21 ½ inches long
I went to my appt at 39w, 5d and my doctor told me I wasn’t dilated or effaced. He hadn’t even dropped yet. He told me he wanted to induce me since I would defiantly go over my due date. He was mainly concerned because the baby was getting big for me and he was afraid he might get stuck. They decided to induce that Saturday – my due date. I went in at 7:15am and was hooked up to the pitosin by 8am. The doctor also put some antibiotic in my IV in case I had to have a c-section…It would help with the incision getting infected. The nurse said I was having a few contractions on my own(I couldn’t feel them), I was 60% effaced and a fingertip dilated. My doc came in within a half hour and wanted to put some cathader in me – it was supposed to help with effacing and dilation. It hurt like H**L!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to scream when he was putting that in. He finally got that in and I started noticing the pitosin working. By noon, I was around 2cm and still 60% effaced. The contractions were quite painful by then. At 1pm, I decided to get the epideral – not bad at all! Just felt a prick when they numbed the area and didn’t feel a thing after that. By 2pm I was about 3-4 cm and they broke my water. At 5pm, I hadn’t progressed at all since being 3-4 cm. My doctor told me that he would recommend a c-section. He said that since the baby still hadn’t dropped and I hadn’t made any progress in 3 hours, that he was afraid the labor would go on for a long time and that I may still end up with a c-section. They took me straight to the operating room and prepped me. By 5:30pm they were starting on getting him out. At 5:53pm, Carson William was born. I could hear him crying and then I started crying. It was the most wonderful feeling to hear him cry. I didn’t get to see him for about 5 minutes – they took him to check him out. Apgar scores were 9 and 9. I finally got to see him and starting crying even more. He was the most precious little thing I had ever seen. I didn’t feel the greatest afterward. I got sick while they were prepping me and then twice after he was born. And I was shaking a lot after too. Walking around was a challenge and we didn’t sleep at all that night. Nurses were walking in and out about every hour checking me and Carson’s vitals and I would get my pain medicine too. Everything is going well – Carson weighed 8lb, 6 oz when he left the hospital. Last night was the first night he slept well – I have been sooooo tired lately!!! He has his night and day mixed up!
Got to the hospital on Monday at 11:30 with Al, my Mom and step father. Didn't get to L&D until 12:15 since registration was so backed up. They set me up on a stretcher and got my IV going. Then the nurse says "OK, I'm going to do your foley catheter now." I was shocked! I thought that was something they did in the OR once you were numb, but nope, felt every bit of it and it hurt like a big, ugly dog!!! My surgery was scheduled for 1:00, but of course, the Dr was running behind by an hour!!! So it was sit and wait and the longer I waited the more nervous I got. By then my MIL and FIL arrived and we all sat around anxiously waiting for our little girl's birth! We were asked if we would mind having a nursing student watch and of course we didn't mind. We had this absolutlely wonderful girl who was so nice and it was good for Al since she kept him somewhat calm in the OR!! My Dr finally got there at 2:00 and then we had to wait for anesthesia to get back to the OR.
Finally at 2:15 I was wheeled into the OR. Al had to wait outside and he was a nervous wreck. I have never seen him this bad, I thought he was going to pass out. They did the spinal and it wasn't bad at all, then they let Al in. The poor guy looked like he had been crying. I was scared but I was trying not to show it for him so he would calm down. It seemed like it took forever but after a lot of pulling, tugging, and pressure, I heard a little squeak and was told her head was out, she was already trying to cry! They pulled her out and I heard the Dr say Wow, she's a big girl, you were all baby!!! She screamed so loud, it was the most wonderful sound in the world. Al and I just cried and cried! I had to tell him to go take pictures, and he took several of the floor before he got pics of the baby! Too funny!!! At 2:43pm our precious daughter was born!!
They took the baby to the nursery and Al went with her while they tied my tubes and closed me up. Al came back to check on me and let me know that she weighed 8 pounds 3 ounces and was 22 inches long, so I guess I really was all baby!! She was born at 38 weeks, I can't imagine how big she would have been if I had gone to 40!! Her Apgars were 8 and 9. I then went to recovery where I proceeded to shiver and shake and get very nauseous. The nurse kept asking if I was cold and I kept saying I didn't know since I was numb from the chest down. She finally took my temp and it was 94 so I guess I was cold. She heated me up with this wonderful hot air blanket and finally after an hour and a half I could go to my room. We made a stop at the nursery where I got to hold my little girl for the first time. It felt so natural, like she'd been there alll along! They took me to my room and then brought her to me. My parents and in-laws left to give us family time. I breast fed the baby right away and she latched on like a pro, it's so amazing that they know just what to do. We had about a half hour and I had Al go get Parker, I was dying to see him. In the mean time I was getting more and more nauseous. They gave me a shot of Zofran but it didn't touch it. Parker came up and was very shy but happy to see me. I wound up throwing up a few times and then they put a bag of Reglan with my IV and I felt a whole lot better. Everyone left by 8:30, I sent the baby to the nursery and tried to get some sleep. I slept for a little while but then woke up itching so bad from the spinal drugs and pain drugs that sleep was very hard all night. They gave me pain meds and Benadryl but I still couldn't sleep. At least I wasn't nauseous anymore!! I got a spinal headache on Wednesday when I got up to take a shower. They wanted to do a blood patch but I didn't want them going back into my spine since I am back on Lovenox so I had to tough it out. I stayed in the hospital until Thursday afternoon and almost stayed until Friday but we were getting a huge snow storm and I wanted to be home before it hit! The poor baby wasn't even named until the day we were leaving at around 2:00!! We named our little girl Addison Marie and we will call her Addy!! She's such a good baby, we are so truly blessed with both of our children. My losses were the hardest things I have ever experienced but when I look into the faces of these 2 beautiful children that my DH and I created it makes every bit of the heartache worth it! I feel so lucky to be their mother!!
Hey everyone! First of all... Thank you all for your congratulations. It was so fun to come home to all your notes. I am happy to say that Nathan and I came home yesterday evening (the 7th) and are doing GREAT!!! We actually went to Easter service at church this morning!
I see that Ann updated you all about the fact that they ended up inducing my labor on thursday morning (the 5th) at 7am. They had a hard time getting my IV in, which is my personal phobia... so that was really hard for me. Once they got it in though they started the Pitocin, which very promptly started contractions that were about 5 min apart and lasted 30-45 seconds. My midwife checked me before they got started and said that I was 3cm and 50% but that his head was to high for them to break my water. So all morning was pretty much a sit and wait game. At lunch she came back in and checked again, with no change. The contractions at this point were strong, but not painfull. So I started walking to try to bring Nathan down lower.
At 5:30pm my midwife came back in and finally announced that he was low enough to break my water, which she did right away. I was 4cm and 75% at that point and still not in any real pain. I was moved to the Delivery room and told that I could have my epidural at any point that I wanted it. I had been hoping to avoid the epidural, because after having a bad anestesiologist hit a nerve when I delivered my angel Luke... I am TERRIFIED of getting the epidural done. The contractions began to get very heavy and painfull though and I decided to just get it done. So about 1 hour after getting my water broken and with me in alot of pain with those nasty Pitocin induced contractons that were now comming every 3 min and lasting about a min I got my epidural put in. The Anestesiologist was so compassionate with me and was FANTASTIC... Praise God!!!
I then labored for another 2 hours or so before I began to feel some pressure. We called the midwife in from the Nurses station and she checked me and found that I was 9cm and almost ready to push. 1 contraction later I called her back and said that I really felt that it was time, so she checked again and said ,"Oh my... He is right there." so they all frantically started getting gloves on and such while my husband tried to get ahold of Ann (annk82) so she could listen in on the phone.
With the next contraction they got me in position and I started to push. Push one...Pressure....Push two... Discomfort... Push three...I could feel him crowning... Push four...
Nathan Robert was born at exactly 9:01pm on April 5th after 14 hours of mild labor and 4 pushes!!!! He weighed in at 7lb 15oz and was 21 in long.
After delivery Nathan nursed right away like a champ then contentedly went to sleep. He then slept for the next almost 12 hours without wanting to eat, so he lost 10oz before we left the hospital. So I have to bring him back in for a weight check tomorrow. He is eating much better now though, so I'm sot worried. My 2 older sons adore their little brother and fight over who gets to hold him. Over all it has been a dream come true. I am feeling great and have been getting a decent ammount of sleep despite the nursing. I am so in love and thrilled with every moment that I can hold, smell, and touch my new little guy. I am so blessed and praise the Lord for my Husband, and my three precious boys.
Thank you all for your support and encouragement. I hope to see you all over at the Parenting after a Loss board soon. I will be lurking around here for sure though as I want to meet all your little ones. God bless you all. ---------------------Leah
Ally's Birthy Story:
I was 39 weeks and feeling miserable and as swollen as a water balloon. I woke up friday morning and when in the bathroom lost my plug...eiw..lol never saw that with my first one.
I was crabby crabby crabby all weekend.
Sunday I woke up with slightly painful contractions, just a hint of pain with otherwise Braxton Hickes feeling ones. they persisted and got stronger all day....but i was afraid to hope it was the real thing even though i pretty much knew it was.
by ten we were hanging out and i started to really notice them a lot and realized i was having a lot of tem. i had DH time them while we watched a movie. 1/2 way through i asked where we were at and how far apart they were......the goober let me go an hour with them 4 minute apart!!! i couldn't even tlak through them.
So we rushed to the hospital and i was already 4cm. I told them i wanted to have her in the tub but they wanted to monitor her first, and that was agony. My water also broke at this point. i asked for drugs but was told i was 6cm and moving way too fast for drugs so i was best off with my original plan.
so into the tub i got. SOOOO much better in teh tub. it was a great way to get through the pain. 1/2 hour in there and I started to feel like maybe pushing would make the pain lessen, so i asked if i could, and 15 minutes later at 2:49 AM April 30th 2007 Allison Nicole entered the world by way of the bath tub. We had checked into teh hospital at 12;30AM so needless to say, things went VERY quickly!! She was 8lbs 8oz, and 21 inches long.
Very different from my first where my water broke and STILL i needed to be induced and was in labor for 24 hours! Every birth truly is different, sometimes it goes JUST the way you want it, and sometimes things are unexpected. Just keep an open mind and no matter what happens you will always remember that wonderful first moment when you meet your sweet little baby!!!
Here is my birth story:
Thursday night, I was sitting on the couch (Editing this very topic, believe it or not.... !), and I felt a sharp pain in my belly. I thought Emma had kicked really hard or something, because she had been active all day. A second later, I felt a gush. Thinking I had peed myself, I went in to check, and it was not pee, and it kept gushing out everytime I moved. I called the OB, who sent me in to get checked. Of course, in the hospital parking lot, so much fluid gushed out that it ran down the front of my pants. I told the triage nurse my OB sent me to be checked, and she started laughing, and sent me right into a labor room. Well, I was only 1-2cm and 50% effaced, and my contractions had just started on the way there, and were almost unnoticable. I labored through the night, not getting any sleep. In the morning, I was only at 3cm and 80%, after 8 hours of laboring. They put me on pitocin to move things along, since they were worried about her heartrate being low all the time. The contractions were getting hard to talk through. I held out for a while longer, and when at 11am I was only 5cm, and I was exhausted, and the contractions were still not in a regular pattern, I agreed to the epidural. I don't think I could have made it without it. I had the shakes, and could not talk during contractions, and was not even near pushing. After that, things went pretty easily. The epidural was great, I had no problems with it. I catnapped a bit. I still had irregular contractions, but no pain, I just felt my belly tighten when I had them. After a while, I was feeling pressure down low. I had not seen the nurse in a bit, so while I waited for her to come check, I did some small pushes during contractions, in the hope that it would help with the dilation. at 3:45pm, the shift changed, and a new nurse came in. I told her I had pressure, so she checked me. She laughed, said she didn't even have to feel around, she could see the head, and I was about to have her. So everyone rushes in, including the OB (whom I had not seen at all yet). I pushed for about 5-6 pushes, when they told me to wait a second. There was some commotion, and then I was told to push and wait, push and wait, for a few more pushes. Then she was out! She cried almost right away, and her apgar was 8. I got a quick cuddle, then she was taken to the other side of the room to be checked out and cleaned up. Despite being early, she never had to go to NICU or have oxygen or anything.
I found out while being stitched, that what happened was her cord was very tight around her neck, and she was crowning so slowly, that they ended up doing a quick episiotomy and using the vacuum extractor. It was only a 1 degree episiotomy though, so not too bad.
Her second apgar was a 9. She was sponged clean, and had a chance to breast feed a bit, then taken for a more thorough checkup while I was cleaned up. We're both doing well. She's had a bit of trouble latching, and we had some sleepless nights, but I think its getting better every feeding, and I slept today some.
So her final stats are:
Emma Elisabeth, born July 13th, 2007
6lbs, 4oz at birth, 19in.
We started TTC in September of 2005. We conceived in January of 2006. We lost that precious angel at 7.5 weeks in March 2006. It was the worst day of my life.
We conceived again in December of 2006. Here is her story:
Gwyneth Hadley K_____
September 2, 2007
6 lbs, 7 oz.
19 in. long
The first day of September was like any other day. I got out of bed on this particular Saturday morning around ten-ish feeling lazy from my surge of late-pregnancy hormones. I would be 39 weeks on Monday. The laziness quickly faded as I realized all that I hoped to accomplish that day. I was nesting, yes, indeed! I needed to take our queen-sized comforter to the big washer at the laundry-mat. Check. I then cleaned on the house. Check. Hmmm…I really wanted to add the final items to my hospital bags and unload the dishwasher. However, I was tired at this point and opted to go lay out by the pool instead. I was having a few irregular, not-at-all-painful contractions at this point. However, this was the norm for me lately.
Rich got home from work while I was at the pool. I came in and got ready for church. We attended mass at 5:30 that evening. Then we had big plans! One last hurrah on the town…we were to have dinner at the Olive Garden and then head down to Omaha’s Old Market. Dinner was fantastic. I had lasagna and Rich had the manicotti. I noticed my contractions were somewhat stronger. Oh well, not to get my hopes up. I was experiencing cramping and some lower back pain at this point also. After dinner we went to the Old Market. I didn’t really feel up to our usual walking though. We simply went to our favorite, charming little European bakery and had Black Cherry sodas & chocolate. We sat on the patio laughing and talking…yes, the occasional giggle was due to “people watching”. The lady at the table next to us caught on and admitted that she loved to do the same. The evening was one of the sweetest Rich and I ever spent together. But our time left as a family of two was much shorter than we might have thought…
When we got home, I set up the digital camera to take our picture. The contractions were yet stronger and I was cramping more. Yes, at this point I added more items to the hospital bag. I went to the restroom and noticed that I was losing my mucus plug. Wow. This was exciting. I was downright giddy and even offered to show it to Rich. He immediately declined. Rich and I headed on to bed as it approached one a.m. I lay in bed having fairly regular contractions. By around 2:30 a.m. I was sure I was in labor. Now I just needed to see if they would get more regular. Sure enough, the contractions were getting more regular. By three o’clock they were about 9 minutes apart. Around 3:45 they got to be about 5 minutes apart. Somewhere between that I had started having to really BREATHE through the contractions. I came down stairs a little before four. I finally unloaded and loaded the dishwasher. I actually had to stop and hold the counter through two contractions while conquering this final task.
I went upstairs and woke Rich. His first reaction to the lamp was, “Wha…what’s going on? Why’s the lamp on?” I told him we were heading to the hospital, to let me call the doc first. I called and a nurse practitioner called me back. She didn’t question whether we should be going. I told her I had no idea the contractions would be this intense. We would soon find out why though. Rich loaded our bags. I became nauseous and began to vomit while in the upstairs bathroom. As soon as I had control again we left. I was so scared, nervous and excited.
We entered through the ER. I actually had to be wheeled up in a chair since I couldn’t really move during contractions. We were admitted at 5:10 a.m. After being hooked up to the monitor I had to answer questions as the nurse typed. I also gave her a copy of our birthplan. The contractions were so intense at this point…about 3 to 4 minutes apart. I just remember rubbing my face so hard and breathing through each contraction. She checked my cervix. She said she could feel my bag of waters and that I was 5 centimeters dilated & 90% effaced. (Note- I had been 2 to 3 cms and 70% effaced at my appointment the previous Monday.) The nurse said at this rate she thought we would have baby in our arms by noon. I joked that I hoped it was at most ten a.m. I was vomiting some. I remember Rich asking the nurse if this was normal. Yes, it was. At this point I was asked to make a decision regarding an epidural. I said if I was only halfway there, with this intensity. That yes, I would take it. Soon thereafter my water broke. I kept telling the nurse that I was getting a STRONG urge to push already. The anesthesiologist finally showed up around 6:10. The nurse checked me and said, “You all aren’t going to believe me, but you are 9 centimeters. In fact, I think one push would get rid of that lip on your cervix and you will be at ten.” Suddenly I wasn’t so sure about the epidural. I had a discussion with the anesthesiologist between contractions about how I thought the Epi mostly helped during dilation, but could hinder the pushing. He seemed to agree. Therefore I DECLINED the epidural (it was hard to say no at this point...go me!!!). I pushed once with the nurse checking, and we were ready to go. We quickly discussed specific key points of the birthplan at this point; since the nurse had not yet had time to read it.
We actually started pushing right way (between 6:15 and 6:30). My body totally took over. It actually felt really good to push in comparison to not pushing. My doc showed up after I had pushed about ten minutes. About ten minutes after that they could already see the head. I felt down there- touching my baby with my hand for the first time. Dr. J was holding a warm rag to my perineum and really stretching me as we went. Basically it took about another 10 to 15 minutes. I just remember Rich saying over and over, “Oh my God, Baby. You are doing it. You are amazing. I can see her head. You are amazing.” It helped so much just having him sweetly encourage me. The nurse was great…counting down the pushing breaths for me. I think I was pushing three or four times per urge. I pushed so hard. It burned so much as her head crowned. They all encouraged me to touch her again. I recall saying, “Just get her out, just get her out!!!” They immediately placed her on my chest. I didn’t cry the way I thought I would. I just looked at her in amazement. Sometimes I think we have pivotal moments in our lives, where we know our lives will never be the same. I was so incredibly aware of this evolution.
We had requested that they allow for the umbilical cord to stop pulsating before it was cut. Daddy did the honors and cut the cord. Dr. J delivered my placenta. I had experienced a second-degree tear and had to have stitches. When the doctor and nurse massaged my uterus, it was incredibly painful. They explained it was necessary to avoid clots though.
My husband was so proud. He just kept looking at me, then her, me then her. He kept saying, “That was incredible. You did it baby. I cannot believe she is here already. That was fast…what a champ!!!” He then started calling people that we had spoken to less than two hours earlier. Rich also got out the camera and video camera (there had been no time up to this point!!!). As proud a proud daddy he began taking pictures and videoing.
Gwyneth’s apgar scores were 9 and 9 (at one and five minutes after birth). She weighed 6 lbs, 7 oz and was 19 inches long. Her chest & head both measured 12 inches around. She took her first breath at 7:01 a.m. and stole our hearts forever. I never doubted she would be precious. However, my imagination was never able to fathom such beauty! I love her so much and cannot wait to spend the rest of my life being her mommy.
Well, as most of you know. I had my 36 week appointment and it did not go as I had planned. My doc said Averi was only 4lbs 11oz and that I did not have much fluid in there. So then I saw a specialist and yadda yadda yadda... long story short for those of you who don't know. They said my placenta was not feeding her enough and that she needed to come out. They scheduled an induction for Aug 7, 2007.
So Aug 6th I went out on a date with DH and saw a movie, had dinner, he bought me a slushy at the movies and we had a great night. Then Aug 7th I went to work early got off at 3 and I was not allowed to eat anything after lunch ... DH had scheduled a hair appointment for me. He is so sweet! So I chopped off my hair to my shoulders and got it highlighted!! I love it...anyway...then we head to the hospital where my mother had already been waiting for us...
They got me registered and situated in a room and told me I could not eat just in case I needed a c-section.... this was aggrivating since Averi's heart rate had always been great... but oh well.
They hooked me up to monitor her heart rate and contrax... i was having mild contrax that I could not even feel and when the nurse checked me I was at 2cm ...yeye...
Then a nurse came in to start an IV, she stuck me once and it was no good...ouch...she stuck me twice and it was no good...ouch again so she gave up and a second nurse came in to start an IV, she stuck me once and got it but she blew it... needless to say that was a big ouch and I have huge bruise to show for it...then the third nurse came in...she stuck me once and got...Thank God!!!
Then they left me for a while...I have no idea why the cervidil had not be inserted yet...I was feeling cramps in my back (I always feel cramps in my back when I am laying on it ever since the 2nd tri)... so I rolled over to my side...then I sneezed and a bunch of fluid came out of me...the nurse came in and told me to get off my side (she did not tell me why) but I got back onto my back and told her that when I sneezed I felt a lot of fluid come out and I don't know if it is pee or my water. So she checked me and she said the test came up negative for fluids... okay...
Then she does an ultrasound and measures my fluids...they were at 2cm...yikes, she told me the safe amt is 10cm.... and since the test came back negative that my water had broken, it meant my placenta wasn't working enough to replenish the amt of fluids...
Okay...so then they have the on call doc come in... (my doc was scheduled to be there in the morning when I was supposed to start the pitocin) The on call doc starts talking about how much stress the baby is in because her heart rate drops every time I move and he showed me the chart... it was dropping dramatically , he told me that with her showing signs of stress and my fluids being so low he did not want me to have any large contrax. He said that the fluid is what helps cushion the baby during labor till it breaks and that in the current situation it would be easy for her cord to wrap round her neck or for her to pinch her cord by laying on or what not... I am probably not explaining it very well but the point is her heart rate was dropping with my movement and my fluid was low so the on call doc said the only option was c-section and I agreed...
At this point it was "get my baby out and make sure she is healthy" its all I cared about...
So then they start talking to me about drugs
Do I want the epi where only one person can be in the room with me or do I want to be knocked out where no one can be in the room with me...they also described to me the dangers of being knocked out and having a complacent baby...risks I already knew about because that's why I never wanted a drugged birth ....
Then they start talking to me about what they were going to do to me...and I freaked...I literally freaked out...I started crying and I was so scared, I even said and I quote "I can't do this, I can't do this, just knock me out I can't do this"
The nurse grabbed my hand and reminded me that we don't want to be knocked out for the safety of the baby...and I was still crying...then DH stepped in and I will forever love him (if not for anything else) for this one thing he did for me!
He put his forehead to mine and looked me dead in the eyes and said, Stephanie calm down, God has it all under control, you are going to be fine and Averi is going to be fine, and then we prayed... I calmed down a lot. I was still nervous and still crying but I knew I could do it and I knew it had to be done.
So then they roll me out to get my epi leaving my DH behind...WHAT??? ... I didn't want to be without him but they said he couldn't be back there while they put the epi in. My super nurse (the same one that got my IV in the first try) held me against her chest and talked to me and rubbed my back, then the epi guy said a sting... and it was over... my legs started going numb and they had to place me on the bed, they had my arms out like a T ... and they raised a blue curtain. Then DH came in and sat by my side I told him to just keep talking to me...he kept me very distracted from what was going on... I felt a lot of tugs and pulls but no pain.
DH was right there the whole time...God I love this man so much more just from this experience... then I felt them push on my stomach really hard and I heard her first cry!! She was born 08/07/07 at 9:57pm weighing 5lbs 7.7oz and 17.75 inches long! DH got to see her and he took some pix, I got to hold her for the first time, then they handed her to DH and he was told to leave as they stitched me back up. They had previously warned me that if she was as small as they thought she would have to be in the NICU...but with her birth weight...Thank God, she could go to the nursery!!!
The recovery room was a nightmare, they could not put me on morphine because I am allergic to it so I had some other drug on a push as needed thing... they brought Averi to me and she had some issues latching on but seemed to get it after a few tries. Then they said they had to take her away due to checking her sugar and all that because of her size and I didn't see her again for a few hours... it made me sad. The nurse came back and said Averi's sugar level was 37 (very low) and that they wanted to supplement with formula to get it up... and I agreed...
The rest is a bit of a blur, the drug they had me on made me loopy. I would talk to people and in mid sentence pass out then pop back awake and try to finish my convo...lol...it made everyone laugh!
I got to breast feed finally cause Averi started passing all her sugar tests! And I have to use a breast shield on my right nipple cause in mid-suckle it likes to flatten out. But other than that the breast feeding is going super smoothly. We are home now. Have been since Friday but I just have not had time to post yet.
Averi is doing great!!! She is so healthy and steadily getting bigger and stronger. She likes to push her head off my chest, and sometimes while she is laying down she tries to roll over so I know she is getting stronger and stronger each day. She is perfect! I am sooo in love and its so great to see how much DH loves her too! Her cord fell off last night... and I cleaned it up this morning and that's where we are as of today!!
Both happy, both healthy, I do feel a little sad I didn't get to birth her naturally or vaginally... but I am confident the right decision was made...
I had a scheduled c-section since Nolan was breech. My mom came with me and DH to the hospital. We got there at 5:45 am and I was put in a bed and they strapped up the monitors and there was Nolan's heartbeat. WHEW! Secretly, that had been my fear, that we'd get to the hospital and there would be no heartbeat. My c-section was scheduled for 8 am. It was time to get the IV going but 3 nurses and 5 pokes later they were having no luck. See, I wasn't allowed to drink anything after midnight which meant my veins were not going to cooperate. The anaesthesiologist came in and he was my last hope. After 2 sticks he finally found a vein on the side of my left hand, just under my thumb. YEAH, OUCH! And I had to hold my hand in a weird, ****-eyed position until I had enough fluid in me and could relax my hand. What a nightmare.
DH's dad and stepmom arrived about 6:30 am. They drove from Neenah, WI down to us in IL (about a 3 1/2 hour drive!) We chatted it up and found out that an emergency c-section bumped me so we had longer to wait. Not a big deal, I understood.
Now it's my turn. I get into the OR and have to sit on the table so I can get the epidural. This was the worst experience of my life. I have back issues and alot of damage to in my lower lumbar so I don't know if that was an issue, but getting the epidural hurt so bad. I thought the numbing shot was supposed to take care of that ? I had electric shocks shoot down both my legs, jolting them so badly they kicked on their own. I felt the needle going thru the bone in my back. I was crying really hard actually stopping myself from screaming. LORD HAVE MERCY.....I WILL BE HARD PRESSED TO GET AN EPIDRUAL NEXT TIME IF I'M SUCCESSFUL WITH VBAC.
Once the epidural was done and I was laid down, DH came in and the doc started cutting. I didn't feel anything, not even tugging really. He was so far in the front she didn't really have to move much around I guess. I think I was holding my breath as she said she was pulling him out. I just waited and waited and as soon as I heard Nolan crying I was in tears. He was born on August 8, 2007 at 10:15 am. He weighed a whopping 9 lbs 7 oz and was 21 1/2". Before I knew it the nurse flashed him around the corner of the screen so I could get a glimpse but then she whisked him to the warmer to suction him and wrap him up and that is when the neo-natologist checked him over. He does have hypospadia, which means his urethra is split. At 6 months he'll have to have surgery and a circumcision to repair the urethra but it's not a big deal. DH and I weren't planning on having him circumsized but we have to and we are fine with it. Hey, nothing has really gone our way with this pregnancy, so why should the "after" be any different, right?
I think once I knew he was safe and DH followed him to the nursery I fell asleep and woke up when they got me into recovery. DH was there and so was my dad and his dad. They brought Nolan right to me and he started BF'ing right away. I thought he'd be a champ but now, 4 weeks later, I'm only pumping about 2 oz of milk a day. He's a lazy latcher and even in the hospital I had to supplement because the colustrom wasn't enough for such a big baby.
Forgive me that it took so very long. Been pretty exhausting since I arrived the Hospital on Wednesday. Baby Louisa taking after mom excited with attention she gets from mommy, daddy and everyone visiting her. She's very beautiful and very healthy. I got to starty moving around 2nd day of recovery. Things that bother me is a sinus infection clearing up, gas hasn't passed yet and hemorrhoid I have that comes and goes from the end of my pregnancy. Got kind of more uncomfortable lately, but Dr. will get me something when I go home. My Dr. still has me on a adjusted diet. (Even of these few things bothering me I say this C-Section delivery gone a lot better than my 1st). Will be home on Sunday
September 12, 2007
7 lbs 15 oz; 19"
5:30 AM -- Mom took DH and I to hospital to sign in and get me in a L&D room to start on IV fluids/Penicillin
11:45 AM -- Or about this time gave the Epidural
12:34 PM -- Louisa delivered by C-Section
Two hours after delivery in recovery room. Baby Louisa with me at all time, too. After 2 hrs nurse took me to my room where I'll stay until Saturday. Baby Louisa for the most part was able to room with me unless really sleepy at night she would be taken to the nursery. Also if I have visitors and like to walk around with them out of the unit, the nurses will look over baby Louisa in nursery. (2nd day after C-Section delivery I was able to get up moving around).
2 wk Post Partum
September 26, 2007
Weight check up 172 lbs
(Pre- Pregnancy weight 182 lbs)
Incision looking great and healing wonderfully.
But ever so once in awhile still get the itchiness, sensitivity mid section belly. None too bad thought. Discharge drying up. Still I question how much longer I'll have this and will end? Because being that I'm BF'ing not so sure when my cycle will come back. In 3 weeks I see my OB and mentioned that I like to start on the IUD Birth Control.
Baby's check up
September 27, 2007
7 lbs 12 oz.; 24"
Whew that was alot of work ladies. But like Kelly told you guys- Myles Jashaun was born on Friday August 24th at 3:09pm. After 3 doses of Cytotec, IV Pitocin an Epidural that wore off at the end, and almost needing an emergency c-section b/c they broke my water and his heart rate was going into the 90's with back to back contractions. But it was all worth it he's home and safe. It took over 24 hours to get to that point with all the laboring I was good with it until about 6 hours after starting the pitocin the pain was unbearable and I needed the epi. Before that I was up walking around the whole time. He was 6lbs 13oz alot smaller then I thought he would be. The u/s estimate was 7 3 on Wednesday so obviously close but not really. He has the biggest feet in the world. Breastfeeding is hard and well a wee bit painful but I'm trying he's trying etc. Going to get my pump tomorrow and at least he'll get the breast milk. Dad is well pissing me off but whats new. He likes to cuddle but not do diapers or really help. I'm totally in love and amazed that after all this time and effort and well utter sadness and depression I have a child laying here next to me. Totally bittersweet that I never had that opportunity with Jeremiah but nice to know this little one is here to stay.
I can't find my camera cord to upload the pics but here are a few from my cell phone.