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    Quote Originally Posted by Lina5781 View Post
    Quick and dirty:

    Arriana Joyce arrived July 6, 2009 at 7:58am. She weighed 8lbs 11oz and was 22in long. Not only was she big weight wise but her head is 75%+!

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    I was scheduled to go in Sunday night for induction if she didn't leave of her own accord. Monday the 6th was the 41 week mark and Powell didn't want me to go past that with my BP creeping up and swelling and so on. So we have an organized chaos of family set up tenitivly to watch the girls. Basic game plan is DH drops me off at the hospital and comes back in the morning when the morning baby sitters arrive. His grandmother gets sick on Friday and his mom can be there at 9am at the earliest, so a friend (the one with the henna) says she'll help out if he needs to be at the hospital sooner. Thank God she did or he would have missed it!

    Comparing it to the girls labor and delivery I was hoping to have her by afternoon but prepared for it to go longer as my body wasn't doing anything on it's own aside from a few braxton hix contrax here and there over the weekend. Because of the off and on contractions earlier in the weekend I was hoping for some progress, but no. We get in and they check me. Still zero change from over a month ago. The night crew was awesome. My nurse was Kathy and she was wonderful. She did mess up my IV though. First stick missed the vien. When she took the needle out, it was a pumper. Blood shot across the room on the floor. So after that one was bandaged up she put it in my hand. Not awesome but she didn't want to miss again which I was thankful for.

    They had student doctor a and b at night. The lead resident or whatever was actually there for the girls birth and was good. I liked her bunches. The other guy was SO green, but he introduced himself that way and was actually pretty alright. He was learning about radiology so he practiced on me. They did an ultrasound to check the size and position of the kiddo and I think I learned a lot, lol. Like what organs need to be in view to take what measurements and why and such. Was actually a pretty fun experience. They came up with ~7 1/2lbs, give or take a pound (which is the normal margin of error). I asked the lady doc so we're sure we're well under 9lbs, right? She said probably...

    She comes back with the cervidil and the nurse gets me a baby benydril to help me sleep. So I do what I can to sleep in between the pokes and prods and BP checks and so on. I actually do quite well and sleep for 1-2hour chunks. They come back around 3am to check me again. No dilation, no effacement, but I'm soft so it's doing what it should. One more dose to be sure and they'll probably start the pit in 4-5 hours. Yay. So I try to go back to sleep. Can't move for an hour anyway... Soon before 4 I feel crampy and have to pee but it's too early to move. Nurse pops in for another BP check and I ask anyway. She says if it's not an emergency she'll be back in 10. Fine I can wait 10. SO as I'm laying there I'm thinking it's not the "full bladder cramps" and they are actually contractions. Doesn't make sense as they won't be giving me pit for hours yet. Nurse pops back in and unhooks the monitors so I can use the restroom. As I'm walking around I'm pretty sure I'm having contractions, regularly too. Not hurty, just noticeable.

    By 5am they HURT. It felt just like it did with the girls after they broke the first water. I call DH and tell him to get up ASAP. Not sure delivery is imminent or even less than 5 hours away, but I hurt and I really want him there sooner than later. I call the nurse and the dr and ask to be checked. They ask silly questions and say how they don't like to check too much. I say I hurt enough I want a pain killer now. Look at my read out, contrax are way less than 5min apart. (All I can think of is OMG my water hasn't even broke and I don't know if I'll be able to stand this very long without something to take the edge off.) Student dr lady checks me and says I'm almost a 5cm and more than 50% effaced. OKs a shot of nubane and goes to call my dr. It's about 5:30 and I still haven't seen DH so I give him a call to find out his ETA. Turns out he's in the waiting room but no one is at the desk to let him in. My nurse goes and gets him.

    At about 6am I start asking where my doctor is and to check me again. They do and I'm at a 6+. I'm not impressed with the nubane. Last time around it brought me back down to where I could almost sleep through the contrax. I'm not sure it did anything this time around. Still I can breathe through them and talk in between OK.

    At 6:30 I ask if I can have another shot. Last time I had 2 doses, and wondered if I was able to this time. I think I was just hoping more in my system would actually do something. Now it seems a really silly request, but OMG did it hurt. Nurse says she'll ask the doctor, and then seemingly vanishes. Turns out there a shift change and a brief so no doctors can be bothered. She's bugging them for me but I'm being ignored. About 7:15 my doctor comes in checks me, the new student doctors introduce themselves and it's worse than I imagined. Dr "I think that's a head" from the girls labor is the head student dr for the next shift. You have to be kidding me... SO I'm all "I've asked about some kind of drugs for like an hour, can I have anything or what?" Green student dr lady with curly hair checks me, then my dr follows behind to confirm. I'm at an 8 and not completely effaced. Waters are still in tact so he OKs a 1/2 dose of morphine and heads out to get in his scrubs. My new nurse is evil, but some others on staff are OK. One in particular becomes my new best friend. Best friend nurse asks about breaking my water and Powell doesn't want to. She makes this comment under her breath about how Dr Powell should experience labor for himself for a change. In my mind I giggled. Evil nurse is craby about giving me the drug (now 7:30ish), but I didn't care. At that moment in time I'd claw someone's face off if I knew it would make the pain go away. Evil nurse makes snippy comments like "if you can't slow your breathing I'm going to have to give you oxygen." Slow my breathing? You have GOT to be kidding. Contrax are on top of each other and I want to push, slow my breathing? DH even said it's not like I was hyperventilating or anything.

    I tell, well more like yell, that I REALLY want to push now not joking (7:40ish) and the staff is all NONO you aren't complete! After the fact I think they were trying to stall waiting for my doctor... LOL stall. Oh at this point crabby nurse is all "you need to work with the pain or the kid won't come out" like I'm actually freaking out and not allowing my body to progress. HELLO the opposite is occurring, pay attention! So I spend the next 10-15 minutes doing everything in my power not to push. Student dr 'I think that's a head' checks me and says I'm close but she wants to see if I'll stretch around her head and not tare even though I'm not complete so go ahead and try pushing a little with the next contraction. "try pushing a little" ... Is she kidding me? My best friend nurse is up by my head and she tells me to do what my body needs to do. If pushing feels good at this point, push. Besides it might just break my water. SO I pretty much block out the staff and focus on the contrax trying to work with them. My water breaks, but there's not much. Like I think maybe I peed... Student curly hair goes to break my water, during a contraction and that hurt like nobody's business. And it already broke so instead of confirming that fact, she's just really confused and spends way to much time in my ho-haa.

    Next contraction I push and push and it HURTS so much more than the girls ever did. Excruciating comes to mind. Then the contraction stops and the pain is SO intense all I want to do is keep pushing through it, but the staff tells me to stop. WTF stop?? Yeah right... Best friend nurse is over by my head and is trying to explain that the head is out, they want to suction her before I push the rest out. My brain screams suction her after she's out and let me push before I kick your face! I think I actually just screamed something more like WHAT? I HAVE TO PUSH!!! Next contraction she was out. So the entire L&D went from "I think that's a contraction" to baby in 4 hours. I pushed a total 4 contractions. First broke my water. Second was with them trying to break my water, third was the head, and 4th she was out. It was intense so I'm glad it was short.

    DH cuts the cord, but I'm not hearing a cry so I ask if she's OK. They say yes but I don't see or hear her. Scary moment for me until I hear that sweet sweet cry~

    At this point Dr Powell walks in and says "What happened here" as he was gone at most 20 min. He oversees the placenta delivery which somehow dr curly hair makes hurt. I'm telling her OW and she's all yeah yeah silly lady. Finally I yell out will you stop pressing on my pubic bone?! Stupid student doctors... Powell scolds her for being dumb. He scolds them both for letting me tare too, 3rd degree and it's ugly. He lets tweedle dum and tweedle dee sew me up while he supervises. Also not awesome as dr curly hair is ROUGH. She's even rough when cleaning me up after all the stitches are in. My lord PAT do not WIPE! I think they are used to women who get epis and can't feel all that.

    After the fact I learned she came out facing my left hip. The fact that she had a good 3 lbs on the girls and came out oddly explains a lot of the pain difference with the actual delivery. (well that and the speed) Her hair is this dark brown color with like frosted tips or highlights in it. Very cool and yet I have no idea where that came from. Her eyebrows are platinum blonde so we're thinking it will lighten.

    Breast feeding is going rough. This girl has an insane suck reflex. Stronger than the LC has seen in a very long time. Good news is she can take my breast no problem. That was an issue with the girls. Bad news is I still need nipple shields because she is SO rough. The LC said do not let her comfort suck on you. If she has the need save yourself and use a paci. I'm also not to pump until things get better and I heal. In the 20 min after delivery where we breast fed, she tore me up simply because her suck is so strong. So when she learns to back off a bit and I toughen up, I think we'll be good.

    She's already picking her head up and in a lot of ways a head of where the girls were when they were born. Thinking about it, it does make sense though. She's 3-4 weeks older then they were. She almost has more hair than the girls do now at a year old too!

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    Quote Originally Posted by luckyme41 View Post
    On Wednesday the 24th of June, I was so done being pregnant. I was overdue by almost 10 days and since my induction was scheduled for the next night, I decided to throw caution to the wind and do what I could to get this lovely little girl OUT OF ME. I started by mowing the lawn, both front and back, then I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. I followed all of that up with a hefty portion of pineapple. I don't know if any of that is what did it but...

    "I think I'm in labor..."

    That's how I woke my husband up at 11:45pm on Wednesday the 24th. I hadn't even really gone to sleep that night because I was feeling pretty crampy and thought maybe *MAYBE* I was actually going to be able to go into labor on my own, instead of having to be induced. Anyway, my husband perked right up and we started timing the contractions. At that point, they were about 6 minutes apart. We called the doctor's office and they told us to just head on in to the hospital. My husband called his parents to come over, we got the rest of our stuff ready and off we went. We were checked in by 3:00am. The nurse checked me, I was at a 4 and they had me walk around. My husband and I made lap after lap around the mom/baby unit for over an hour, at which point I was checked again. Still a 4. Bummer. (Thankfully though, I was told at this point that we would be staying no matter what since I was scheduled for an induction that night at 6 anyway.) We were sent off to walk some more. And we did for almost 2 hours! By then, contractions were hellish. I couldn't walk or talk through them and I figured I had to have progressed significantly and I was definitely ready for that epidural. I was checked again and I was a 4 and a freaking half! I couldn't believe it! I was so pissed off at my body. The doctor thought breaking my water might do the trick and if it didn't we would have to go the pitocin route. Well, while she was checking things out with the breaking-of-the-water she found a little hand! Turns out, London had her hand above her head and the doc thought that was likely the reason I wasn't dilating. She moved her hand, broke my water and said we would see where things went from there. I decided it was epidural time for sure, the contractions were killing me (kudos to those of you that go natural...no thank you!). The nurse came back about a half hour later to check me and I was an 8!! Woo hoo! It was definitely her hand that was hindering things, I was really excited. She left and said she would be back again in another half hour to check me. When she came back in, I told her that I could feel pressure and it felt as though I would need to be pushing soon. She checked, and sure enough, I was a 10! She had me start pushing right then. It seemed really sudden, especially compared to my 20 hour labor with Peyton. The nurse told me she thought I would push for a half hour, and that was it. I told her I was holding her to it .

    During the pushing process, there was one scary moment when London's heart rate dropped for an extended amount of time. I know a drop in heart rate is somewhat normal, but I could tell it wasn't right just based off of how the nurse was reacting to it. She called a doctor in, but no doctor came. ALL of the doctor's were either delivering or in surgery with c-sections. Not very reassuring! Luckily, her heart rate rebounded and things were good again. However, another nurse came in and told us to "push slowely" since all of the doctors were busy. I was like "SAY WHAT?!?" My nurse laughed at her and said she would do what she could, but this baby would likely be here in the next 10 minutes. Sure enough, the doctor made it in just in time. She got set up, I pushed 3 times, and there she was! She was 8lbs 10oz's (I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT!) and 21 inches long. She was born with fat roles! She has a ton of hair (compared to Peyton, anyway) and big ol' feet.

    Our other scary moment was post placenta "delivery." Apparently, the umbilical cord was inserted at the edge of the placenta instead of in the center of it, it's called marginal insertion. The doctor said with concern/surprise in her voice, "oh my! oh, look at this (to the nurses). Ohhh, my goodness." The nurses reacted the same way. So yeah, these are NOT things you want to hear when you're in the delivery room. And my husband said, "what?! What's going on?" She told him about the marginal insertion and he said, "what does that mean?" The doctor said, "we dodged a bullet. Big time." The baby nurse said, "this is a miracle baby, is what that means." The doctor then gave my husband a little more explanation while pointing it all out on MY PLACENTA. Lovely. LOL! She told him that we were extremely lucky the umbilical cord didn't sever, which would have caused hemorrhaging and an emergency csection (at best). I found this on the internet after we got home: "The risk of cord vessel rupture is increased with an abnormal cord insertion. The difficulty of managing an incident such as cord rupture is great. What makes the mystery even more complicated is the location of the cord insertion in the uterus. If the membranous insertion is over the cervical opening, the risk of tearing and fetal blood loss is great. If a marginal insertion is against the sacrum (lower backbone), the risk of compression and fetal circulation disruption is great as the fetus descends into the pelvis. This relationship of vessel location to fetal location has caused sudden fetal distress and the need to activate a surgical team for an emergency C-section. It is unknown how often this happens during day-to-day obstetrical care as the attention is on the fetus, not the placenta, its location, or its cord insertion architecture. http://www.preginst.com/chapter1.html#UCAA" This was also the likely the reason that London's heart rate dropped the way it did.

    I was holding her while all of this was going on, tearing up, of course. We knew she was a miracle - all babies are - but we didn't know to this extent.

    I got to hold her on me skin-to-skin for a really long time. An hour, at least. I didn't have this experience with Peyton because she was in shock when she was born and they took her. I can't even express how much I enjoyed this time with London. It was amazing.

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    We were able to get home the very next day. I was ready and basically said that we would leave whenever they would let us. We were home before she was 24 hours old. I missed Peyton so much! That was my first time leaving her over night...good thing there was enough going on to keep my mind occupied.

    Peyton has done really well with her. She's acting out a bit, but we expected that. We're just happy that she LOVES her sister, who she calls "Lemon," btw, hahaha! She likes to hold her and give her kisses and help with diaper changes, etc. It's been great and I think she's adjusting really well.

    Other than that, all is well. My recovery has been stellar compared to what it was with Peyton. I only had one stitch and I already feel like I'm back to normal. I'd love to be able to work out sooner than 6 weeks, but we'll see. London is a calm baby. She's sleeping really well and very rarely cries. Peyton was pretty boisterous, so we're enjoying the calm of this one. Right now, I think she looks a lot like my husband.

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    Quote Originally Posted by bassicmama View Post
    Delaney's birth story! DONE XP
    First of all, thanks SO much Lisa and Noel for keeping everyone updated You're both awesome!

    Delaney Ariel Jennalyn
    June 15th,2009 @ 2:29pm
    10lbs, 3.8oz, 23.8in

    Let me start this by recapping my DD's birth story. I was 41wks, had a bit of plug/show the night before but no ctx at all until the moment labour started. The first one hit at 9:55am, and they were 5min apart. Lots of show, cramping, diarrhea etc. I had a 20min shower that quickly progressed things to 2min apart. DH had to commute home, by the time he arrived at 12:15 they were 30secs-1min apart. I was 9.5 cm dilated, waters bulging when I arrived at the hospital, and Cadi was born 45min after we got there, after 20-30min of pushing. 3rd degree tears, no pain meds except the gas while they were stitching me up - which took as long as the pushing lol.

    So I had no idea what to expect my body to do this time around. When I started going overdue, I figured it would be much the same...nothing, then wham. The difference with this pg was how huge I was measuring, due to baby and a lot of extra amniotic fluid, plus the fact that baby was facing up. My 1wk overdue mark came and went. We scheduled the induction to start on Saturday (June 13th) but I never thought it would get that far. It was surreal walking into the hospital and getting hooked up for the NST. I felt like somehow my body had failed this time and I hadn't expected it.

    Sat, 5:30pm:
    So they hooked me up (pretty painful and difficult to find a position that didn't kill my hips that I could stand lying in for a long period of time.) and started the strip. My mom came up to be with DH and I in the room - I hadn't planned on her being there, she was my backup, but it was ok. She was SO excited to be there for the birth. I was pretty uncomfy on my back, so they had me turn to the side. They lost the hb and it took forever to find it...way up on the upper side of my belly. They couldn't definitively find the head down low, so with the extra fluid were concerned it could have shifted to breech (baby's head had never engaged). They pulled in an u/s machine, and the nurse couldn't tell if it was the head for sure down there so they had 3 nurses and the ob come in and verify. Yes, head was down, but not engaged, still facing up. They had to run the strip for quite a while b/c baby was asleep, then got the hiccups so loud that it drowned out the hb lol. So it was 7pm before the dr came in to check me and insert the Cervadil. (at my 40wk appt baby was "right behind my tonsils" and cervix so high up he couldn't tell if dilated at all) My dr was off for the weekend. I didn't like this one. Knowledgeable, but distant, and it felt like H*LL every time he did anything internal. He said I was soft, 3-4cm, so favorable for the Cervadil to do things, and with my history expected it to happen that night. Yay! Finally. They had me on the monitor for 2hrs afterwards, then told me they'd probably send me home since we live close. I had a few cramps during the pre-NST, and started having mild ctx at 8pm, fairly regular. We opted to stick around and walk, b/c I fully expected labour to just start and be exactly like Cadi's. Went and got Frostys (I still had my nasty cold and was coughing a ton plus really sore throat), started walking the halls. My ctx picked up to the pt that they were one min apart, lasting a full 45-70secs. I didn't seem to be in active labour by my demeanor (they hurt but I could still walk/talk through most of them, had to breathe through a few) but w/ my history they decided to admit me at midnight to a L&D room. Get all settled in, Mom decided to stay - we all thought it would have happened by now, and she had been planning to drive home that night and come back with Dad to visit baby the next day. I was finding that walking made the ctx super close and strong - I had one ctx that was 5min straight of 1min ctx that never let up - but if I sat down on a birth ball, they slowed to 2-3min apart. The nurse kept pushing me to get some rest, which I found annoying - I just wanted this thing OVER, I didn't care what time of night it happened! Finally at 3am or so I tried to lay down, but it was SO hard getting into bed, and the ctx were just strong enough that even though I was mentally exhausted, my body couldn't really relax and sleep. I tried sleeping on a birth ball leaning on the bed, didn't work. I finally gave in at 4am and really tried to sleep. Every hr or so my bladder would be full and the ctx would get unbearable, but I literally couldn't get in/out of bed on my own so I'd have to wake poor DH or Mom to help me. 6:30am comes around, my SIL texts that she's having ctx (she was due June 5th, also overdue) so I was all excited and thinking we'd have our kids the same day.

    The dr came in and checked me - and OMG, this man had ZERO gentleness. It literally felt like he was rooting around in there up to his forearm, hand as big as if he's holding a baseball and reefing on things. I was literally crying out in pain (but I'm thinking, its worth it, its baby day) He stands up and takes off his glove and says nonchalantly, "There's no change at all since last night. But its totally normal, don't be discouraged" and walks out of the room. I was devastated and started bawling. I mean, it felt EXACTLY like the ctx I had with Cadi. 12 hrs of ctx and zero change? Like what the heck was wrong with my body??? The nurse came in with T3s and Serax and told me to go home and get some sleep, that it wouldn't stall labour (still ctxing) and call when I wake up, come in when labour "actually starts". We slept from 8am-1:30pm, called in at 3pm. They said they'd either do another round of Cervadil, or since I lost a bit of plug right before my shower, maybe break my water, so come in and get started. My Mom, Dad and brother were up so we went for supper then headed in. They did another NST, then the nurse checked me. Apparently there are 2 levels to the cervix, but they usually dilate together so its one number. I was 8-9 cm on the outer, but only a fingertip on the inner. Baby was still 'up by my ear' so they didn't want to break my water. At 7pm they had shift change, and a few ppl had called in sick, so they had to decide whether to start the oxytocin or not. They opted to send me home b/c they didn't have the staff. (to be continued...MIL/FIL just showed up lol)

    Part 2:

    Let me clarify - the manhandling dr was NOT my reg dr throughout my pg. He was covering the weekend for mine. After how he treated me, I was actually relieved to have my own dr back - he really is an incredible dr.

    So during the NST on Sunday night I had been ctxing 6min apart lasting 45secs, which sped up to 3-5min apart before we left. I was hoping to go into labour on my own and not need the induction in the morning, but I was also looking forward to another good night of sleep before labour. And I was kind of glad they didn't keep me Sunday b/c my Mom was getting so anxious for this baby to come that she was starting to stress me out and make me feel pressured. Every ctx she wanted to know if it hurt, if I thought "this was it" etc, and kept saying she couldn't come back til the weekend. She was SO disappointed to go home, but I was feeling like I just wanted to labour in peace! The ctx slowed down to sporadic at home, so I spent over an hr kneeling over my birth ball trying to get baby to turn before we went to bed.

    We got to the hospital at 8:45am Monday morning, did another NST, then the resident dr came in and checked me. Progress! (and much less pain lol) 5cm on the inner cervix. The nurse and resident again couldn't find the head down low, said the baby's position was "tricky" so they did another u/s to make sure. Head still down but too high to break water. So they started the drip at 10am. I was petrified, one, never had an IV before and two, all I've heard is that oxytocin makes ctx hurt like crazy. It wasn't bad at all at the beginning. DH left around 11:30 to get mail from our old landlord, and about noon....my Mom walks through the door. I was VERY surprised and not a little tense after the way she'd acted Sunday. (I hadn't even intended her to be in the room with DH and I, she was our backup but somehow our wires got crossed and she had showed up Sat and Sun from out of town...how could I turn her away? She was so excited) Her bosses at work had told her to "get out of here and have that baby!" so she sped up here w/o telling anyone she was coming. At first I was pretty peeved (in my head) but it turned out good that she was there.

    At one (DH was back now), the resident and my reg dr came in to check my progress and see if they could break my water. They both checked me, 5-6 this time, but baby still too high. So they just kept upping my drip. I was ctxing, but fairly irregularly and hardly painful at all at this point. They started getting more regular. I loved the nurse we had monitoring me - she was very easy to talk to and Mom and I and her were having a great convo. I was playing Solitaire on my PDA and DH was trying to get the wireless to work. At 1:50, one of the other nurses walked in wearing these huge up-to-her-shoulder blue plastic gloves. She came over to the bed (I'd been toggling between pacing around my IV pole, rocking on a birth ball and was now lying on the bed kind of dozy) and goes, "want me to do an internal?" LOL! They use them during water births, the box had just arrived and she wanted to come "scare" me with them lol. As she's walking out the door, we're all laughing, and my laugh brought on my super deep chest cough. Suddenly I feel this pop, then a giant thud that hurt like CRAZY in my pelvis, then a little gush of fluid. I go, Um, I think my water just broke. I put down my PDA - I knew this was going to change things lol. She goes to get the swab to check me and suddenly I'm in the middle of the worst ctx pain I've ever felt in my life - writhing on the bed, tears running down my face. She checks and goes, no, I don't think so...its not changing. The ctx were coming about 1min? 30 sec? apart, and OMG, they were killer. More fluid. She checks again, and it partially changed. The other nurse came back in to joke again and sees me in tears in the middle of a ctx and goes "Oh no...thats not funny right now! Here, she'll want these for later!" and gives my mom the gloves.

    So they realize that I'm suddenly in active labour and start readying the room. Meanwhile, I am dying with these ctx. They hurt much worse than I remember with Cadi, and once again I was on my back on the bed (the worst position, I feel helpless and out of control like that). I told them I needed something for the pain. They pull out the gas, and it didn't do a thing. I was like, I need something more, this is NOT helping! They go honey, its too late - this is happening really fast, you're gonna have this baby any minute. There's no time. Not again! And this time, I actually WANTED something. I ended up using the gas right to the pushing stage - not much help for pain but it did help me keep my breathing regular. So the resident comes in and I'm 10cm (no surprise there) and they tell me I can push. I say, I'm not getting the urge! (didn't with DD, just pushed, it was horrible) Suddenly I did, and with one push she was down the canal and crowning. Another few pushes and the head was out - and suddenly the room was FULL of panic. The resident dr goes "Get Dr. M in here NOW! Get everyone you can!" They called a code pink (baby in distress?) and there were 8+ people swarming me. Her head had turtled back in, her shoulders were stuck (shoulder dystocia). DH said she was hanging out of me, looking completely lifeless, turning blue. He was actually in tears during the next part - he thought the baby was "toast". They're screaming at me to push. I'm in so much pain and hazy from the extreme rush of it all, and freaking from the panic in their voices (DH said my dr's hands were shaking as he put on his gloves) that it takes a few moments to register what they're saying. They reef my legs up as high as they'll go and tell me to push as hard as I can. Then the nurse who'd been monitoring me climbs up on the bed and gets on my belly and starts shoving on my pelvis as hard as possible to try to turn the baby. (all still yelling at me to push) I'm like I can't concentrate on pushing when you're doing that to me! She's like sorry hon, I have to. Then they reach inside me past her head and try to turn her manually (OMG the pain). Suddenly they all go, Hon, we're going to have to flip you onto your hands and knees. Hands and knees NOW!! So I'm suddenly on all fours, butt facing all these people, bed raised in the air, pushing my guts out. (all still screaming PUSH!) I'm like I am! I am! My dr goes, I'm sorry, Lisa, I'm going to have to cut you to get this baby out. Ok? I felt it for sure but at that point I was so panicky I didn't care. Suddenly she was out and there was a massive gush of fluid (most of it had been behind her I think) and a tangible sense of relief in the room. She didn't respond *right* away - DH was supposed to cut the cord but they just had to get her over to the table so they did it all really quick. Her Apgars were 8, 9 and 9 though, and her cord blood gases came back saying she hadn't been deprived of oxygen, so we were lucky. They all congratulated me on following their instructions and said it was very scary and could have turned out a LOT worse. The resident told me the next day they were very close to having to break her collarbone to deliver her.

    The entire active labour part from water breaking to birth was 39min (1:50-2:29pm), and I was only pushing for 13min. They said it was only 4 pushes but I think it was a few more than that. When the water broke, her head instantly engaged and that's all it took to set things off. She did actually turn sometime during labour, so she came out in the right position and I had no back labour. In hindsight, although being that overdue really sucked, I'm glad I was induced, so that I was being monitored closely at the time, and I'm glad it took as long as it did so that my dr (yes the one who was being a "fearmongerer" the whole pg - turns out most of his predictions/warnings were true) was the one who delivered her. He was amazing. I shudder when I think of what could have happened if my water had broken at home. I don't think Delaney would have survived, there would have been no time and DH wouldn't have known what to do. So we feel very lucky to have our little girl safely in our arms!! And that's my (long but eventful) finished birth story

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    Our little man arrived at 7:17pm last night!!

    Here's a bit of a birth story while visitors are passing the little guy around. The induction started around 8am. The goal was to go naturally otherwise, but around 2:30pm, the pain started getting pretty intense. I got some nubain in the IV, which helped mildly for about 5 minutes (lol)... Once it wore off, the pain was unbelievable. I was shaking so hard, I thought I had to have made some progress. But when the nurse checked me again, I was STILL at 4cm, where I had been for the last 3 hours. Since I wasn't progressing and the pain was getting so intense, I opted for the epidural. It was placed around 4pm (had to wait on a darn c-section, longest hour of my life, lol). After that, I immediately felt much better. They checked me and I had made it to 5cm, barely. I had to stay laying on my sides through the labor due to BP issues early on. So I spent the first 30 minutes after the epi was placed laying on my right side. I called the nurse to ask her to help me roll to my left side... I needed help because I was completely numb and couldn't control my legs very well.

    She came to help me move, but decided to check me first (it was a different nurse). She said, "You're not going to believe this... You're fully dilated." I just said, "You're kidding me!" I went from stuck at 4 for three hours, to "barely 5" to 10 in like an hour!!

    She called my doc, he said he'd be there in about 10-15 minutes, and we started pushing. The nurse told me I wouldn't have to do much to get the baby out... He was coming! She was right... I only pushed maybe 35 minutes, and thank god for it because I was getting really nauseated. The doc and nurses kept trying to get me to vomit because they said it would push the baby right out, lol!

    He finally arrived at 7:17pm weighing 8lb 8oz! My doc was even surprised at how big he was, hahahah. He was 19 inches long. I watched him in the mirror, and it was the best relief when he finally popped out. DH got to cut the cord and was excited about that. Somewhere in the midst of pushing, I ripped my IV out, so I didn't have any pitocin to contract my uterus after delivery. They had to give me an injection of it IM and also an injection of methergine to stop the bleeding. I did lose about 250ml more of blood than I should've, and I spent the first hour after his birth not feeling well at all. I was dizzy and nauseated and very weak. They gave me a shot of zofran for the nausea too. It was really crappy for our bonding, as I would've loved to enjoy that excited, elated feeling.... But I was almost too weak to hold him. We stayed in the delivery room for about an hour before being moved to our permanent room... The nurses here told me I looked gray when I arrived, but looked better shortly thereafter. Anyway, he stayed in the room with us for the night and didn't sleep well, so we got plenty of bonding time all night long.

    BF-ing isn't going all that well due to my nipples being a bit flat... He doesn't like to latch on. The lactation consultants and nurses are a great help, but I'm not sure how we'll deal once we go home.

    For now, back to my little man!! I'm soooooo relieved and excited that he's finally here.

    Updated with Pics!!

    Fresh out of the womb and gooey:


    8 lb, 8 oz (bigger than either DH or I when we were born!):


    First pic of the happy family (excuse my lack of makeup and purple lips, I almost passed out, lol):


    Getting dressed after his first bath (my mom has great pics of the actual bath, but I don't have them yet):


    Kangaroo care - Our hospital was really big on this, and it is soooo sweet being skin to skin


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    Some new pics:

    In his swaddle... We really like the "Kiddopotamus" ones. My mom bought us one from my registry, and we went back for a few more. He likes to be all wrapped up tight.


    Another one in his swaddle blanket:


    Naptime with daddy:


    Cuddling with mama:


    More cuddling with mama (I think this is going to be a theme, lol):


    In our bed:


    And my siggy pic - I think it's cute how he was laying with his arms above his head, lol:
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