Well she's officially a week old and I finally finished writing down the birth story. As you can tell I tried to be thorough and actually started writing it down in the wee hours before we went to the hospital. Sorry so long but I wanted a detailed account for myself and just cut and pasted here...
3:18a.m. – I rolled over for the 4th or 5th time that night and decided to get up to go pee. Sat on the toilet and went but it was “different” instead of normal it felt like a little gush which I shrugged off until I did it again while wiping…not from the right place. I got up turned all the lights on in the bathroom and went back to “check”. There was no mistaking the bloody show when I wiped so here we go! I called for Scott as I sat there and he sprang out of bed. He popped in to check on me and then told me he was going downstairs to clean up since it looks like we’re definitely having people up today. He was wonderful and got the kitchen, den and pretty much everywhere else cleaned up while I showered then he went up to shower (I managed to save him some hot water this time). And now it’s 3:57am and I’m sitting here typing this while it’s fresh and timing my contractions. They’re rather short and feel like “period cramps” so far so we’ll wait a little longer before heading to the hospital (and I fully intend to eat before we go this time).
My contractions started out as rather mild short ones that were 2ish minutes apart and went to moderate ones that were around 5 minutes apart by 4:10. They stayed pretty mild for a while and by 4:30am they were picking up and we decided to give our neighbor a call. She volunteered to watch Jason for us when it happened…LOVE our neighbors. Holly got here to watch Jason and we were about ready to leave around 5am.
We checked into the hospital shortly after 5 and they sent us to L&D. They went to check to see if my water had broken and they said it hadn’t which I thought was rather strange since I had felt it come out…when they checked me I was 2-3 and they hooked me up to monitors. It wasn’t until about half an hour later that the nurse said “well we may have to send you home for a few hours”. HUH??? Then another nurse came in and told us we should walk around and try to get things to progress so we don’t have to go home since they haven’t admitted me yet. So off we went for about an hour of walking (6 laps around the floor later) we went back into the room to get checked. I was having contractions that were coming one on top of the other (about every min – 2 min). When they checked I was 3-4cm and 90% effaced so they decided to admit me. They got me hooked up to an IV to get fluids into me so I could get my epidural and they started my antibiotics for strep B. They got all that in by around 9am. A little while later (while still waiting for my epi) a nurse came in to check on me and pulled out a shot of “something to take the edge off” my contractions (The thing that bothered me was that they were going to give it to me without asking/telling me – I’ll definitely be talking to my OB about it when I see her next). The shot made me very light headed and I REALLY didn’t like that feeling. They were prepared to give me another dose before my epidural and I told them I didn’t want it. So they reluctantly didn’t give it to me and then the anesthesiologist came in and gave me my epidural. They checked me again when they put in my catheter and I was 5. That was around 10:15. I laid on my right side for about an hour before asking to be flipped since I was stuck staring at the wall instead of being able to see the monitors, TV, and couch where my mom, sister and Scott were. My contractions were unnoticeable which was nice but once I flipped I could feel them a lot more but that gradually dissipated. My mom and sister went to get lunch around 11:30am and within 5 minutes of them leaving I started to feel “pressure” so we called them back and they got back upstairs as the nurse was checking me. She didn’t tell me what I had dilated to she just looked surprised and said “Yeah, we need to get a hold of Dr. Harvey”. Dr Harvey arrived around 11:45. She started “cleaning things up” as she put it and said she was just using warm water…only I could feel the warm water (guess the epidural wasn’t working quite like it should). Let’s just say the whole pushing experience was SO different with this delivery than with Jason’s. I thought I felt everything with Jason’s and it doesn’t even compare with the burn of delivering Abigail. Essentially my epidural worked for the toughest portion of contractions (about an hour and a half) and then I was back to feeling it all. I pushed for about half an hour and Abigail was born at 12:16p.m. It turns out this delivery was harder than Jason’s because she was turned so that her spine was toward my spine instead of being up which makes it more difficult (and explains why I was having back labor). Dr. Harvey was surprised I was able to push her out and said that most of her deliveries of babies turned that way end up needing vacuum assistance. I am SO glad I didn’t end up needing it. I had some minor tearing (3 stitches) and otherwise I’m doing pretty well (except for some monster hemorrhoids). Abigail weighed in at 8pounds 7ounces and was 19.5 inches long.
Here she is :)
A very happy big brother...
Birth Story of Elliana Viorica. (written the day following her birth)
Born: April 6th, 2010 at 6:14 pm
Weight: 7 lbs, 7 oz
Height: 20 in.
On Tuesday morning I went to my 39 week check-up with my midwife. At 10:15 my midwife saw me and did an internal check. 4 days earlier I had been 4 cm dilated and 90% effaced. She had stripped my membranes then which did result in quite a lot of contractions, but nothing that led to true labor. At this check she said I was now 4-5 cm dilated. She was going to strip my membranes again, BUT there was nothing to strip. That was that. So, I left thinking Elli would not likely come that day on her own.
Well, right after the appointment, my DH met me at the YMCA (he had taken a half day off from work). Grandma was watching the girls and DH and I walked on the track for about a half hour. At the end of walking I did feel a couple contractions (around 11:30 at that point), but anytime in the last 2-3 weeks that I have walked the track I have always had contractions, so I didn't think much of them. DH and I then decided to go out to lunch. I continued to have a couple contractions in the car. We went to have Chinese for lunch, nice and spicy. I continued to have regular contractions throughout lunch, about 6 minutes apart. After lunch (it was about 12:45 at this point) we went for a walk again. We walked for about a half hour again and the contractions continued to come regularly, although I wasn't timing them throughout the walk. We started to head for home and the contractions continued. We stopped at Goodwill on the way home, and the contractions continued. I went to use the bathroom while we were there, and part of my mucus plug fell out. The contractions got just a bit more intense after that, but still quite manageable. We headed home. We got home at about 2:25 and my contractions were about 3-4 minutes apart at that point. I told my mom that I though we would need to leave for the [COLOR=#006400 !important][COLOR=#006400 !important]hospital[/COLOR][/COLOR] soon. DH and I finished packing the hospital bag and walked a bit more around the neighborhood. I had a couple of fairly strong contractions at that point, and I KNEW then that I would be having a baby in a few hours. At around 3:30 we left for the hospital.
In the car on the way to the hospital I didn't even attempt to belt myself in. I got in the back seat on my hands and knees, and I was able to work nicely through the contractions this way. We got to the hospital just before 4. When we checked in, the nurse saw me work through a couple contractions and admitted me right away (she could tell I was truly in labor :smile: ). When I got in my room they checked me and told me I was 5 cm, which I pretty much expected because the contractions were strong, but still quite manageable at that point. They did require me to stay hooked up the monitors for 20 minutes to get a good read on the baby, but they let me stay in whatever position was comfortable for me during that time. When my 20 minutes were up, they told me I had been contracting every 2 minutes. They also surprised me when they mentioned that I was strep B+. I had not been aware of that. They hooked me up to an IV with antibiotics. I thought the IV would be a pain to have attached to me, but in all honesty, it really didn't end up bothering me at all. I was ready to get in the tub at that point.
The tub had been very nice to labor in while I was having Nadia, but this time it just didn't work for me. I sat in there for a couple contractions, and promptly got out. I actually found that sitting and rocking on the toilet felt really good, and when the peaks of the contractions hit I would lean forward to get through them, and they were quite easy to deal with that way. I also found that just rocking and swaying on the the floor, and laying down almost flat through the contractions felt good to me. So, I alternated between the floor and the toilet throughout most of my "hard" labor. At around 5:30 a couple of particularly strong contractions hit that I had to moan through a bit. At this point I asked the midwife to check me again. She said I was 9 cm. After another 20 minutes or so, I asked to be checked again. At that point she said there was only the very top lip to my cervix still there. I labored for another 10 minutes or so, and then asked her to break my water. I knew at that point that my water bag was likely preventing the baby's head from coming down all the way. Once the water was broken, I knew the baby would come fast. She broke my water at 6 pm. I got up on the bed which was in a full upright position. So, even though I was laying my back against the back of the bed, I was actually pretty much in a squatting position. It felt good. For a couple contractions, I just lightly pushed with them. It felt good to be able to push a bit at this point. It wasn't long before the head worked down and she was crowning. It of course burned like crazy at this point, but in just a couple small pushes Elli was out. At 6:14 pm I helped pull my beautiful baby girl onto my belly. No tears of any kind, and thankfully my placenta came out in one piece about 15 minutes after the birth. In my past two labors I had had difficulty delivering the placenta, as it would not detach, and came out in pieces. It was so nice to see a nice solid, healthy placenta!!
When Elli first came out she was NOT happy. She showed us that she had quite some lungs. Finally, after about 15 minutes she settled down and started rooting around to nurse. It took her a bit to get latched on, but once she did she was quite happy. I held her and nursed her on and off for close to 2 hours. At that point they had to take her and do some initial blood testing on her because of the strep B+ thing. So far, everything is seeming okay with that. We had a great first night. She is nursing well, and had quite a long period of time where she was very alert and looking around this morning. Now she is enjoying a long nap tucked in at my side and I sit in bed and type this. There is nothing better than a tiny sleeping newborn baby tucked in and sleeping against me. :smile:
The girls came to visit this morning and they all seem very much in love!!! :smile:
Here are a couple more pics...
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Declan's Birth Story
On Monday, May 3rd (10 days overdue), nothing was happening. I had a mw appointment at noon to have a NST, membrane sweep (I had 2 previous ones) and talk about our game plan. Everything looked fine with baby, I was still 3 cm, soft, anterior and my cervix had shortened a little from my previous appointment. My mw's prefer not to induce after 42 weeks so we decided to book my induction for Wed. morning (12 days over), in the meantime she offered me their "labour cocktail" recipe and told me it was up to me if I wanted to try to kick start things that way first.
I had been very vocal throughout my pg about not wanting to try castor oil, but I was really not wanting a medical induction. So I went straight to the grocery store and bought all the ingredients for this "cocktail". By the time I got home and took it, it was 3pm. The drink didn't taste that bad, but there was a lot to drink, so I just felt a little bloated. I sat around waiting for something happened, but nothing drastic did. At around 5, I had a loose bm, but nothing horrible, it had just made me gassy. 5 hours after the first dose, I was allowed to repeat the "cocktail", which I did at around 8pm.
We went to bed at around 10, and I was feeling a little discouraged that it didn't work and it was looking like the medical induction would be needed. Between 1030 and midnight I had 3 mild contractions. At midnight I knew things were starting. I sent DH to the spare room to get some sleep bc I thought I would labour all night at home and then go into the hospital some time late morning. At this point the contractions were all over the place, ranging from 8 to 3 minutes apart and lasting from 30 sec to 1 1/2 minutes. By 2 am some of them were starting to get more intense and I thought I might pass out with some of them. I decided to get in the bathtub, which didn't last long, bc they slowed down while I was in there. Dh heard the water running and came to check on me, at this point I made him stay with me. At around 3, dh asked how far apart they were, I told him that I didn't know, I was just trying to get through them. He started to time them and even though they still weren't really consistent, they were around 2-3 minutes apart and lasting for 45 sec. At 330, dh finally convinced me it was time to call the mw (I wasn't sure bc they weren't that consistent and I did not want to be sent home from the hospital or bother anyone in the middle of the night). The mw said to head to the hospital (she was 25 min away). We called my mom to come stay w/DD and got ready to go. We were at the hospital a little after 4, it took me forever to walk to the maternity dept, bc I only had about 30 sec to a minutes bt the contractions.
I was begging for something to take the edge off the pain by the time the mw got there at 415. She gave me the gas :grin: while she got things set up. When she checked me I was 7-8 cm, baby's head was really low and my bag of water was buldging. She said that as soon as my water broke the baby would be there really quickly. She didn't want dh to run back to the car for the cameras, but I made him go! At 6 I need to pee, so dh helped me to the bathroom, as soon as I sat down I said "I need to throw up" and then threw up 5 or 6 times into the shower, at the same time I felt a pop, "uh, oh, my water just broke". I was a mess! My mw was encouraging me to quickly get back into bed bc she thought I was going to deliver on the toilet. About 5-10 min later (I think, time was a little foggy) I felt the urge to push and after about 10 min of pushing (630 am), Declan Henry Graham was born! He was 8lbs 6oz and 22 inches long. He was absolutely perfect. I was so happy to be able to go home 8 hours after he was born!
He's a great nurser and at his 2 week appointment he was up to 9lbs 10oz!
Minutes after he was born!
Our first family of 4 pic!
His big sister is totally in love with him!
Snuggle time with daddy!
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Maia's Birth Story
I went in at 8 a.m. on Monday, May 3rd to be induced as I was due on April 25 and my cervix was still nice and tightly closed… I had no signs of labor. It took forever for me to get into a room and I had to sit in a very cramped waiting area with a woman who was having a scheduled C Section and her group who were entirely too ‘on’ for such an early morning. It was like a comedy routine you’re being forced to watch… or maybe my nerves were just on edge. I was glad to get away from them when the nurse called us back.
I was set up in bed and given my first dose of Penicillin, as I tested positive for GBS. That stuff hurt! I had 2 bags of it every 4 hours and I dreaded it. It hurt worse than the contractions… of course; I had an epidural for those! After I was given the Penicillin and my IV fluids my doctor came in and told me he wanted to try Cervidil to jump start my labor. We had talked about this in clinic the week before so I was prepared. It was inserted and then I had a long wait ahead of me. Most of Monday was spent with being hungry and trying to keep the stupid shoestring of the Cervidil out of the way when I went to the bathroom. Towards afternoon I started to have a bit of back pain which grew worse as the day went on. But when I was checked in the early evening my cervix still hadn’t really done anything. And I figured out why all my cervical checks had hurt so badly—the doctor told me my cervix wasn’t in the place they expected it to be—it was high up and way over towards my side. I have no idea what that was about.
At this point, since nothing had happened, the Cervidil was removed and I was given an hour to eat some Jell-O and rest. The doctor then wanted to try a drug I cannot remember the name of… it was a small pill apparently used in medical abortions?? Has anyone heard of this? I can’t remember the name. I was given one of those that night and another one the next morning, and that’s what finally brought on labor.
The night was long after the first pill was inserted, pain started in earnest then, and that’s when I was given an epidural. That really helped me to relax for the cervical checks, too—I felt like a stuffed turkey every time they’d go fishing for my cervix! After the delivery the nurses who removed my catheter said I was more swollen vaginally than any woman they’d ever seen. I did feel like the doctors had violated me in a way—the whole experience of them digging for my cervix seemed so demeaning.
May 4th was filled with my cervix finally dilating… though the contractions weren’t really something I could feel until around 10 p.m. I had been given Pitocin by that point and my water had been broken. As the doctor broke it, it spurted out and almost hit the wall opposite me. My husband said it was not something he’ll ever forget—he was horrified. The contractions were horrible—especially with my being so swollen and the catheter which made it impossible for me to close my legs together like I felt like I wanted to do. It felt like I had to use the bathroom so badly—it was the most uncomfortable feeling I’ve ever had. But I was glad to feel them so intensely because I knew the baby was close. Unfortunately the baby’s heart rate plunged at this point and I think I might have passed out or something because when I became aware again they were giving me a shot to stop the contractions and had turned off the Pitocin. This actually happened THREE more times before they put a contraction monitor in me. After a few minutes I could feel the baby’s head butting at it and when I told the nurse that they checked me and I was at 10 centimeters. This was about 1 a.m. on May 5.
I was given the go ahead to start pushing, but the baby’s heart rate plunged again. It was at this point that I was told that I could stop the Pitocin again, and wait, or I could opt for a C-Section. I was exhausted and scared for my baby, and though I really did not want one, I opted for the C.
I was wheeled into the OR and it seemed so surreal. I was half asleep—having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I felt like I’d been tortured for three days and now I was facing major surgery. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. The surgeon was so nice, though, and really walked me through everything, though he had to keep waking me up—I’m not sure if it was the meds or the exhaustion or both but I couldn’t hold my eyes open. I wanted so badly to see my baby but I just couldn’t stay awake.
Finally they started to surgery and within a few minutes I heard someone say “It’s a boy!” and I freaked out because we’ve known since 20 weeks that we were having a girl. I turned my head to my husband and said “What?? It’s a boy??” and he calmed me down. The person had actually said “Oh, boy!” because the baby was facing upwards and looking right at them as they opened me. She is most definitely a girl. The story is funny now, but at the time I was just horrified. LOL
Maia was born at 3:39 a.m. on Wednesday May 5 and weighed 8 pounds, 9 ounces. And she had a great set of lungs… she was screaming her head off. I can’t blame her. She’d had a rough few days, too!
After all of this I was taken to recovery and then wheeled into my room at about 5:30 a.m. The baby was wheeled in soon afterward and our adventure began. She is a beautiful baby and so worth all the pain I went through, but I have to say that I don’t think I could go through it again. I never thought my birth experience would be so bad. After suffering through hyperemesis for months I thought the worst of the pregnancy was behind me, but I was wrong.
But as you can see, the prize at the end was worth the suffering!
(And if you made it through this whole story, I’m sorry for YOUR suffering. LOL)
Nathan Alexander's Birth Story
Born: April 12th, 2010 at 5:33 AM
Weight: 7 lbs. 7 oz Height: 19 1/2 inches long
I don't really have much of a birth story. But here it is......
Around 2:30 AM on Mon I got up to go to the bathroom and I felt a little gush. I wasn't quite sure if it was my water or not so I laid back down. Then I decided to call my OB and they told me to come in and get checked. The first test that they did didn't show anything so they used the speculum and the OB saw a small puddle, and my water trickling out. I was actually having pretty regular contractions too. Which I was impressed that I actually felt, because I hadn't felt any contractions with Lucas. So they got me all prepped for my c-section, Mark took Lucas to my grandparents house -- it's good the they only live 5 mins away! Mark got his "jump suit" on and they took my back to the OR.
My DH was soo cute. He had this sweet little smile on his face the whole time. His little proud papa glow. And now that he looks at the pics he can see what I was laughing at him about. I was disappointed that they couldn't get my spinal done. They said that my spine was too deep?? They tried several times and only succeed to make my back and hip hurt worse! I had really wanted to have Mark in the room with me this time because he wasn't able to come in for my c-section with Lucas. My anesthesiologist was wonderful and took our camera back with him after he told DH that he couldn't come in because I was going to be under general again, and he took video and pictures of them cleaning Nathan up. He also tried to calm me down before I went under, he stroked my hair and told me that it was going to be okay, because I was crying.
Recovery was a little harsh. I felt like I got run over by a semi! I woke up in MAJOR pain this time because I wasn't able to get a spinal. But once they got the morphine drip going I felt pretty good! lol! First couple of days were a blur because I would pass out at random times. But because there weren't that many ppl around they brought Mark and Nathan back to the recovery room so that they would be there when I woke up. Mark told me that they were breaking a lot of rules for us.
But all in all my hospital stay was good. I had some really wonderful nurses. My grandparents kept Lucas for us Mon-Thurs so that DH didn't have to take him to the sitter and that he could bring him to see me every night after work.
Nathan is such a good baby compared to his brother. Very content and he only wakes up at night to eat. We did change his formula to soy in the hospital after the first two days.
Me and my boys!
Stoned mommy holding Nathan for the first time! (Mark LOVES this pics--dunno why?)
*** Note*** It took me a while to find this. I add a few things.
Nathan Christopher arrived Wednesday, April 7, 2010 at 6:11 PM, weighing in at 8 pounds 12 ounces and 21 inches long.
Tuesday (April 6th) evening I had 6 hours or regular painful contractions, but then they just stopped. Then, on Wednesday (April 7th), they started up again at about 2 pm. They were pretty intense and pretty regular, so my OB said to head to the hospital. Got to the hospital about 4:50. I got hooked up to the monitors and they tracked my contractions and his heart rate. His heart rate kept dropping with each contraction and I was only a fingertip dilated so they decided to do an emergency c-section. Got into the OR at 6 PM and he was born 11 minutes later. They had to put me to sleep since they didn't have time to get lab work done. His apgars were an 8 and 9. It all went by so fast, but we are glad to have him here, happy and healthy!
38 weeks (less than 2 hours before he was born!)
Daddy got to hold him first...
Grandma and big brother meeting him!
First outfit...poor little guy kept scratching his face!
Annabelle's Birth Story
This may get a little long ...
On mon april 5, I woke up at 2am to some contractions. Nothing regular or strong, but enough to keep me from sleeping. The contractions kept up all day, not settling into a regular pattern, but also not fading away, despite walking, resting, and lots of water. In the evening, DH, my mom and I all went to the last childbirth education class, and while there, I lost my mucus plug, which caused great amusement because I had had a repeating dream that my water would break during that class.
At home that night, I tried to get some sleep, but the contractions were just strong enough to prevent that from happening. In the morning, the contractions were slowly starting to settle in a regular pattern, about every 10-15 minutes. I had my 38 week appt that afternoon, at which my doctor agreed to check me (they generally only check at 39 weeks), and I was 2cm, 70%, though still quite posterior. The doctor swept my membranes, and told me that probably wasn't going to be too many days before I was in active labor.
Later tues night, around 11pm, I started feeling not so great, so we went to the hospital to get me checked. I had progressed to a 3, and about 80%, but my contractions were not in a regular enough pattern for them to admit me. Going home, I tried to rest as much as possible, but was unable to get any sleep.
By 4pm on wed, I was feeling bad. I had sudden swelling in my feet, a massive headache, and was seeing floaters, so we went back to l&d. I had not made any more progress, but my bp had spiked up to 140/100, after being at 120/70 since entering the third trimester. That, with my symptoms, and bloodwork, gave me the diagnosis of PIH rapidly moving towards pre-e. Since I was 38 weeks, the dr and me made the decision to induce rather than treat with medication, however the doctor delayed making the decision until there was a room available to me, rather than sending me home to wait for a phone call. 10 long hours in triage later, I got my room.
Once in my room, my mom phoned my husband to come back to the hospital, as he had gone home to get some sleep. Before we started the induction, i had a consult with anaethesiology, as I have severe reactions no most natural and synthetic narcotics, and we decided that i could try fentanyl if i decided that i needed something (I had planned on going without pain meds if i possibly could).
Just before 6am, the nurse started the pitocin, and within 15 minutes, it was starting to make my contractions more regular. At 7, my DH got back to the hospital, and by then my contractions were strong enough that I could no longer talk through them. I was checked, and had progressed to 5 and fully effaced, and the dr broke my water. I tried leaning against the wall and kneeling on the bed to help keep things moving, and started using some gas to help me through the contractions.
By 8, my contractions were so close that i was only getting 3 breaths as break between them. I was handling most of the contractions quite well, it was only that first sharp edge of the peak that was hurting. I was checked again, and was fully dilated, however Annabelle had turned and was posterior. I didn't feel any back pain, just a lot of pressure from how low she was. The dr had me get back on my knees on the bed to try and get her turned before i started pushing. They had a hard time keeping track of her heartbeat, so they inserted an internal moniter.
At this point the contractions were so strong that i needed a rest and had a dose of fentanyl, which really helped take the edge off of a few contractions. By 930, with one more dose of fentanyl, the urge to push was so strong that i had to push. The nurse set up the squat bar for me to put my feet on, and handles for me to hold. I found it hard to really commit to each push, and needed the encouragement of my dh, mom, and nurse to really commit and push properly. After 45 minutes, her head was just starting to show, and the nurse got ready to give me one more dose of fentanyl, thinking delivery was still a ways away. With the next contraction, and the nurse busy giving me the fentanyl, I push and Annabelle's head just pops out.
The nurse rushes to catch Annabelle, while having dh push the emergency page button to get the dr back in the room. The dr, seeing that the nurse has everything under control, has the nurse finish delivering Annabelle, rather than try to make us wait for her to suit up. The shoulders were so much worse than her head, if only because there was less pressure. She went directly skin to skin on my chest while my husband cut the cord, and my beautiful girl was right there in my arms. Amazingly, despite her fast exit with no support, i only had a small 2nd tear. Her apgars were 8 and 9, and she weighed in at 6lbs 10.5, and 17.75 ".