I finally got around to typing this up tonight! Go me!
Alice’s birth story
Birth weight 6lbs, 10oz
Birth length 19in
Apgar scores 8 and 8
Gestational age 40 weeks, 0 days
Born on September 27th, 2011 at 9:02AM
I had been having prodromal labor for 2+ weeks and was stuck at 3cm, 75% effaced for all that time. At my midwife appointment on Monday, September 26th (39 weeks, 6 days), nothing had changed. We decided to induce by breaking water on Friday if nothing had happened by then, but my midwife had a feeling I would go before then. She stripped my membranes and gave me some black and blue cohosh tincture to try. She also gave me a recipe for castor oil, but I wasn’t going to try that until Thursday. The rest of that day I contracted, but it didn’t start to move together until the evening. I cleaned up the house and took a bath and they were still coming about 5 minutes apart and were getting a little more intense. I took a bath and they stuck around, so I really started to think this could be it. I called the midwife and she had me call my doula and have her come over. So I did that, David got Stella’s grandparents over and they took Stella to their house. My doula said she thought this was definitely true labor so we headed to the hospital at 12:30AM. When I got checked I was still 3cm, so I was pretty disappointed. We decided to walk the halls and see what happened. That caused the contractions to get much more intense. I finally said to my doula that I felt like everyone in their rooms probably were wondering what kind of madwoman was moaning in the hall so much and I wanted to go back in my room. David had been resting in my room and came out just then to say he was trying to rest but someone kept making noise in the hall and they sounded like a ghost or something. I labored in a chair for a while, then moved to the bed to see if I could rest some.
That is when the contractions started to get really bad, resting was not an option during these contractions. I was checked and was at 5cm, to which I responded, “noooo!!!”. That’s actually how I responded every time I found out how far dilated I was. I decided to get in the shower, which felt really good. David kept annoying me by opening the shower curtain to check on me. At one point I shut the curtain in his face. I finally couldn’t take the contractions sitting anymore so I came out and lay in bed again. I had a really hard time coping at this point and kept saying that I couldn’t do it, but everyone said I was doing great. I really didn’t believe them at all. The only things I said were no and I can’t do this, otherwise I just moaned and yelled. I was hurting in my back, lower stomach and even my butt, hips and down the front of my legs. I kept rubbing my right leg because it felt like a horrible cramp and rubbing during a contraction really felt better. The midwife thought I was just doing a repetitive motion and tried to do the same on the back of my leg which made my butt hurt a lot worse, so I slapped her hand away. David came over and helped me rub the top of my leg, he really helped me there. I was checked again because I started feeling pressure and was 7cm. My doula convinced me to get on the birthing ball and she helped me through a few contractions, trying to open up and let the baby come down. I could only handle 3 contractions like that and finally had to move back to the shower. I realized I was now feeling pushy and it felt better to groan and push together (David says I sounded like a zombie). The midwives changed shifts at that point and the new midwife came in and made me get out of the shower. She checked me and I was 8cm. She had me lay on my side, slightly on my belly with a pillow under me and my left leg in the air. She got in my face and helped me breathe through several more contractions, but then the pushing really started taking over and she moved down. One of my good friends came in at this point and seeing her face really helped me buckle down and push. She and my doula held my leg up when I wasn’t contracting and I held my leg when I was contracting/pushing. Pushing felt soooo much better. The midwife was using oil to help stretch my perineum, especially where I had torn with Stella’s birth. The midwife started getting kind of excited because my bag of water still hadn’t broken and the baby’s head was halfway out. But the bag was keeping me from pushing her out all the way so the midwife broke it (it was bulging in front of her head). I was finally able to push her head to the point of the ring of fire, when the contraction stopped! So I burned for a few seconds and then pushed her head out completely. She immediately started screaming! The midwife told her “alright, alright, calm down”, which I thought was funny. I then pushed her out all the way and got to catch her and pull her up on me. I was so worn out and yet elated over finally getting her out and holding her, though the nurses had to suction her a lot because she was gurgling. The pediatric nurse and the midwife started a small war at this point. The ped nurse came over and lifted the baby off my belly to take her but the midwife smirked because she hadn’t cut the cord yet so the ped nurse stomped away. I nursed the baby and the midwife cut the cord but my placenta wasn’t coming out so I had to give the baby over to the ped nurse so I could sit up and push the placenta out.
Once that was done I needed a couple stitches so we had to wait for the ped nurse to bring the baby back over because the midwife knew I’d be able to ignore the stinging if I had the baby, but the nurse was ignoring the midwife who was telling her to bring the baby back to me now. She finally brought the baby back over and I nursed her again while the midwife gave me a few shots of Novocain and stitched me up. After a few hours I went to the bathroom. Walking was easy, peeing was not. I went up to my recovery room with David and Alice and we rested there for a while.
I was still having issues peeing, was only getting out 100 cc’s at a time. The third time I dropped a huge clot (about the size of my whole hand) and the nurses freaked out when I called them in and they saw it. While Stella was visiting with David’s parents, three nurses came in, ushered them all out and put in a temporary catheter. They thought the clot was because my bladder was full and pressing on my uterus. They were able to drain 550 cc’s of urine. After that I didn’t have any more issues. When Stella came back in she got to hold Alice and she has fallen absolutely in love with the baby.
When we left the hospital, Alice was at 6lbs, 7oz and the next day at the doctor was at 6lbs, 9oz. We are doing so well.
It was the hardest thing I have ever done, but also the most rewarding. I feel great still, with only a little pain every now and then. It is hard to follow advice and not do housework and stuff when I honestly feel better now than I did when I was pregnant.
(Sorry if the photos are big, I resized them in photobucket, I swear)
Congrats She's beautiful.
DD1 July 2008 (41w3d)
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DD2 August 2011 (33w5d)
What a great birth story. I admire you doing it completely natural.
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DD Simone 9/12/11
Great birth story! Congrats on the birth of your little princess!
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