for my scheduled induction. T.J. had stayed the night with the ILs to avoid an early drop off. DH and I got checked in and got a room. The nurse came in and checked me to find that I was 2-3 cm dialated. I was a little disappointed that I had not made more progress than that considering I had been feeling contractions pretty steady for a couple days prior. They got me hooked up to an iv and around 6:30 am, I started the pitocin drip. In the beginning, it really wasn't much. I could feel the contractions slowly pick up but they weren't painful. At around 8 am, the dr. made rounds. She checked and I was a solid 3 with a bulging bag of water. She decided to break my water right then. I was a little surprised because I thought for sure they would wait until I had pain meds but nope, she just popped it then. Not fun.
After she ruptured the water, the contractions picked up even more and began to become increasingly uncomfortable. We decided that it was best to wait for the epidural until I was 4 cm so I chose to have Stadol. It was an almost immediate relief. I could feel the contractions but they didn't make me squirm. After about 45 minutes, the nurse decided that I was 4 cm and we then placed the order for the epidural. Then, the waiting began. The nurse came in to tell us the med-man was doing someone else's and it would be about 20 minutes. Half an hour later, she came in to tell us he got called for a c-sec so it was going to take a bit longer. She asked if I needed more Stadol but I told her I could wait. Another 30 minutes past and the nurse comes in to say there were issues and he was going to be at least another half hour. By this time, I was having to concentrate on the contractions as the Stadol was wearing off. The idea of going another hour with them was not appealing in the least so I asked for more Stadol.
One of the biggest mistakes I made this pregnancy was not reviewing the breathing and relaxation techniques. The birth of T.J. was fully medicated and I barely felt any discomfort until after delivery. I thought this time around would be the same but boy was I WRONG!!! The second dose of Stadol did nothing to stave off the pain of the contractions. I had to turn away from the monitor because i could see the contractions piggy back each other. One contraction would barely be fading by the time the next one started. I panicked. I was trying to remember breathing but as time passed, I really felt out of control. I didn't scream or cry, but I will admit to whimpering and rolling around. I'm pretty sure I scared the hell out of DH. He had no clue what to do to help and was desperately trying to convince the nurse that my epidural was an emergency. After about 45 minutes of this, the med-man finally made it to my room. By then I was completely drained and scared to death of how this birth would progress. Dh said about 15 minutes after receiving the epidural, I was out.
Apparently the combination of the stadol, epidural, and the exhaustion from the contractions all combined to make my blood pressure drop. I do not know the exact numbers but Phillip said when the bottom number went into the 40s the nurses came in and were checking me. When the bottom number hit 39, he said they flipped me on the side, put oxygen on me, and put something in my IV. He said my number then begin to climb and after a few minutes, they seemed happy and left the room. He later told me that is when he started to cry.
I was asleep for about 2 hours. When I woke up, I felt a little groggy but I quickly came out of it. After a few more minutes, I agree to let the visitors back in the room. T.J. was there and he was very happy to see me. He had been a little freaked out by the machines and IV but "Alex" had bought him a dr. kit as a big-brother present. The dr. kit seemed to really help him get over his nervousness. I was able to visit with the various family and friends and it all seemed pretty good. I had to call my friend who is due in July. At some point during my med-free contractions, she had stopped by the room. Needless to say, she was pretty freaked out by the noises I was making and it scared her so bad she called her husband crying, saying that she didn't want to be pregnant anymore. I called to let her know that I was indeed still alive and feeling better. I was able to visit with everyone for about half an hour before the nurse came in to check my dialation. We cleared the room and she announced that I was 8-9. I was pretty happy to hear that and everyone began making the phone calls announcing that Alex would be here in a matter of hours. T.J. wanted to get Alex a present so the ILs went to take him to the gift shop. T.J. wanted his daddy so Phillip left with them. Phillip's grandmother stayed behind to keep me company. We began talking about all her birth experiences. She had 3 boys and had been put under for all 3. She thinks they gave her Ether but she was not conscious for any of the births. She said that she had always felt a little cheated out of the birth experience. No sooner had she said that, in come the nurses. The head nurse was pulling in 2 carts. She announced that we were having a baby.
I was a little confused because she had told me only a few minutes prior that I was 8-9 cm and I hadn't been checked since. I just kind of sat there startled as the 3 nurses began pulling the birthing trays out of the closet and pulling out the stirrups. Phillip had my cell phone and his grandmother (Mamaw) couldn't find hers. His grandmother was clearly freaked out by the speed at which everything was happening. She asked if she had time to go get the father at the gift shop. The nurse replied, "Well, it depends on how fast you can run." Mamaw looked like she was about to hit the floor when Phillip walked into the room. He had distracted T.J. so he could slip back to the room. He was a little surprised when he saw all the nurses. Mamaw scurried out. The nurse said she was glad that "Daddy could make it." He asked if he had time to pee, she said no.
The dr. came into the room pretty much immediately. They put my legs into the stirrups and said that we were going to do a practice push. When the contraction hit, I pushed. I made it to the count of 4 when they told me to stop. I just kept breathing. I could definitely feel the pressure and the contraction and was pretty scared at how fast everything was going. I had been mentally preparing myself for a long delivery. With T.J. I pushed for 45 minutes until they figured out he was slightly sideways. I figured since this kid was probably going to be a bit bigger, my labor might be a big longer. Again, I was wrong. Once the dr. was completely set up, they told me to push with the next contraction. I did. A minute later, they told me to push again. I was still pushing with that contraction when I heard him cry. Two contractions and he was out!!!!!! After a bit of suction and such, they laid him on me and I was very relieved.
The dr. said I had a 2nd degree tear. She said it didn't appear to be as bad as my first. I had a little issue with the placenta but after examining it they seemed unconcerned. I was holding my boy and started to let him BF. After the repair work was done, the dr. said she was very happy with how things turned out. She had been convinced that I would need a c-sec and was very happy to have been able to let me have him vaginally. We guessed that he weighed around 9 lbs and I was very proud. After they left, we took a couple of pics and then Phillip went to announce the birth. He came back with T.J. who was soooo excited to see the baby. From that moment since, Alex has been "T.J.'s baby." After a little while with it just being us, we invited everyone in to meet the "little" guy. After everyone took their turns ooohhhing and aaahhhing, the nurse took Alex to the nursery to be evaluated and measured. Everyone followed him to the nursery. When the room cleared, I asked the nurse about his Apgars. She said they were 9/9. I then asked her about the urgency with the delivery. She gave me a soft smile and said that there had been several major decels in Alex's heart rate. If I had not been fully dialated and he had not been so far down, they were preparing for an emergency c-section. I started to tear up but she then reminded me everything turned out great and that he was here and healthy. I nodded and thanked her for being so great the whole time. (She really was sympathetic and funny. She also got hard core when I wanted everyone out of the room when things got painful. She truly was my ambassador.) The nurse told me she was going to check on Alex. After a couple of minutes, she returned to the room and told me that I should me very proud and I won the prize for biggest baby of the day. She then informed me that he was 9 lbs. 10 oz. and 20.75 inches long.
When I finally got to a recovery room, it really started to sink in. I felt surprisingly good. I wasn't near as exhausted as I had been with T.J. Also, the damage down there wasn't as bad so going to the bathroom wasn't as terrifying. I was up walking around within a matter of hours compared to still having issues the next day with T.J.. In fact, almost everything about the delivery and after has been much easier this time around. Alex seems to have taken to BF like a champ. I am so far not having any of the issues I had with T.J. Alex seems to be on a 3 hour schedule so that helps with balancing my two guys. I also didn't seem to have the haze I had after having T.J. but I guess that comes with experience. T.J. is adapting very well. He loves his brother and so far the biggest problem is that he is always wanting to hold him.
Overall, I am pretty happy with how everything turned out. I really hated the labor part but the delivery was awesome. I guess it worked out for the best because the labor with T.J. was great but the delivery was difficult. If it had been the same this time around, I would be having a lot more difficulty juggling the needs of both. I'm pretty sure we are done growing our family. I am very much in love with my two sons and really don't feel the need to add to it. We will see if I can get DH to agree.
Born April 7, 2009 at 8:07 p.m.--40w5d
7 lbs, 10 oz 20.5 inches
I went into the hospital on Tuesday, April 7, at 5:00 a.m. to be induced. I was so nervous! I was 2 cm and 50% effaced when the iThey started the Pitocin drip at 7 a.m., and about 7:45, I started to notice tightening in my uterus--my first contractions ever! They kept coming in and increasing the dosage of Pitocin every 20 minutes. My husband was with me, and my father in law and father came by to visit as well. They came in to check me at about 11 and I was 3 cm. At that point, the contractions were getting to be a little more painful and I asked DH to tell my father and FIL that I needed a little privacy. DH helped me breathe through the contractions until I got checked again at noon. I was 4 cm, 75% and at that point I asked for the epidural. The anesthesiologists showed up right away.
A resident anesthesiologist gave me the epidural while the attending stood by. It was very painful having to bend over and sit still while it was being put in place--this was the first time I really felt bad pain. I was clawing at DH's hand. They did the test dose and asked me to tell them if I had a metallic taste in my mouth or if my legs went completely numb. Well, my legs quickly did become completely numb and I started to feel very heavy and almost fell the wrong way back on the bed. They laid me down and I heard them say the epi was in the wrong place--the spinal space. My blood pressure apparently dropped REALLY low and things became a blur at this point. I know they gave me something in the IV, I think it was ephedrine, to get my BP back up, and they turned off the Pit because baby's HR took a dip. I was just laying there feeling very sleepy and out of it.
After a little while my BP came back up and they turned the Pit back on and covered me with some warm blankets. The nurse put in a Foley catheter--they had to open my legs for me because I couldn't feel or move them at all--they said I was as numb as they would make someone for a C-section, all because of the epi going into the wrong place. They checked me again and I was at 6 cm, 100%.
My father and mother came by to visit. At some point, I became able to move my legs again and felt pretty good. Then, gradually, I realized I could feel every contraction in my bottom and the backs of my legs. At first it was just odd, but it got stronger and stronger until I was really in pain with every contraction. Anesthesia came in and topped off my epi twice, but it didn't do any good at all. I was just kind of clutching the bed rail and burying my face in the pillow and breathing through every contraction (which were 2 mins apart), oblivious to everyone else in the room. My MIL showed up at some point, but I didn't really care. There was some discussion of taking out the epi and redoing it, which I was really unhappy about, but they decided to check me first. They checked me at 6 p.m. and I was complete. I was really scared wondering how I was going to push when I was in so much pain.
I started pushing about 6:15 and immediately felt relief from the contractions. It was crazy how many people were in the room--DH, a resident, a med student, a nurse, a nursing student, and an attending who would come and go--all eyes focused on my crotch which was spotlighted and on display. So bizarre! I didn't care at that point, though. I pushed for almost 2 hours, although it seemed to go by faster than that. I knew I was making progress, and I wasn't in pain anymore, so I didn't mind. At one point I started to feel really sick to my stomach and threw up. At 8:07 p.m., my daughter Vivien Kathleen was born--the most amazing and astonishing feeling ever. She weighed 7 lbs 10 oz and was 20.5 inches long. I have a third degree tear that took a while to stitch up afterward. I didn't ask how many stitches. Oh, and we stayed in the hospital for 3 days and I had to have a blood patch because I got a spinal headache as a result of the botched epidural.
Liam Michael was born Easter morning at 10:12 am. He is 8 pounds 3 ounces and 22 inches long.
My water broke at 4:30 am. By the time I got to the hospital at 6:30 am the mild contractions were 4 minutes apart and I was still dilated at 3cm. I asked for an epidural right away, good thing because things started to move fast and hard. The epidural was placed at 8 am. When they checked me again at 9 am I was 10cm and ready to go but the doctor was not here yet. The doctor arrived at 10am. I pushed 3 times and Liam was born.
We are both doing awesome! Breastfeeding is going great. He is eating 10-12 times a day. He is still a bit jaundice so the doctor is following him carefully.
Last edited by Rx4Baby; 04-22-2009 at 12:42 PM.
Kess 11/11/03 and Liam 04/12/09
Quentin Vincent M. Birth Story
7 lbs, 1oz
35.5cm Head Circumference
Apgars 9 & 9
Born at 39 weeks + 3 days
Born 18 minutes after arriving at the hospital fully dilated; completely natural childbirth
April 13th - 9 p.m.
After stopping on Saturday (April 11), contractions have started again, but they aren't regular at all. They come and go and last for about 30 minutes at a time, but then stop for hours. The more walking Christa does the more frequently they come. We are off to bed and just playing the waiting game.
April 14th - 9 a.m.
After going to bed, the contractions stopped all together. This morning, they started up again about 9 a.m. Christa is home alone - Kendall is at daycare and Craig is at work. She has been timing the contractions, but they don't have any consistent pattern and so far, they aren't painful, just a bit uncomfortable. Christa is working on getting a few things done around the house just in case this is it. The walking is causing lots of pressure and making the contractions come closer together.
April 14th - 11 a.m.
Time to call Craig! The contractions are still highly irregular, but after having two in a row that resembled contractions Christa had while in labor with Kendall, she decided to call Craig. Right now, the contractions are about 10-15 minutes apart with a few more frequent and a few less frequent; still no consistent pattern as far as timing apart or duration of the contractions. They are lasting about 30 seconds to a minute each.
April 14th - 11:45 a.m.
Craig is home! The contractions are now getting painful and about 5 minutes apart. We are heading into the hospital now!
On the way to the hospital, we called daycare and the OB office. The OB office tried to tell Craig that we were coming in too soon -- obviously he wasn't talking to one of Christa's OB's who warned us that labor with Kendall was fast (5-6 hours) and this time would go even quicker! We decided to ignore her and headed into the hospital anyway!
April 14th - 12:20 p.m.
We have arrived at the hospital -- it took forever because of lunch hour traffic! Christa's contractions are now about 1 minute apart and VERY painful. They take Christa by wheel chair up to labor & delivery. They got her into a room and one of the nurses checks her. She is fully dilated and the baby is at 0 station. From here, the fun starts -- the room fills with nurses who are preparing the room and Christa for delivery and trying to find her doctor!
April 14th - 12:30 p.m.
Christa's water breaks on it's own. The fluid is clear. The nurses have located another doctor and tell Christa to start pushing.
April 14th - 12:35 p.m.
Roughly at this time, Christa's doctor arrives. He asks if he has time to change and the nurses tell him no. He thought they were kidding and asks "Seriously?" They say seriously, he takes one look and says "O.K."
April 14th - 12:38 p.m.
Quentin Vincent arrives!! The doctor announces that it's a boy and Craig gets to cut the cord. Quentin weighed in at 7 lbs, 1 oz and 19 inches long. Head circumference was 35.5 cm. His apgars were 9 & 9!! The nurses joked with Craig that if we have any more children, he better take a birthing class just in case Christa delivers at home!
Christa tore (2nd degree) and required stitches -- she is sore, but recovering. Quentin is nursing like a champ and adjusting to being in the world. His hospital discharge weight on 4-16 was 6lbs, 10oz. At his follow-up on 4-18 (his due date), he was 6lbs, 14oz and had already gained an inch -- 20 inches.
Me: Christa, 41
DH: Craig, 47 (Married: 8/19/05)
DD: Kendall Evelyn (10/6/06)
DS: Quentin Vincent (4/14/09)
: November 2012@ 10 weeks (due date: 6/22/13)
: June 2013 @ 7-1/2 weeks (due date: 2/10/14)
: December 2013 @ 4 weeks (due date: 8/9/14)
: April 2014 @ 4 weeks (due date: 1/1/15)
: July 2014 @ 4 weeks - Chemical (due date: 3/5/15 )
Birth of Randall Dale III
Turns out, my body CAN do it all on it’s own!
Monday I was feeling pretty crappy. I was super crampy and just all around tired. I had contractions all day long, but there were not consistent. Around 2 pm, they started getting more and more consistent, anywhere from 10-15 minutes apart. I still didn’t think they were hard enough or close enough together. When I got home from work, I told Randall we need to get things around just in case. We got everything ready and set everything by the door. My Grandma passed away about 2 pm that day, and my mom was the person who was supposed to get Ruthie. So, I called my sister to get back up, just in case.
My contractions were about 10 minutes apart until about 11 pm. They were anywhere from 7-10 minutes apart. About 12 am, I told Randall I think it’s time to go. They were about 4.5 minutes apart. We woke up Ruthie, called my sister, and headed to the hospital. I had about 3 contractions on the way, which meant they were still about 5 minutes apart. I end up calling my sister back, b/c I wanted to get checked before she did take Ruthie. I didn’t want her to pick her up, and nothing happen. Also, I wanted Ruthie to be there waiting, and I knew my sister couldn’t wait, so I just told her I would call her when I knew something more. Turns out, I was 5 cm!!! I told that nurse she made my day! I was guessing maybe 1cm, if that. So, we call Randall’s mom & dad, b/c they live the furthest away. They end up keeping Ruthie during the birth. We were all super exhausted, but I was so ready and excited to meet this little man!
Well, she kept checking me, and I was only progressing about a cm per hour or so. (I kept up with the times, but I don’t know what I did with the notes.) They decided to give me a small dose of pitocin just to get things moving more along. My doc was there, so I was happy to know he’d be delivering him too. At about 7 cm, they asked me if I wanted anything for pain. I really wasn’t in that bad of pain; they were hurting, but nothing like they were with Ruthie at 4cm on pitocin. So, I just told them I would take some stadol. I had two doses before I hit 9 cm, and it made me sleepy and took the edge off. They broke my water at 9 cm, and that helped move things along. The only problem was, it was more behind him, so all of it didn’t make it out.
I started pushing, and boy did it hurt! I pushed a little bit for about an hour. It wasn’t major pushing, just more of my body doing it. I didn’t have the complete urge just yet. When I did, it took about another hour for him to come out. They had some problems finding the heartbeat, so I was super scared. They had to give me some oxygen b/c I started getting upset and worrying. Turns out, he pooped inside me, so they were worried about him as well. When the head finally came out, they started suctioning him and that was even worse. He wasn’t crying, so I was flipping out, and I kept asking if he was okay. They got him all suctioned out, and he was just fine. Randy was born at 8:32 am, weighing in at 8lbs, 10.9 oz; seven ounces more than his big sister. He was 22 inches long. I tore twice, but only one needed stitches. I was super proud of myself for not taking the epi. I wanted to do what my body told me to do, and I did. I can’t say I would do it all again though…next time I WILL take the epi!
Big sister Ruthie was the first one to meet him. She was in love, just smiling at him. It melted my heart into a million pieces. There has been no sweeter moment in my life, than that one.
They had to keep us one extra night b/c his blood type made it a possibility for him to get jaundice, so they just wanted to keep him; turns out, he’s just fine.
Recovery has been a lot harder on me. My tear hurts like I can’t even explain, and I am still exhausted. Randy is nursing really well, and my milk is in. I was so happy to get a good nursing relationship with him so early on. I had some blisters popping up, but they are gone now.
Big sister Ruthie is doing really well with him. She is having a hard time understanding why she can’t lean on him, so that’s been our major problem. She loves to kiss him, and talk to him. He adores her too b/c he’ll just stare at her. It’s such a beautiful thing. Randall is doing just as great as I figured he would. He makes such an amazing father. I am so grateful for him. He's so ready for me to pump, so he can feed him and help at night.
Sadie- mommy to Ruthie & Randy