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Camden's Birth Story:
I had my baby shower last Saturday and felt great and was able to get up and around a little bit with no problems. Then on Sunday I started to feel more crampy and as DH will testify a bit more hormonal and crazy (which I haven't really been at all the whole pregnancy). All this week I've been pretty miserable each day: really crampy, tons of pressure, if I got up at all, standing for even 2 minutes the lower part of my uterus felt like a pulled muscle and I needed to immediately lay down, but for the most part I couldn't even get comfortable laying down. I couldn't get comfortable sitting or sleeping...I just chalked it up to normal pregnancy discomfort since I'd just been checked on the 14th and was still at 1cm and 80% (which I'd been at for the past month). Turns out maybe the whole week baby was preparing?
Thursday morning I woke up and I could walk again! I felt so much better that morning - a lot of the pressure was gone, so I figured maybe I had overdone it at the baby shower the past weekend and that now I was back to normal. The only change was now my contractions were only felt really really low right behind my pubic bone, but I didn't have more than 2 or 3 each hour (completely normal for me). I'd been laying on the couch, feeling alright, watched an entire episode of House. When that ended another episode started at 9. I watched the intro, took my dose of Procardia, and then got up to go pee hoping to make myself feel a little more comfortable.
While I was sitting on the toilet I felt something pop that felt exactly like I'd just broken a water balloon. It even sounded like I'd just popped a water balloon and a gush of liquid splashed into the toilet. I went and told my mom (we are living with my parents right now), called the doctor, and then I called DH at work and told him to meet us at the hospital, while my parents drove me in. I wasn't really having too many contractions, but I didn't want to wait for them just to be on the safe side with my history.
DH was kind of freaking out, lol. In a good way, though. He said I got to the hospital around 9:30 and then I walked to L&D. I love coming at night because the elevators don't end up stopping at every floor on the way up. At this point I was having contractions about every 3 minutes. They were the most painful ones I'd had so far, but really nothing too bad, though they did take my breath away. The nurse checked me in, got me a bed, and started getting things prepped.
My OB had told them to start the GBS test and see where I was and they were going to call him when I got close. Meanwhile I was laying in the bed with the contractions getting more and more painful. The nurse asked me what my pain was on a scale of 1-10 and I said at least a nine because I was in so much pain. She was like "No..you are probably only at a 6." And I was like "Ummmmm no f'n way - I am at least at an 8." But she didn't seem to believe me. By the time the on call doctor made it over to do the GBS swab and put the speculum in I overheard him and the nurse say "I can already see the baby's head, does he still want me to do the swab??" and they said that I was complete, which I took to mean 10 cm.
So they continue to go about their way. They do the swab and the on call doctor goes back to doing paperwork. I was a little frustrated at this point because I knew I wasn't going to get an epidural, the pain was getting worse, and it seemed like the doctor didn't even want to deliver the baby. Everything went so fast, though, that he said he was just waiting for the baby to come a little further down and stretch things out more before I started pushing. There was no way I couldn't push, though. I was near delirious with pain. DH was trying to talk me through it and I bit him several times to try to cope with the pain of the contractions. Lol.
They had me push for a couple of minutes and then I guess the baby's HR was dropping down to the 80's or 90's. I think it was at this point they had me breath through 2 contractions and he gave me an episiotomy. They also put some oxygen on me to help me breathe. I was really out of it and I know I was screaming at the nurses a little bit. They kept telling me to breathe slower and I kept shouting "I AM breathing!"
I barely remember anything, just staring at the bright light on the ceiling and finally during one of the contractions I had already pushed twice and I heard the nurse say "He could be born on this one if you really push him!" And all I could think was "OMG an end in sight!" lol so I pushed as hard as I could and his head came out. I think I only ended up pushing through 7 or 8 contractions. The cord was wrapped once around his neck and under his arm. They said he was pretty tangled in there, so the doctor cut it before they could deliver him. He started crying and they let me touch him before they took him to clean him up and check on him.
They wrapped him up and let me hold him for 5 minutes and then let DH hold him before they took him to the special care nursery. As soon as the baby left my doctor walks in and was like "What the heck happened? I hurried in here as fast as I could!" Lol. Then he stitched me up. I had to wait around and 'recover' for about an hour and a half until they would wheel me up to the nursery to see my baby, but all the family went up to visit him in the meantime.
I still hadn't really decided on whether or not I wanted the epidural, but I was definitely planning on getting it if I felt I needed it. I am SO SO glad that it happened the way it did, though. I am really glad I got the chance to experience what it feels like to have my baby almost completely naturally. It was also a pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies. Lol. I am very glad I did it this way, but next time I'm getting 5 epidurals. Or more. Haha.
And Camden was just a little guy - if I had been full term I can't imagine how much more pain I might have been in.
Apgars 7 and 8
eyes - still very dark, can't even see them
hair - dirty blonde
Monday May 18th, I went for my biweekly NST test @ 930am. I was exhausted from the weekend of searching for the missing puppy and for the first time in 2 weeks I wasn't thinking about "when's the soonest my doc will induce".
As always baby was perfect on the machine. The doc came in a couple times to monitor as she always has and the appointment appeared to be another boring appt. Doc came in at the end and I asked her if we could put something down on the schedule for an induction if he doesn't come on his own by 39 weeks.
She sat down and began to tell me that she has some serious concerns about my medical condition and beleives that I am borderline preclampsic, borderline gestational hypertension, I had a weight gain of 7lbs over a 4 day span, my gestational diabetes was becoming uncontrolled... she said that I had 2 options. First was to go to the hospital today and induce, the second was to go to the hospital and strict bedrest until Friday (38weeks). We talked about the risks and benefits... the risks of course is that baby's lungs still had a less than 1% chance of not being developed... however my health could became a "grave" concern and she didn't want my placenta to give out which can cause serious problems rather quickly...
I chose induction. Started the pitocin at 1:30pm... contractions were regular and slightly stronger, but nothing unbearable... I was 3cm and 80%.
At 5:24pm doc came in and checked me... still 3cm and 80%... she broke my water.
At 5:55pm the first of the worst contractions I'd felt began. I did not want to cry for the epideral too early so I tried and tried to hang in there. By 6:10pm the contractions were 2minutes apart and STRONG so I requested the epideral. The nurse checked me and I was a 4 and 80%.
"Epi dude" came in at 6:40pm... epi was in place and they started the bolus dose at 7:15pm. Although the contractions weren't super painful... the pressure was almost unbearable... I kept telling the nurse that I was having lots of pressure with the contractions. She went to place the catheter in at 7:30pm and was having great difficulty getting it in, she finally got it in and checked me... 8cm and 100% She immediately called the doc and said "she's an 8 and changing fast"
At 7:45pm I was trying my darndest not to push... i kept asking where the doc was... Finally my doc walked in at 7:50pm at which I yelled "I need to push now". She was getting gowned up and I began pushing with the nurse at 7:53pm...
I had 4 contractions... and at 8:06pm there he was! Perfect in every way!!
He let out 5 really good cries and then was quiet. Turned out that he had swallowed some fluid and since he came out so quick my body didn't compress it out of him. His temp was also low 96.3 so he had to stay under the lights for an hour and a half. I couldn't hold him until his temp came up...
So I laid there being stitched up (truthfully the worst part of entire experience) she had to give me 2 lidocane injections in my whoohaa because I still hadn't gotten all of the effects of the epi. But it was ALL WORTH IT!!
I finally got to hold him an hour and half after he was born and since then every minute I look at him, I fall further and further in love!!
Carson Michael L
May 18th, 2009 @ 8:06pm
19 inches long
First I wanted to thank Lisa for posting updates and Ben's birth announcement for me!!!!!! Lis, you're the best!!!!
On Sunday afternoon I went to L&D because I thought I might be in labour, but I was still 4+ and no change in effacement. The doctor told me to go home, have a bath, and if I didn't settle down to go back in. We just hung out for the rest of the day but by 9pm I was feeling really intense back pain the way I did when I went into labour with Claire. I drove myself back to the hospital at about 10pm for a reassessment and found out I was no more dilated or effaced. I wanted to cry. I was told I could go home or walk around for a couple hours and see what happened, so I decided to walk. That sucked. I was in so much pain from walking I almost died. I returned to L&D at 12:30 and was more effaced but no more dilated. Seemed as though my cervix enjoyed being stuck where it was. My OB was on call that night and she came in after my assessment and gave me my options - either go home or have my water broken. I opted to have my water broken! I called DH to tell him and I went over to the delivery room. I had my water broken at 1:05 am and DH walked in about 10 minutes later. Oh yeah, I had so much fluid that it was shooting out of me like a fire hydrant. Every time the doctor moved the baby to empty each pocket of fluid it was literally spraying to the end of the bed and I was sitting in a little lake of water and the doctor was soaked.
As soon as DH arrived the nurse got me up to labour in the shower. She asked me what I wanted for pain management and I told her I did not want an epidural but was open to other pain relief if needed. As soon as I got in the shower and sat on the birthing ball the contractions started. They were about 3 minutes apart at first and it was just slightly pain rectal cramping, but in no time they were a minute apart and excruciating. After about only 45 minutes in the shower I moved back to the bed so the nurse could check me and I was 7-8 cm. I was screaming for an epidural, but Kelly my nurse suggested I try some Entonox (sp?) gas instead. I was on my hands and knees on the bed because the baby was LOP (face up) and I had to get him to turn. The gas took a teeny bit of the edge off the contractions. Kelly managed to start an IV between contractions, just in case. She checked me about 5 minutes later and I was 9+ cm, and in another couple minutes I was fully dilated. No time for an epidural even if I wanted one. And OMG, I always wondered how I would know when to push, but the urge is completely overwhelming.
I turned onto my back and the nurse said if I wanted to try pushing I could with the next contraction. I don't think wild horses could've stopped me once I was allowed to push! After one push Kelly said "OK, stop". She said she could already see the baby's head, so she called in the people that needed calling. I pushed 3 times with each contraction, for 4 contractions and out he came. I was nervous about how much it would hurt when he was crowning, but other than a little burning, I barely felt it. Actually, it was a relief to finally be able to do something with those contractions. They hurt like heck, to put it mildly! I never felt a single one in my belly - they were all in my rectum. So start to finish the whole thing lasted for 1 hour and 45 minutes, and I only pushed for 15 minutes! I have a 2nd degree tear and a few stitches, but I feel freaking amazing. I barely hurt at all and am getting around just fine.
Because of the quick delivery, Ben was born with some fluid in his lungs, which apparently happens quite often with fast deliveries. He was taken to the NICU for some O2 (just barely over room air), and then later on in the day he was on straight room air. He has an IV to get some fluids and protein/amino acids, but he came off the monitor today. He has tolerated all of his feedings with no puking for the past 24 hours or so and is eating more and more all the time. I'm pumping about 15ml of colostrum every 3 hours, so he gets that and a teeny bit of formula. I'm hoping my milk will come in tomorrow! We will start actual breast feedings tomorrow. Please keep your fingers crossed for us!
Ben looks a lot like Claire when she was born, but he really looks a lot more like his daddy than Claire did. He's got lots of blonde hair and all of Mike's facial features. He's even had a haircut already, since they moved his IV from his hand to his scalp last night. It's no big deal - just a better spot for an IV when some babies don't like it in their hand and it's being tugged at.
I am rooming in with him tonight and probably tomorrow night, so Mike is taking me back to the hospital after dinner. Thanks you guys for all your well wishes and thoughts. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to reply to everyone's posts, and I will try hard to catch up once Ben is home with us! Leaving the hospital without him is the hardest thing I've ever done, but I know he's where he needs to be right now. Take care everybody and talk to you all soon!
Benjamin Reid, May 25/09, 2:58am, 8 pounds 4 ounces, 20 inches
Pagan Amber-Lynn McD Time of Birth: 10:31pm Date of Birth: June 3rd, 2009 Weight: 8lbs 6oz Length: 22ins long Length of PG: 37 weeks 5 days (we are guessing the dr's got it wrong based on her size)
At about 10:50am on Wednesday June 3rd, I got the call to go into L&D between noon and 1pm so they could insert prostaglandin(sp?) and get things underway. They monitored me for just a little over an hour...in which time her heart rate became a small issue and the pain for me was unbearable...but they sent me home regardless and told me to call at 7pm to see if they wanted me to come back in. I swear if this nurse would have been on duty when I went back I would have killed her. Before I left after lunch, I explained to them that the contractions were really painful and then they would weaken from about 100% to about 75% in strength and then jump right up to 150% and that this pattern continued for about 15 minutes before I would get a 30 second break before it started again...she didn't care and sent me home.
I took the city bus home and the drivers all knew that Thursday was the day and they were purposely avoiding all of the bad bump areas so my water didn't break on the bus...and Wednesday, the driver I had at the hospital was the same driver to take me home, and she took it further...she would drive on the yellow line if not over it to avoid ALL of the bumps. Which considering the pain I was in...it was greatly appreciated.
I got in the house and managed to tell DF what happened and he was shocked himself that they sent me home. He ended up listening to me screaming bloody murder for about a little over 4 hours and he couldn't do anything to help. If I moved my big toe, the pain got worse it was that bad. I did call up and beg for them to let me come back in but she told me that they won't see me before 7pm and that I could come up but they would just send me home. I tried the shower on my lower back and it helped until one of the other residents in my building flushed his toilet and the hot water burnt me. After that I just started flailing around the house like a fish out of water, crying my eyes out because I couldn't tolerate it...it hurt soooo much.
At 6:55pm I called L&D...no answer so I hung up and told DF, I am not gonna stop calling till I get someone...he agreed because he was pissed and worried. His ex wife had 2 kids all natural and she wasn't ever in this much pain so he was freaking out because he suspected this may just be a quick labor. After the 4th call to L&D, they finally picked up and it was a new nurse (THANK GOD!!!) and she told me to get up there ASAP... so we called the cab company we had put on notice and they were waiting outside by the time I managed to make it down the stairs and within 5 minutes we were making our way through Emerg and up to L&D.
They immediately took me back to the room where I was earlier (they didn't even clean up the milk carton or cookie wrapper that I left earlier). They hooked me up and the resident that was shadowing that night asked me every question imaginable... How far was I?, How far apart are the contractions? Am I sure I'm not making it more then it is? The about 10 minutes after they hooked me up, and all of the nurses and the resident are there holding my hands, telling me to breathe and relax, one of the nurses goes to check me and she must have had the smallest fingers ever because it was as if she was digging for treasure up there... it hurt so much I told her to get her hands out of me or I would kick her in the head... she promptly removed her fingers...lol A second nurse tries to do it...she is a little more gentle but once she hit my cervix..OMG!!!!!!! I didn't give her warning, I just went to kick her... but she grabbed my foot...lol She tells us that we are at 2cm and it could be a while yet...and she'd get the dr. DF was starving and asked if I was allowed to eat...nope... so he went to Walmart and McDonalds to grab something really quick (they are next door to the hospital). He was gone for about 30 minutes to 45 minutes( he bought a few things for her)...all the while the resident doesn't leave my side and she tries to distract me as much as possible...doesn't work. She goes and grabs my Dr to get him to look at the chart because Pagan's heart rate was going from 98 to 210 and then back down again...and the contractions were getting longer and more painful.
He came in and looked at my chart and and told the nurse to grab the anasthesiologist(sp?) before he left. Because of the pattern the contractions (as I mentioned above) they were the same but getting stronger every time...he told me I was having one just in case he needed to do a c/s. At that point, I didn't care about any of the worries or concerns I had towards them... I was begging for it!!! The drug man came in before the dr even left and got me prepped and ready. He screwed up the first time and hit a bone, but the freezing he gave me made me numb so I didn't feel the second attempt. He checked on me before he left and I told him my right side was numb but my left side wasn't as numb as the right. He said it was normal when it's first administered.
Shawn came back just after the epi guy left the first time and showed me the butterfly mobile he bought her and what he thought were boppy pillows... they were inserts for a stroller or carseat to prevent there heads from moving...but we needed them anyways...lol 15 minutes later(the dr was delivering another baby) the dr comes in and looks at the monitor and says that he wants to check me before he deicdes the next step...I was 4 cm. He decided to break my water and leave me for a little bit and then check again. Apparently I had lots of fluid... the resident told me it was a flood...lol. After my water was broken DF decided to run home quickly and walk our puppy and then quickly get back.
The resident asked me if I was ok because I was acting like I was before the epi and I told her that it was worse then before the epi and only on my left side...it really hurt. She went and grabbed the dr and he came in, checked the monitors, her heart rate was still an issue (he actually turned the monitor away from me so I couldn't see) and he checked me again...(not more then 6 minutes from the last check) and I was at 6cm. He looked at me and asked where DF was, I told him he just left to walk the dog and he gave me the phone and told me to call him. I did and DF told me he was at the lights just at the end of the hospital driveway... he turned and bolted it back because the dr told me that I was having a c/s and that he needs to be there for the delivery.
DF got there just as the epi guy was upping the dosage so I couldn't feel the c/s and they got him in scrubs...wheeled me into the OR and told DF wait in the hall till they were ready. I was crying, DF was crying...it was awful. They did the prick test to tell if the left side of me was freezing...NOPE.. he tripled the dosage and waited a few minutes, did the test again...nope didn't work I could feel EVERYTHING. The epi guy looked down at me (I was shaking uncontrollably and crying so bad...I couldn't breath because of the contractions..even with the oxygen mask on), he told me that he was gonna put a different mask on and when I wake up, I'll be a mom. I asked if Shawn was going to be able to record this... nope. The epi guy quickly put the other mask on and told me to think of my daughter and of DF.
The next thing I remember I was slowly waking up and as soon as I could move my lips I was asking to see her. They told me I couldn't see her and that DF was with her. The nurse told me she was perfect. She said there were a few obstacles that if they didn't do what they did when they did it...she wouldn't be here. I started to cry and demanding to know how she was and that someone has to bring her to me to see. I was told that over and over that DF was with her and that she was ok now. The nurse told me the cord was wrapped tightly around her neck 3 times and wrapped around her left arm as well. If I would have pushed her out, it could have killed her. I kinda went in and out of it for a little bit after this but everytime I was conscious I kept asking to know her weight, apgars, etc. Bless the soul of the nurse in recovery, she called down to the NICU everytime for me.
About an hour after she was born, the phone rang in NICU..I was doing pretty good at staying awake at this point, and DF was wanting to see me and let me know she was good. He handed me the digital camera and told me to push play on the playback setting. That is how I was introduce to my little girl...I got to watch a video of her being checked after she came out. He answered all of my questions about how much hair she had, to if she had all of her little toes and fingers. Then he went down to the room they were laboring me in (not the room I got to stay in though) and he got my things and brought them to recovery so that I could have them when I got into my room. I was told by the nurse that when she wheeled me down to my room that she would swing by the nursery so the nurse could bring her out and let me hold her for a few minutes... this never happened.. I went straight to my room... the recovery nurse had a better surprise for me.
DF left before I went to my room and told me he would be back in the morning (it was about 1-2am and we were told that she wouldn't be coming into my room until the morning, so he went home to take care of puppy and get some sleep..poor guy needed it too).
I got placed in my room and the nurse gave me my bag...and told me to look on the camera... so I did. DF told her that he took 5-6 videos totalling over an hour from the time they brought him in to see her to the time he came to see me...and she surprised me. I sat and watched every video just bawling my eyes out (like I am right now as I'm typing). About 10 minutes after I finished watching the videos I decided to lay back and try to get some sleep... but the recovery nurse came back and told me I forgot something...she went in the hall and wheel in my baby girl. She told me that I can keep her with me until I am going to go to sleep, then she needs to go back to the nursery... Needless to say...I stayed up all night that night. I think I rang for a nurse to take her to the nursery at about 6:30am...and I slept for maybe 15-20 minutes and then my nurse came in and woke me up to check my blood pressure, my temp, my wound and how bad I was bleeding...I figured since SHE woke me up..SHE can go get me my baby...and she did. I was away from her for a max of 20 minutes.
When she brought her back to me, the nurse said the girls in the nursery are gonna miss her (they all fell in love with her...they even came to see her after she was with me). But I was allowed to keep her with me as long as nothing weird came up.
I was told to feed her the bottle for the first feeding and the next one we would try to bf and see how it goes...it didn't. I think to her it was like "mom get that gushy thing out of my face and give me my ba-ba". She is a bottle baby at this point. I do try everytime to get her to latch (the lacation consultant was suppose to meet with me but every feeding time she tried, the nurses told her nope, Pagan's sugar levels were too low and that I wasn't going to be bfing at that moment), so I never had an official lacation consult but the nurses there all told me the same thing. Massage, pump for 5 minutes to stimulate the nipple, then bring her close and wiggle my nipple around her lips...if she opened wide enough, to move her mouth over my nipple and let he do her own thing, not to force it but wait to see what she does... she just sucks 2 or 3 times and is like "yeah I'm sleepin now, shsssh". She mainly just plays with it rather then use it to eat. I am hoping it'll change once my milk comes in but if not, I am okay with pumping it for her exclusively.
We were discharged this morning but because when we left we were soo excited to be going home, we grabbed all of the bags and forgot the paper work they gave me, so we had to go back. We brought the stroller with us and made our own travel system and went to Walmart after getting my papers. We put in my script and went to the baby section to look at formulas, toys, etc. Everyone was in awe of her and when they would ask how old she was and we said a little under 2 days old, they looked at me and then had this odd look of amazement in their eyes. (We even got a discount at walmart because the lady at the checkout always did our checkout when we were there and she kept up to date with us.)
But now we are home, and because I think I may have overdone it today, mainly cause my belly is a bit more tender, I have no plans of going anywhere until her appointment on Monday with her nurse practioner. Sneakers is no longer a black and white dog... she is a pale shade of green. If I am holding or feeding Pagan, she HAS to have my attention...daddy tries to get her to pay attention to him but she won't have it... and vice versa. Although Sneakers is very interested in the diaper changes... We do them in the crib on a change pad for the moment, and we put the side of the crib down and as we're changing Pagan, Sneakers will get on her back paws and put her front ones on the side of the crib and just watches. She has already "bathed" Pagan a few times...I think our baby has a super clean face at the moment...lol When we feed her and she starts to fall asleep, we get Sneakers to lick her arm or leg and it wakes her right up...doesn't piss her off.. just wakes her up. She's all motherly, but when she wants the attention, she acts like Pagan should leave now...iykwim....lol
Overall I am in absolute love. As I said in a previous post... she is perfect, she is sooo quiet. She only crys when she is cold...she doesn't cry when she is hungry or when she wants to be changed. The nurses at the hospital told me to feed her every 2 - 2 1/2 hours until Monday and hopefully she'll start to let us know these things. DF is out changing her right now and all I just heard was "CRAP!" so I thought he forgot to grab something before he started or something like that and when I asked him what he needed his reply was this "nothing... it's everywhere!!! We're down a blanket cause there is crap EVERYWHERE!!!" I'm betting he didn't miss this part of parenthood...
Any now here are some pics... I would have posted the videos but after I watched them I put them on the table next to my iv drip machine... when I woke up and went to watch them while I cuddled her...they were gone... the whole memory card was wiped. we had pics and videos on it from back around my b-day and now they are gone
a few hours after she was born when I finally got to see her (I was a bit loopy and I don't remember this pic being taken)
Her sleeping in her crib
And lastly, daddy teaching Pagan all about his favorite hobby....lol
Vance ShawnAlexander Ward was born June 5th 2009 at 4:52PM. He weighs 8 lbs 3 ozs and was 21 1/2 inches long at 37 weeks 4 days. I went into the hospital having pain, contractions, and a fingertip dilated and the doctor let me decide whether to deliver or get admitted and wait to see what happens. I decided it was time to deliver the pain was intense and I knew both of us were ready. They did say because he was premature there were risks with his lungs but I was confident as well as the doctor was that he was going to be good. So they prepped me for surgery, luckily I was in so much pain and nauseas that I hadn't eaten all day, then they took me back for my c-section. Surgery went great and Vance was born doing great. His apgars scores were 9 and 9. He did have some fluid in his lungs so they brought him to the nicu to get cleaned up and be observed while I got finished up and went to recovery. They brought him to me in recovery so that I could breastfeed him. They said they got the fluid out of his lungs and he was sounding good. After feeding, he and Shane went to the nursery again while I got prepped to go to my room. They brought me to my room and shortly after brought him to me. I was going to feed him but they had to check his blood sugar because they had been low and he already had formula to help with it, they were low again so they brought him back to the nursery for a recheck and feed him formula again. After that his blood sugar didn’t go up so they had to admit him to the nicu with IV’s. I was so upset because I only breastfeed him once in recovery and they wouldn’t let me again because of his blood sugars and since he was admitted to the nicu with an iv he couldn’t leave there and I couldn’t go see him because I was still hooked up to my own ivs and catheter. I didn’t get to see or hold him all night which was incredibly heartbreaking and I cried a lot. He got admitted on Friday a couple hours after he was born. On Saturday they weren’t planning on unhooking me until around 2pm since my surgery was late in the evening but I pushed to get disconnected so that I could get up and visit Vance and nurse him. The doctor agreed, I was fine physically but mentally/emotionally I was really upset about not seeing the baby. I got to get up and get wheeled to the nicu to hold and feed him for the first time in over 12 hours. Vance nursed like a champ 10 minutes on each breast and then he took his bottle. We have to supplement to keep his blood sugars up. Before each feeding they checked his blood sugar and as long as they stayed up they would turn his IV pump down. Once we started visiting him, Vance did great and his IV pump would go down 2 points every 3 hours until it finally got disconnected at 2:30AM today. I really believe that having love and attention from his mommy and daddy really did well for him while he was in the nicu and that is why he did so well and got out so fast. After that he has held his own blood sugar levels after every feeding and they finally discharged him from the nicu and brought him in to room in with me at 10AM. He has to get his blood sugar checked 3 more times and if they stay up then they wont check them anymore and we will get discharged from the hospital together tomorrow. He is absolutely gorgeous and I am in so much love. I am happy he is here and is doing well. The kids haven’t met him yet unfortunately because he has been in the nicu so we haven’t had any visitors. Victoria is very excited and keeps asking about her new baby brother. Vincent seemed excited when my parents told him his baby brother was born and they showed him a picture, he put his hands on his face, said baby, and did a little dance. They are coming up to the hospital today to visit him and I can’t wait to see their reactions. I am so glad things are going well for us both, my pain has been controllable and my bleeding is nonexistent. Vance is doing so well and I just love watching him. He has a head of dark hair, long fingers, long toes, and dark blue eyes. Vance and Vincent share a birthday too, how exciting and special for them. I will post pictures when we get home.
First off, I am so sorry this update took so long to get out! The wireless network at the hospital was not working for us, so we have been completely out of the loop for the last two days. I have been dying to post this update!
So... we left off with me out of back labor and going to the doula's house. I labored over there for about 2 or 3 hours (I need to get the time frame from her - I can't remember). I finally got into her hot tub and things started speeding up big time. Contractions were piggy-backing each other, much more intense, and I was feeling pushy. DH went to tell the doula this, and we head to the hospital. I was riding with the doula, DH followed in our car. She was so amazing. The drive to the hospital is 40 minutes long, and No Fun when you're in active labor, but she got me through it. By this time my contractions were 2 to 3 minutes apart and really rough, but we were carrying on regular conversation in-between them.
At the hospital I had to get my antibiotics for GBS and they had to do a strip of fetal monitoring before I could get in the tub. I arrived somewhere between 6 and 7 cm with the newest midwife at my practice on call (she is SO awesome, I really had the best labor support team imaginable). So they fill up the tub, I get in, and my pain level goes from about a 7 or 8 to a 4 or 5. If you can labor in warm water, especially a birth pool do it!! I cannot recommend laboring in water highly enough. I was so relaxed through labor, it was absolutely amazing. The contractions slowed to ever 4 to 5 minutes, but they were as strong as ever and I was pushing through all of them. At one point the MW checked my cervix again and I was 8 cm dilated. I asked MW and doula if it was "okay" to push when I wasn't 10 cm yet. They both assured me that if I felt like I needed to push, I should. So I did.
The bag had been bulging since I was in the doula's tub, and during one of my pushes the bag broke. Meconium... It's hospital policy that if there's meconium in the amniotic fluid, you can't deliver in water. So it was out of the tub for me. My pain level went from about a 5 to a full 9. Ouch!! The baby had turned posterior again, I didn't have fluid to cushion the contractions, and no warmth from the water. Once again, the doula worked her magic. She got me into knee hip position on the bed, pushed on my belly, and then did the sacrum release thing backwards. The end result was that the 9 dropped down to a 7 or 8 and I could actually labor again. At some point I started pushing full strength again, moved to the bed, and the midwife checked my dilation. Nine with a tiny lip. That was 2am. I pushed for 23 minutes. Head and body all came out in one last push. DH was attempting to catch her. Umm, she came out a bit too forcefully and shot past him and (luckily) into the midwife's hands. So much for all of my attempts to push slowly. I was lucky to end up with only a 2.5 degree tear (the midwife insisted it was just a 2, but the rather surly OB who was backup that night said it was a 3). Honestly, in my mind the stitching up was the worst part of the entire experience. I don't know if it was because the OB was a bit rough or what, but that stands out in my mind as the most horrible part of all.
So our little girl was born at 2:23am, 6lb 3oz and 19.5 inches long. She looks all Korean to me, but the Korean relatives say she has my nose. She is a champion nurser, going for 2 hour stints twice last night. In fact, the LC said that it looked like my milk was starting to come in already today, at least on the left side. Going along with that, I am a lot sore. But it's getting better.
Yeah, yeah, I know...slacker here, but having a newborn around tends to keep me sidetracked a little!!!
Anyway, after a certain early delivery, we were all surprised that our little angel made it to her scheduled due date...May 29th.
We had a surgery time scheduled for noon that Friday, and had to be at the hospital by 10:00am. Once we checked in, we requested the "Family Suite", an amazing room, almost 1000 square feet of pure recovery heaven. There are only 3 of them, so we thought our chances were nil, but it turns out that was our lucky day!!! The nurses ushered us into a labor room to get set up, one did paperwork, one did the I.V., and my anesthesiologist, Dr. Sam Zamzam, (the most memorable name ever!), gave me the run down of the spinal. After being hooked up to all the monitors, to our surprise, I was in active labor, with the contractions 2 minutes apart! I have a very high pain tolerance, so I just thought they were the Braxton's kicking in from excitement. Guess that day was the day no matter what!!!
This is the very last picture ever of me being pregnant...still looking happy though!!!
We found out an emergency c-section had priority over us, and it would push our time back a little, no biggy, it was gonna happen either way. About 12:30pm, they wheeled us into the OR, got the spinal in place, (not fun at all!!!), and brought Greg in. My doctor and Greg had gone to kindergarten together so all of the typical rules of not being able to watch the surgery went right out the window. Plus, he used to be a medic, so he loves that stuff! I never had a single ounce of pain, just a little pressure, and at 12:46 pm I heard the most beautiful sound known to woman...that first cry! Greg quickly announced that it was in fact a girl, and they whisked her over to the table to get her all checked out. Her apgars came back 9's both times, and my doctor told me she hadn't seen that in quite a while, reassuring me that she would be a very healthy baby. Doc asked me one last ime if I was certain to have my tubes tied...for a very brief second I thought no...but realized I have my perfect family, and there was no need to continue my fertility. And so it was done...bye bye birth control!!!
After spending an hour in recovery, I was wheeled up to my suite, and holy crap, do I mean suite!!! The room is huge, a table with 4 chairs, 2 couches, 2 rockers, a pull out bed for Greg, and a view to kill for!!! The bathroom alone was as welcoming as my own at home, with 2 shower heads, a bench seat, and every amenity thinkable!!! We obviously settled right in!!!
This is just one half of the room...at one point, we had 18 people to visit at one time, and there was plenty of room for everybody!!!
We spent the next 3 days enjoying our little girl, walking the halls, and being the envy of every person on the floor, for not having any problems or pain with the c-section. Even my doctor came in the next morning and asked if I had a body double...showering and even getting out of bed were not the usual first day post-surgery activities!!! We walked the halls for at least an hour each day, and made it known we were doing great!!!
Tyler, Greg, McKenzie and I are doing amazing, and we are very thankful to be home. Nothing beats the comforts of what you're used to!
Overall, I couldn't be happier with the results of my stay, or surgery...as I haven't needed a single pain pill since an hour after birth.
Here are some pictures of McKenzie...so damn cute!!!
I started contracting on Thursday, they were coming about 7mins apart, I laid down, they still came, but ended up slowing down, i kept having them all the way up until Sunday, they didn't get bad again till Sunday night about 6pm. Well they kept getting worse, but not consistent, about 5-15mins apart. About 1am I started to throw up after every contraction. I ended up calling my doc at 4:30 because I couldn't keep any type of fluids down. He told me to come and get checked out. Sean and I got there about an hour later. They checked me and I was 3cm and 100% effaced, baby at 0 station. At that point I had been up for 24 hours and decided I wanted an epi (I was 100% against them, I was just so tired and had been contracting for days). They checked me about 45mins later and I was 7cm, They broke my water and had to put an internal monitor on the baby. His heart rate was dropping with every contraction, and coming back slowly. 30mins after that, I was 9 1/2 cm. The baby wasn't doing good and his heart rate will still not coming back up fast enough. At 10cm (10mins later) they wanted me to start pushing. I pushed through 2 contrax and his HB went down to 85 on the last one, so they wanted to do a c-section. (that was the most scariest experience of my entire life!) They rushed me in and Miles was born at 10:25am, he was 5lbs 10oz and 18"long. They neonatlists took him right away because there was meconium when they broke the water. He came out and was absolutely perfect!!! I was in the hospital till Thursday and I'm recovering well, just really sore. He is breast feeding and doing great, he's just about at his birth weight again. We have been completely blessed!
Born: 26 May 2009
Weight: 7lbs 1oz (3.19kg)
Height: 19.5 Inches (50cm)
Pregnancy Lasted: 39 weeks and 4 days
Samantha arrived very VERY quickly on Tuesday 26 May at 0111hrs here in Dubai at 39 weeks and 4 days. She's 3.19kg (7lb 1oz), 50cm long.
I had an OB appt at the hospital on Monday morning. I requested a membrane sweep. My last two pgs I had 3 sweeps each before anything happened. Not this time though! By 1630hrs I was using an online contraction timer. By 2000hrs it was established labor. We left home at 2335hrs, got to the hospital at 2350hrs. I was examined and was already 5cm and contracting 2mins apart. Then we clashed with Dubai "protocol". DH had to go pay for the delivery first (ok sounds funny but it's not on the list of priority when you're so close to delivery), then "security" told him he couldn't leave the car parked outside the door and he had to shift it. In the meantime I was stuck in a wheelchair completely unable to get myself out, in a waiting area where there were other people just watching me... with an orange sticker on my chart which indicated that I need to wait 10 minutes for a room! WTF??!!
When DH finally returned from parking the car elsewhere, he was told by security that he couldn't wait with me! They have separate male/female waiting areas in the hospitals here - which to me is stupid considering it takes both of you to get into this situation... what's the point of segregating in a maternity ward? I'm sorry but I have to say here "stupid bloody Arabs!". It started to get heated between him and the security guard and my call to the delivery room came just in time!
Gown on, and onto the table to be examined. Well that was the end of that one. There was no way in h3ll my body was going to let me move after than and there went any hope of delivering on my hands and knees like the last two times.
Anyway, what happened next is a memory I will treasure. There was no one in the room saying "push now" like I've had in the past. My body did it all by itself and I let it. Three strong contractions and the head was out without me physically pushing. Then the OB said "one push", DH said "come on babe, one push and she'll be here". One push it was and there she was.
My post-natal experience is appalling. Seems there are rules here for local Emiratees and rules for everyone else. I ended up in a shared room with 3 Emiratee women. Two of which started with visitors at 8am and which didn’t let up at all. I was already desperate to go home before lunchtime because of the noise and constant Nokia ring tone going off behind the curtains! Now women here can’t discharge themselves, only the husband can do that. I rung DH and said to him “I want out, get me out of here now!”. By 1700hrs the paperwork was done, DH and the boys turned up, DH had to go back to the cashier to pay for any outstanding charges, and we were home by 1830hrs.
Samantha and I are doing well. My came in on day 2 and she’s getting drowned at every feed .
***** POSTPARTUM HEMORRHAGE ******
June 4 (9 days post delivery): heavier than normal bleeding and some small clotting
June 5: (10 days post delivery): even heavier than normal bleeding and some bigger clotting
June 6: (11 days post delivery): extremely heavy bleeding and clots the size of my palm.
On Saturday 6 June the bleeding became very heavy and I needed to go to the toilet every half hour because of the clotting. It was decided that I needed to get to the hospital. I was now filling a maternity sanitary pad in an hour and it was not getting lighter. The bleeding was bright red fresh blood.
When we arrived at the hospital I got out of the car and experienced a massive gush. There I was standing in a pool of blood in the middle of the carpark. DH went to seek help and came out with a wheelchair to take me, the baby and our bags inside. This time I was seen immediately, blood test done to check my hemoglobin level and hooked up to two IV's. One saline solution to re-hydrate and the other some gel stuff to try stop the bleeding. They tried to do an ultrasound to determine where the bleeding was coming from but there was just too much blood. The Gynecologist thought she saw a cervical polyp but it was just too messy to be sure.
So I was admitted for observation and sent to a private room so that Samantha could stay with me in the ward. At 11pm that night I was taken for another ultrasound using a clearer machine. By now my bladder was too full. I sat on the toilet for over half an hour trying to empty my bladder but to no avail. So they put in a catheter instead and took over 550ml out !
The ultrasound showed the uterus was clear and no birth matter was hiding so no need for a D&C. So back to my room and put on an IV of antibiotics and another saline. During the night I had another IV of antibiotics too. By now the needle in my left hand was hurting bad.
Late in the morning I was seen by a very headstrong Gynecologist who did an examination. She said that the bleeding was now down enough to be able to see things clearer and there was no evidence of any cervical polyp (TG!). Also with the clear ultrasound results from the previous night, my stable blood pressure during the night and my hemoglobin level being normal at 11.7, I could go home with a course of antibiotics that afternoon.
I've spent the last two days trying to recuperate from my postpartum hemorrhage experience. The loss of blood has left me very drained.
This was certainly one very very scary experience! I'm very very thankful that DH was so focused and strong. Not sure if I could have done the same if I had been in his shoes.