Samantha's Birth Story (long long long with pics)
Went in for routine OB appt 9/11, which showed no progress whatsoever beyond the "kinda mushy, maybe a fingertip dilated" stage I had been in for a couple of weeks. He did decide to try to help things along by stripping my membranes... bleh!! I was able to get him to agree to an induction on 9/13 if nothing happened on its own before, so we were scheduled to arrive at L&D at 6:30 am, no food allowed save clear liquids prior to arrival (meh!)...I mean, woohooo!! lol
Sunday, 9/13/09, 6:30 am: Arrive to a very deserted L&D department, the nurses seemed happy to have something to do. Took a bit to get everything all ready to go so Superman was having fun with the camera. Here is the only pregnant belly picture of me in existence, as big as a house at 40 weeks, 2 days:
So, we started my IV pitocin drip around 7 am. The hours crept by slowly, contractions not terribly noticeable, and by 3:30 pm my OB comes in to check me and I am only about 2 cm, maybe 50% effaced. He decides to break my water -- I was hoping to be delivering about now, so this gives me new hope. And yes, things did start to progress nicely: for the next 3 hours my contractions got more and more productive. At least, *I* thought they were being productive, based on my comfort levels anyway. For some reason I kept visualizing each contraction as a level from one to ten, moving upwards as my discomfort increased. By 6 I was at the midway mark and convinced that I was at LEAST 5 cm. I'm starting to think drugs would be nice at this point, and a few contrax had me in tears... the nurse was nice enough to check me and she said I was only 3 cm, 100% effaced.
ALL THAT and only 3 cm???? *cry* She was great, though, and went out of her way to reassure me that NOW things will start to be more productive and move along much faster. I kept saying " I can't believe I'm only 3 centimeters..." Another contraction comes along, I'm crying again and asking for drugs. She assures me that they're the most helpful early along like this to help me relax and take the edge off -- uhh, yeah, I know, make with the dope, lady! She comes back with Nubain, delicious, delightful Nubain which lets me sleep (ooooh, blissful sleep!) for about an hour. It felt like 5 minutes. Poor superman was charged with lightly running his fingers along my back, in such a precise pattern of movement that NASA would've found it difficult to master...and during the Packers game, too, bless his heart!
The next 5 hours or so are kindof a blur, I do recall asking the nurse if I chickened out about NOT wanting an epidural would it still be possible to have one, given that I had already had Nubain -- the answer was yes. I guess that's all I needed to hear, because I never mentioned it again lol.
My contractions stayed the same, just increasing in intensity. I kept waiting for actual pain, and it never came. I was able to breathe through them all, and it really helped that she kept reminding me that it WAS going to end and just take them one at a time. I remember begging her to let me out of bed, as my lower back was just screaming, and she would let me for a short time, then complain that she couldn't monitor the baby's heartbeat and make me lay back down. I got testy and told her internal monitors are great for that... she didn't take me seriously until about 11 pm...while I was in transition, no less. My contractions are really getting intense and she wants me to lay all the way back and let her shove this internal monitor inside me. I'm laying back with 2 pillows under my back and none under my head and she can't attach the darn thing because the baby has too much hair. I so hate my nurse right now. Finally another nurse tries and is successful and I can rise up to a less excruciating position...
...which doesn't matter because NOW I'm feeling lots of pelvic pressure, my body would love to push a baby out, thank you very much. Whaddya mean, I can't push yet?? *sigh* More breathing as they set up the room around me, scarier and stronger urges to push... apparently, according to the delivery report, this lasted 5 minutes. It felt like hours.
My doc shows up, I'm given the green light to push with the next contraction and we just sit there, waiting, for about 3 mins. Thanks for the break, body, but I'm ready to be done! Then it starts up again, and I totally noobed on the first push. Complete failure. Come on, Alice, this is where you shine! PUSH!!! 3 pushes later, heads out, once more - here's my baby. 11 minutes total. :D I got to watch it all for the first time in my life thanks to a strategically placed ceiling mirror. She had the cord around her neck just one time, they cut the cord and placed her on my belly, covered in birth goo. I just pulled her up to my chest and held her, crying.
My Samantha Eleanor was born at 12:11 am on September 14th, 2009, weighing in at 7lbs, 14.7oz, 19.25 inches long. According to the delivery report, I was in active labor for a total of 5 hours, 52 mins. I was starved to death, however, for 20 hours. Stupid hospital policies... :) Anyway, here's my baby girl:
Poor Superman. I got to sleep, he didn't. It shows.
My favorite picture thus far:
If you've read this far, kudos to you. :) Thanks. Sorry it took so long...