Happy's Birth Story
Born August 28, 2009 at 5:20 pm
Everything went really well. On Thursday night around 11:30, they gave me my first Misprostal pill, and the contractions started within a couple of hours. I had another one at 5:00 the next morning, and at 7:20 I woke up to a strange feeling. I knew right away what was about to happen, and sure enough, my water broke. I didn't dilate quickly, but the contractions were fierce so I got an epi around 10:30, and they started pitocin around 12. At 4:00, I was 6cm, at within an hour, I could feel the need to push. I feel like I went from 6 to 10 in minutes, that hour went by so quickly. The epi wasn't very effective; I could feel every contraction during that time.
I called the nurse to tell her I was feeling like I needed to push, and she came in and checked me and said I was ready, and to start pushing. I was a little concerned that the doctor wasn't there, but I was so ready to go that I started. Happy was stuck under my pelvic bone, so the nurse had me lie on my side and push. I've never done that before but it worked really, really well. It took me a good 20 minutes of pushing to get his head under the bone, but as soon as I did, he came right out! Robert Anthony was born at 5:20 pm.
He has a ton of black hair, which is so funny because both DS1 and DS2 have very light/blondish hair. He LOVES to eat. As soon as I saw him, I couldn't deny him of breastfeeding, so we're working on it. Because of his appetite, we're supplementing with formula because I can't give him all the food he needs right now.
He was 7 lbs 10 oz, 19.5 in long, with a 15 inch head!! The head size explains why he was stuck under my bone.
Anyway, Daddy is so proud of his little guy. It's so wonderful to see him holding Happy and feeding him. My two older sons are just in love with their little brother.
Me and my three crazy boys
8 lbs 1 oz
September 4th, 2009
Cassie's birth story really starts on Thursday Sept 3rd at 3:30 am. I woke up unable able to sleep because my stomach felt upset. I went to the restroom and realized I was having contractions. They were not horribly strong, but they were definitely not Braxton Hicks. I timed them and they were anywhere from 5-15 minutes apart. I knew they would either get closer together or stop, so I tried to sleep as much as possible. However, I was unable to fall asleep and ended up staying awake. They spaced out as the morning wore on, so I took DS to WalMart. I was feeling pretty achy, but the contractions continued to be sporadic. My main fear was that my water would break while I was in WalMart. The contractions continued to be 15-30 minutes apart all day long and I started losing bloody mucus. I knew I was probably in early labor, but had no idea how long it would last. So I kept doing the last-minute things that needed to be done. That evening, DH and I took a mile and a half walk (our nightly routine). It felt so good to walk, and I remember thinking maybe I was just going to have contractions like this for several days.
I woke up Friday morning at 230 with the same contractions only they were a little stronger and now they were around 7-10 minutes apart. I was unable to sleep through them, but I was able to breathe and relax and sleep between them. I found myself instinctively moving around to get comfortable. I was on the exercise ball, kneeling, sitting straight up, standing and leaning on the counter. At around 5, they were 5-7 minutes apart, but I was still tolerating them well. I woke DH up and told him that I was probably in labor. He had to be at work at 7, so we had decide soon if I was going to go to L&D. I wasn't sure if I should go yet, as I wanted to be at home as long as possible.
We hung around and after he watched me during the contractions for a while told me WERE going to the hospital. We dropped DS off at my friends and got the hospital around 630. They checked me around 7:30 am and I was 5 cm and 100%. I was a little disappointed since I had been in labor for a while. I was hoping I would move quickly this time.
I got settled into a L&D room. DH finished a surgery and came down at about 830 (he works at the hospital I delivered at). The contractions were strong, but I was able to breathe through them and move around as much as I needed (they let off the monitors for 45 mins out of each hour). The nurse I had was really good about just letting me do whatever I needed to do and encouraging me to stay natural. At 1030, I was only 6 cm. The contractions were stronger, but not horribly close together. The most comfortable position was sitting straight up in bed with my heels together. So I alternated between this and getting up. At 1:30, I was 7 cm. At this point, I was getting frustrated. I did not want to be doing this all day!
At 3:30, I was still 7 cm. I could have cried. I could feel myself getting worn out. I hadn't slept Wednesday or Tuesday night very well at all so I was really low on sleep. The contractions were strong, but not unbearable so I tried to stay positive and just let my body do what it needed to. At 4 pm, I let the OB break my water. When she did, she said I was almost complete with just a small rim around the head. I thought, "Yes, I am really doing this!" The L&D nurse warned me it would make the labor more intense, but would probably move things faster. For an hour the contractions steadily got stronger. At 5, they were VERY intense, but I was tolerating them well with moaning and just relaxing. I got up to use the bathroom and it was very uncomfortable to get up (I started puking at this point), and I hung around DH's neck and squatted to make it through the contractions. I was hoping this would move baby down, but I never felt her budge. When I was back in bed, she checked me again and the "lip" was still there. At 530, it was still there. I was getting scared as the contractions were REALLY hard and nothing was happening. She had me roll to the right side and instantly my back felt like it was being torn apart. She had me roll over to the left side after a few contractions. She felt like the baby was somewhat crooked and needed to turn to be able to descend properly. While I was on my left side, she had me push a little. That was really hard, as there was NO urge to push and the contractions were worse on my side. She was getting concerned and the word "abnormal" was mentioned. The baby still wasn't moving. I was losing my resolve and pretty much begged DH to get me an epidural.
My OB assured me baby would be here soon if only we could get that "rim" of cervix out of the way. She wanted me to try pushing on my side again, but I felt like my body was working against me (I was on my side with my head lower than my feet). I was really losing touch with reality and getting scared that this baby was not going to be born vaginally. I tried to push but when the contraction came, all I could do was moan and say, "I can't". I asked if I could try to push on my back, as it felt better to be on my back or sitting up a little. We tried, but nothing happened. The OB said something about an epidural might give just enough relaxation to move the baby down. At this point, the anesthesiologist came in. I don't remember what time it was (around 6:15 or 6:30). I had three contractions during the few minutes it took him to get the epidural in and they were crazy intense because by this point I wasn't thinking about relaxing or trying to go natural. I just wanted the baby here and safe.
He just gave me a quick injection of medication since I was so close to delivering, but he left the catheter in "just in case we need to do a C/S". As soon as the epidural was in (before I even laid back down), I felt the baby move down and I needed to push. I could still feel almost everything, but my body took over at that point and it felt good to push. 3-4 good pushes, and a good yell, and she was born at 6:55. It was amazing actually feeling her being born. Even the tearing didn't matter. DH says I yelled when I felt the tear, but I don't remember it really being that bad. I just remember feeling her move down and thinking, "She's actually being born!". It hurt, but was so exhilarating.
After she was born, I was so awake and alert. With DS, I don't remember even being excited that he was born, I was so drowsy. This was so much better. It was an amazing experience and I am so thankful for a healthy baby girl.
Last edited by countrygirl83; 09-18-2009 at 05:05 PM.
Forgot to post this here...
Arrived at the hospital at 6 am as requested and was placed in a temporary "holding room" of sorts since there was a serious baby influx and they had no more rooms! LOL. The c/s itself started a few minutes late, but was short and sweet. It was much more relaxed than last time, that's for sure. Alyssa Rose was born at 8:36 am EST. She was 9 lbs 15 oz with APGAR scores of 8 & 9. I got to hold her for a long time while the doc was stitching me up and doing my tubal. It was soooo nice to be able to do that since I didn't get to hold DS until he was 32 hrs old.
We went to recovery and decided on the name. We had been going back and forth on a couple, but Alyssa or Alissa was our top choice. We hadn't decided spelling. But after looking at her, she seemed more of an Alyssa than an Alissa. So we made the decision and announced it.
Alyssa initially did great at BFing...latched on like she knew what she was doing and suckled for a good 10+ minutes in recovery. Unfortunately, that didn't last. I'm not giving in yet, but right now her health is most important, so I'm back to the old pump. At least I know what to expect and am good at it right???? Alyssa's last weight check had her at 9 lbs 5 oz. I know it's normal to lose weight at first, but I want it back up. Good thing she's a big girl to start with or I'd be more worried. She's got a touch of jaundice, but not enough to make anyone concernced.
Released to go home!!! Wooo HOOOOO!! The crazy part here is that I was supposed to work with the hospital LC again today. After waiting like 3+ hrs for her, I said screw it, I'm going home. This LC is not the only game in town. My Pedi has several LCs on staff, so I'll be making an appointment with one there later this week. It would be really nice to be able to BF this time. I can see it will be A LOT harder to EP this time since I already have 1 active child running around.
DS is doing well...he's been a crankbutt today, but honestly, I think it's tied to being out of his routine for 4 days. He spent 3 days with his YaYa (MIL) and 1 day with our best friends. YaYa was in a horse riding accident last week, but still wanted him as much as she could. She's tired and sore, but doing well.
Anyway, that's the scoop...we're home and doing pretty well so far.
Update 9/9/2009 - We did meet with an LC and BFing is getting better and better.
So we went in @ 6pm on Sept 7 to begin Cervidil, and after it taking forever to get me set up ( apparently 7:00 is shift change ) I started feeling basic BH contraction about 2 min. after insertion of the med. They got uncomfortable, so I was given a sleeping pill and Stadoyl (sp?). I was very loopy, and kept trying to explain to DH that it felt like I was underwater and had to swim to the top to speak complete sentences ( I was also talking about colors and blocks ) Anyway, I slept like 3 hours and mumbled the rest.
Next morning: the nurse removed the Cervidil, and said that I had not dialated anymore I was still @ 1 cm, but my cervix was soft. Hubby helped me take a shower, and as soon as I was dressed, my Doc walked in the room, and said ok, lets break your water/start Pitocin, ( I never even had a chance to brush my wet hair ) I felt the chunky..ewwww water and it was ON! Immediate STRONG contractions, they ordered my Epidural. Doc was laughing saying we needed to have the baby by noon, cause she had stuff to do, btw did I mention it was 7:30 am exactly when the show started?
ok Epidural man:you suck! It didnt releive my pain,and they kept saying "its ok, it takes it a minute to work, we just got started" So I said, "well it hurts to bad, you make him come back and fix it" so she checked me and said "um...your 5-6 already, you must have dialted to fast for the dose he gave to catch you" So she called him, my Aunt and cousin came in, and poor DH looked all helpless. Epidural dude comes back, I beg, he put more meds in...I am screaming, and begging someone to help me, so the nurse checks, and Im 8cm! Now...I HAVE to push, the nurse grabs a phone, and calls my doc, and said get here NOW! I just have to push, I couldnt help it, it was like saying "dont breathe air" Hubby and aunt are trying to hold my hands and say breathe through it, dont push...they really werent understanding how I had no choice in the matter. Doc comes in, bed breaks apart, she has her baby armor on, and gives me "bee stings" in my bottom for the episiotomy, my legs are in strups, ONE PUSH: her head is out, TWO PUSHES:shoulders, a quick PUSH # 3: and she was here. Labor:2hours and 15 min
Chloe Danielle (7lbs 11 oz) made her fast debut @ 9:45am on Tuesday September 8,2009. Mommy felt all the ouchies in the world ( Epidural never did catch me, but my left leg went numb after it was all over ) Daddy got the best birthday gift ever, Aunt and Cousin got a show, little sister was banned from the hospital due to a new swine flu policy, and we are Finally home. Oh, and she is PERFECT!
Owen Leon Belanger was born 10:25pm Aug. 26 2009. 5lbs 14ozs, 18inches long.
I was released from my imprisonment in hospital prior to his birth on Aug 20. I had asked to get a pas to go to dinner with DH cause it was our anniversary. They had a severe bed shortage, so they asked if I would stay in town over the weekend and check in with my doc on Monday. At Monday's appt, my blood sugars had dropped and she asked me to go to hospital for additional tests on Tuesday. On Tuesday they told me to go home and pack, say good bye to Mia and be back at 5pm to be admitted. I was induced Tues. Aug. 25 at 8pm.
They inserted cervidil. I had mild cramping almost immediately. 2 hour mandatory NST.
DH stayed over with me and we watched movies and talked into the night. We both got a little sleep until my OB came on at 7am. I was so happy my doc was on call for the birth (Mia was delivered by another doc).
830AM, fingertip dilated (that's it??) OB breaks water. NO gush, not sure it will be effective, may have to try again later. Thinks baby's head may be covering the cervix.
9:30AM steady contractions, pitocin delayed for now. Body seems to be going into labour naturally.
10:30AM contractions 2 mins apart.
12:20PM 2cms, pitocin started to get things moving faster. Asked for epi since contractions were consistently 2mins apart for 2 hours and still a LONG way to go.
1:10PM Epi doc is GOD! Naptime
2:30PM 3cm. Pit up'd.
5:40PM no progress and contractions are slowing. Pit Up'd a BUNCH! Ouch.
8:45PM still 4cm. Starting to get tired and frustrated. Pit up'd
9:28PM 6cm, fever creeping up. I warn them it's going to go fast. They doubt me. I tell them shakes are immenant....
9:40PM 9cm. I TOLD THEM!!!!! Violent shakes, nausea, fever. In shock from the speed of the dilation. Pit STOPPED! Baby HR dropping with each contraction. Baby needs to come soon.
9:50PM 9.5cm, doc called. Forceps prepped for no push delivery.
excruciating back pain, baby is sunny side up (just like Mia). OB finds the fissure in his skull and in the middle of contraction, spins him 180 degrees. Instant relief. This is incredible. Mia had lots of intervention because she was sunny side up. Vacuum and episiotomy.
10PM, I'm ready, in stirrups and all, doc hears a blood curdling scream and RUNS from the room. Nurses tell me not to push whatever i do. No worries, I'm not allowed to push anyway...right?
10:11PM doc returns from delivering baby across the hall and grabs forceps, I make a lame comment about no wonder OB wears sneakers after seeing her run from the room. OB comments my laughing is causing Baby to deliver himself!!!! OMG it was so cool. she comments about nature at it's best. Nurses are shocked. They start telling chicken jokes, once I start giggling I can't stop. Owen arrives at 10:25pm, no intervention, no pushing, no pain.
Small 1st degree tear on my scar from last time. 2 stitches. I get to hold Owen for about 30 seconds (Awesome, I didn't get to hold Mia. He is weighed and measured in the room.) Apgars are 6 & 8. He needs to go to NICU, but they let DH carry him there. So happy for no emergency this time.
Spends one night in NICU to control his blood sugar. I am brought in to see him about an hour later. He has low birth weight, but they are sure he can overcome it rooming in with us. He is released to me noon on the 27th. Mia comes to visit minutes later!
We are both released Friday at dinnertime.
Saturday at noon we take Owen to walk in clinic as he is lethargic and not eating. Eyes have gone yellow. Clinic sends us to ER. ER doc admits us Saturday night. Under lights for 2 days. Nose tube as weight is dropping (5lbs 5 ozs) Oshawa hospital is livid we were released from NICU let alone the entire hospital so early. We are released from Oshawa hospital Tuesday evening.
Currently 2 weeks and 2 days. Eating well on a doc recommended time table of every 3 hours. Finally hit birth weight. Weekly doctor appts moving forward to check weight and feeding. Doctors feel he was born earlier then we thought. He was born with no nipples, just buds, which is a developmental milestone he should have reached if he was in fact 35 weeks 6 days. HOWEVER, he couldn't be too much younger or I would have got my BFP BEFORE he was conceived.... So it is up for debate if he was born earlier or later then Mia. Mia was born at 35 weeks 2 days.
Who would have thought a regular Sunday afternoon would turn into such an adventure! I had been having BHs for a while now and thought my little guy was going to wait until my doctor's apt on his due date the following Tuesday. Well he had other plans! At about 4pm I was starting to have contractions 30 minutes apart and just kept busy doing things around the house. My family was over so I didn't want to make a big deal and thought I had plenty of time before we had to leave for the hospital. It was getting obvious that I was progressing faster than I expected so we decided to leave early. We had a 40 minute drive to the hospital so we wanted to be safe than sorry.
We got to the hospital around 8:30 pm and was checked into triage right away and found out I was 6 cm dialated! They admitted me and I tried to get settled into my room but it was amazing how intense the contractions were so my doctor decided to check me again. I had already dialated to 8 cm in only 30 minutes and I asked for an epidural then. By the time they were able to get things ready to do an epidural I was fully dialated and there was no time to get one- I had to do it without any pain meds! I must admit I was soo scared but I knew I had to do be strong and do it. The urge to push was soo incredible it's amazing and I also go to see the birth because I had a mirror. I don't think I have screamed soo loud in all my life when I saw his little head coming through and soon after his body. What an experience but once they put him on my chest I forgot about all the pain. Having both an epidural and going natural I can say that going natural made me feel like I really experienced birth. Turns out only about 20% of women at that hospital don't get an epidural so my nurse was very proud of me.
I feel soo lucky to have had two reality short stays at the hospital for my births. Skyla was about 5 hours and only 2 for Ty. My mom even took Skyla home because she thought we would be there all night. We thought he would be born on Labor Day and not the night before. The only negatives are that I had a small tear again and I bleed a lot more than with Skyla. Hopefully I will heal sooner this time around. Right after Ty was born he nursed really well and I didn't have any pain which is just an awesome experience! Sometimes I can't believe I am a mommy to two children and that life is really going to change but already Skyla seems to love her little brother so I know things will be great!
Tyler "Ty" Lyman B
7 lbs 15 ounces
Kelly and John: Sep 30, 2006
Skyla Helen: 2-2-2008-
Tyler "Ty" Lyman: 9-6-2009-
Since it was a repeat there's not much to tell.
Had to be there @ 8 am Wed. morning. Got down to registration and found out that L & D had been swamped overnight and most likely our time of 11:30 am c-section would be pushed back.
Got up to our starting room @ 8:30am. Moniters hooked up and vitals taken.
Jared got on the phone and called everyone and told them that it was most likely not going to be 11:30 so take your time. About 9 am the nurse came in and said they had pushed UP my time and I would be going within the next hour.
So back on the phone Jared went. His dad is the only one who lives a great distance away from the hospital, everyone else is within 10 minutes.
Well, an hour went by and still not ready to take me back. Sigh!
About 11:30 (the normal time) they came in and walked me back to the OR.
At about 12 noon they started. At 12:16pm Miss Brooklynn made her apperance.
They cleaned her up, weight and all the good stuff.
Then took her and Jared down the hall to get her assesment down and met the rest of the family, while they finished me up.
I left the OR around 1:30 and went back to recovery. Jared went to eat with his brother, my mom was in there with me. Everyone else had went home/back to work/back to school (Jaden). At 2:30 mom and I heard Jared come back threw the doors and he was wheeling Brooklynn along with him.
Got to my post partum room @ 4 and finally got to BF her. She latched right away to the left side. We have had some problems with the right. My nipple is a different shape and smaller on the right, so I guess it has to do with that.
Her apgars were 8 & 9.
My scheduled c-section was on the 9th of September at 8:30am. Because I had gone so early with my son and have a bicornate uterus they were giving me biophysical profiles every saturday along with a NST afterwards. Things were going really well he was staying put and I was getting closer and closer to my due date. I was so happy that we made it to full term and I wouldn't have another preemie.
I was getting pretty uncomfortable, I kept explaining it as a bowling ball laying in my pelvis. I know he had dropped and was putting a lot of pressure on me but I was so happy to be full term I didn't really care. I was having a lot of braxton hicks but nothing steady or painful so I just ignored them. I was almost 39 weeks so I just figured I wasn't going to go into labor and I would make it to my scheduled section. Well needless to say Xander had other plans.
We were having some water problems at the place im staying at so the water was turned off. They had a few gallons filled so we could was up, brush teeth and flush the toliet ect. I woke up around 4am feeling like I had a stomach ache and had to have a bowel movement. I really didn't wanna get outta bed and lug a jug of water into the bathroom to flush so i just tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. Well I finally fell back asleep just to wake up and feel uncomfortable again. It took me about an hr to realize that I was having contractions along with back labor and they were about 5mins apart. I stayed in bed and monitored them for about another 30mins and they started getting a little closer, some were 3 and some were 5, so I got up and walked around to see if they were going to go away or get closer. Well they immediately got closer and a LOT stronger. I was really having to breath through them and lean against something for support. I was having really bad back labor and was getting very very uncomfortable.
I decided to call my support person and ride to the hospital. Well she wasn't answering. This has been a pattern with her, she never seemed to be available to help when she said she was going to be and wanted to be. I was getting very irritated and a lot more uncomfortable. I didn't want to have to call 911 because they will not take me to my hospital, they have to take you to the closest one which I did NOT like. I also wanted my hospital and my doctors, of course. Well I found someone that would take me up there but she had to get ready. I guess she didn't realize how close my contractions were and fixed herself breakfast ect. By the time she was ready to take me one of the workers had already called the ambulance and said they'd feel safter me going by ambulance since the contractions were getting even closer.
I get to the hospital, do the normal pee in a cup, put on a gown and lay in bed to get hooked up to the monitors. By this time my contractions are right on top of each other and im feeling a lot of pain but the monitor isn't picking them up at all. Nurse takes my blood pressure and says it was high and that she wanted me to lay on my side so she could try the other side and see if it went down. Well it didn't so she paged the doctor to let him know what was going on and that by the look of me I was having a contraction about every 2mins that were lasting about 40-60 seconds long. The monitor still wasn't picking anything up. They tried a different monitor pad and yep sure enough, viola there were the contractions. Nurse says "Ohhh wow no wonder your in pain, these are pretty strong" all I could think was "yeah no sh*t sherlock I could have told you that". She said since she was finally seeing the contractions she was going to check to see if I was dialted. Said my cervix was thin and short and about 2cm dialated. I was shocked cause I thought I would still be closed like I always was before. She told me she'd be right back and next thing I know im being prepped for surgery. I started crying because I wanted them to transfer me to my hospital. I thought I had time but apparently Xander was not taking his time, he wanted out. They told me not only couldn't they stransfer me to my hospital, but that it was saturday and they couldn't get office records that day so they weren't going to be able to tie my tubes. Great..........just what I wanted to hear. They put in my catheder and give me something to lower my blood pressure which happend to be 160 over 108. Im laying in bed and all the sudden I felt like i was peeing. I asked the nurse if I should feel wet with a catheder in and she said it was normal and it was just cause Im not used to having a cathader. Well I kept feeling it and I told her my water broke and she said okay as soon as i give this strip to the doc i'll check you. Well she disappeared and never came back. They come in to get me to say its ready to walk to the OR and get the show on the road. As soon as I stand up there is water all over the floor. I said I told her my water broke she told me I was wrong. Well there was meconium so they said we needed to hurry and get into the OR so they could get him out. I was having contractions one on top of the other and I was SO ready to be out of pain. They started my surgery at 11:40 and at 12:07 I heard the sweetest lil cry. Finally my lil man was here safe and sound. They kept telling me he was going to be about 8 or 9lbs..........well again they were wrong. 5lbs 10.4 oz such a little thing!! One of the first things I said was he looked just like his brother when he was born.
Because of my situation the last year and where I am now I decided to give Alexander a better life than I could provide for him so I gave him up for adoption. It was not an easy decision to be made, but through a lot of debation, tears and fears I finally picked a family that I thought was suitable for him. I met them just after I had him when they came to the hospital (i kinda made my decision last minute so we didn't have time to meet before) and I instantly fell in love with them and knew they already loved my little boy as if he was their own. I chose an open adoption so I will receive letters/updates and pictures at least every 6mths. They took some pictures for me while they were at the hospital so I could have a picture of the 4 of them (they also adopted a biracial lil boy 2yrs ago and named him Zachary) and then some more of my sweet little boy. Its been hard not having my little man, i love him so much but I know he is so much better off where he is, and when he's older he'll understand why I made the choice for him that I did.
I've been reading up on all the birth stories and congrats to all of you and have fun enjoying your little bundles!!
Hunter Lane's birth story
9/18/09, 6:10 PM
7 lbs 5 oz, 20.5 inches
I woke up on 9/18 just before 9 am needing to use the restroom as usual. After I went, I noticed that I was still dripping, so I sat there a minute, and that minute turned into two...then three...then four. I obviously realized I wasn't still going to the restroom, checked the color and it was clear, so I put on a pad and went to wake Logan up to let him know that I was pretty sure my water just broke. Apparently what I was telling him didn't quite get through his sleepy mind, he told me to let him sleep since he had to get up for work in 2 hours
In the meantime, I took a shower, called the doctor who said to come in right away, then called my Mother in Law to come get the dog. Logan finally got up and realized it was actually time to go, and asked if I could tidy up the house and do the dishes while he got ready since people were going to want to come after Hunter was here. I was feeling fine at this point, so I did the dishes while I was in early labor LOL. We finally leave for the hospital around 11, stopping at Chick-fil-a on the way because I was hungry.
We got to the hospital around 11:30, at this point I had only had maybe 2 contractions, and they weren't even as bad as my pre-labor had been, so I was a little worried that things wouldn't start on their own, but my waters had soaked the huge overnight pad, so I knew it was the real thing. They checked me, and I was "grossly ruptured", and around 3 cm, 80% effaced. Right around this point the contractions started picking up, but still not bad, so they started my hep lock and did 20 minutes on the monitor. After a little while resting in the bed I started to feel the contractions stronger, so I ask if it's ok to use the tub, and the nurse said since my doctor didn't have a problem with it so no problem! I stayed in a little while, because it really helped me feel better between contractions, despite not feeling great during them. Around 2 I'm starting to get really restless during the contractions, and they are definitely stronger, so they check me and I'm only up to 3 1/2, but fully effaced.
This is when things start to get a little fuzzy for me. Contractions suddenly moved to about 2 minutes apart, and I moved from the tub, to sitting on the toilet, to the bed, to the birthing ball, and back to each one, mainly settling on the toilet during the actual contractions. Family started to arrive at this point, my sisters and both Moms were in the room for a while, at one point I think I dropped an F-word and my Mom said "that's what got you here in the first place!" I would have laughed if I wasn't hurting. I quite literally could NOT stay still during the contractions, even though moving didn't help at all, so unfortunately Hypnobabies was not a good fit for my birthing style, but it did keep me calm between. I did at one point mention pain relief, but my wonderful husband reminded me that I told him earlier in the week to say no because I didn't want one even if I asked, and as soon as that contraction ended I realized he was right and told him so
I was doing a lot of vocalizing and moaning, not because it hurt as much as because it just felt really good to make noise. Around 4:30 my Mom noticed a change in my moans, and said the nurse should probably check me. Once I got out of the tub and got checked, they said I was between 7-8 cm, so I couldn't go back and sit on the toilet anymore since they didn't want me delivering there. I was VERY uncomfortable laying in the bed contracting, so I squeezed Logan's hand like crazy and moaned during each one. I also remembered reading in Ina May Gaskin's Guide to Childbirth something about a woman using lip trills (the sound a horse makes) to stay relaxed, and that felt GREAT, so I kept it up. By 5 pm I was complete, with just a little lip of cervix, and the next few contractions I started feeling pressure, so they let me start pushing through the lip. Pushing through the contractions was great. I finally felt like we were getting somewhere. At one point my doctor said he had a head full of dark hair, which gave me a new energy to push him out!
Hunter Lane was born at 6:10 pm, 7 lbs 5 oz, 20.5 inches long. I went from 3 1/2 cm to baby in 4 hours, which was crazy but great. I tore just a little, which I later found out was due to his 14-inch head and him coming out with BOTH hands by his face. He was alert and crying instantly, and he was immediately put on my chest while they checked him out. Logan cut the cord once it finished pulsing, and took a few pictures. He stopped crying after 40 minutes, and was up and alert while meeting the family.
My recovery was a little iffy at first, I passed out the first 2 times I got up to use the restroom, found out later my iron dropped by almost 1/3, which explained it. Hunter only nursed once the first 24 hours despite lots of tries, so we stayed another night. After pumping and feeding, we got a nipple shield and he latched like a champ and nursed several times through the night. By Sunday morning, we were both ready to go home! He is eating a ton better, and I am still having dizzy spells but feeling better!
That's our story, now to share more pics from the hospital, where he kept those silly little hands right by his face again.