- 4 years ago
- Wedding: September 2012
I remeber when I was pregnant I would read every birth story I could find just to give me some kind of idea what can happen. I’ve forgotten a lot I’m sure and I’m not the best writer but here we go.
On Sunday Morning September 22nd I woke up feeling a lot of pressure like I had the week before when I had had Braxton hicks contractions. I mentioned it to my husband as we were about to leave to meet some friends at a harvest festival. I noticed that every half hour I was getting a slight contraction but nothing serious. As the day progressed my contractions were getting stronger and stronger and we went on a hayride just to see if it would help anything. A couple of hours later my contractions started coming at 15 minute intervals and would start making me wince. Over the next hour they got to about 5 minutes apart. I could still talk through them so I wasn’t too worried but I did want to go to the hospital to see what was going on.
We called the doctor at about 9pm and she said that we should wait until they are more painful. So we drove around a bit and at 10:30pm I got impatient and asked DH to drive me to the hospital. So we did. She went through everything and said I was having regular contractions but it could go like this for a while so they sent me home. I bounced on the ball while DH would rub my back and I think I let him get some sleep while I took a shower. Things started getting even stronger so we walked around the cul-de-sac but every couple of minutes I’d have to stop and hold onto DH and moan due to the pain. That’s when we decided to go back in. This was about 12:30am. After getting checked out she said that they are getting closer and stronger and that I wasn’t going home this time. We got settled into our room and we were lucky enough to get one of the rooms with a large soaking tub so we started to get that filled. They hooked me up with wireless monitors so I could move around and gave me an iv lock so if I needed fluids later I could. Whenever I would use the restroom at this point I would see quite a bit of blood which worried me but the doctors said that it was normal. The next few hours were fairly boring. I used the tub and snacked on popsicles and DH would help me through each contraction and every hour or so the nurse would come in to check on me and see how things were progressing. I was even able to get some sleep in between contractions.
This went on for about 8 hours and at some point my mom came in to see how I was doing and my mother in law made it in from out of town. The nurses said that things weren’t really moving fast enough and thought maybe if I took a drug that takes the edge off and I am able to relax things would progress faster. I agreed thinking the end was near and that this wasn’t so bad. The drug was amazing and did exactly what they said it would. I got some sleep and was even able to eat some toast with peanut butter while DH went and got food. I believe after two hours the doctor came in and I had made no progress. She suggested that they break my water. I was nervous but I really wanted things to move forward so I agreed. As soon as she did that the real pain arrived. It hit me so quickly I was screaming. I’d like to think I made it an hour, but it probably wasn’t even that long before I asked for an epidural. I was scared but I needed something. The anesthesiologist came in and did her thing and within a few moments I was off in la la land. I didn’t feel anything for a good four hours. Then things stopped working.
I couldn’t tell you my progress thus far but I remember that the epidural started wearing off and the pain was awful. On top of the pain I was uncontrollably pushing during each contraction which worried the nurse because I was not dilated yet. About 3 different nurses were trying to help me. I was miserable. They were also having issues with the monitors staying in place which meant they had to keep adjusting them on me. This really bothered me and I remember screaming at the nurse to stop touching me. I also remember DH started crying at times. Even though I couldn’t do the breathing exercises, having him breath in a pattern helped me focus. He was literally my rock during this whole process. I asked for another epidural and they said that they gave me another dose but it didn’t do anything for me. This is also the time that I would push against DH during each contraction which helped. A couple of times during this period my little one would have a hiccup fit inside of me and I did not find this amusing.
After a couple of hours of this which felt like an eternity I was ready to give up. I was ready to ask that they cut her out of me. Anything to stop the pain. I also found out during this time period that my little on had pooped in the womb so there would be extra nurses during delivery, whenever that happens.
Then the most amazing thing did happen, a shift change. It’s amazing the difference between nurses makes. Our first nurse was very timid and didn’t really seem to understand what all was going on and was very frustrating to work with while you’re screaming your lungs our from pain. A new nurse and anesthesiologist came on and after hearing about what had been going on they talked to me and decided that something was wrong with my epidural. There was quite a bit of arguing between me, the nurse and the anesthesiologist but we eventually decided to redo my epidural. Once that happened I was again on cloud nine. DH could not believe the difference and started crying when he saw me smile.
Around 9pm on Sunday the 23rd the nurse suggested that they give me some Pitocin to move along my dilation. I agreed and within two hours I was at 9 cm. From that point on we really were in the home stretch. DH fell asleep and the nurse and I talked about how once I was ready I would wait another hour just to give my body and mind a rest before attempting to push. At midnight I became fully dilated and ready to go. The nurse said she’d be back in an hour to start pushing.
At 1am the nurse and DH helped me into position to start pushing with each contraction. After a couple of pushes she called the Doctor in and a couple more pushes and my baby girl came into this world at 1:38 am. She was 7pounds 14 ounces 22 inches long. Evelyn Harley.
We were a bit miffed because they didn’t let DH cut the cord or anything because they were worried about her not breathing properly. They let me see her for a few minutes before rushing her to the special care unit. DH followed with and came back a few minutes later. He told me she was fine but they just wanted to observe her for a few hours.
We had called our parents before we pushed letting them know the time was close so our moms were there and DH brought them to see our little girl and then came to see me. The nurse had brought me a turkey sandwich and yogurt to munch on because I was starving. Not even an hour later they brought my baby girl to me to nurse which she latched on right away! Because of the timing we were able to stay the rest of that day, the entire next day, and the following morning. They moved us to the recovery room and they made me sit in a wheel chair even though I felt like I could walk a marathon. I was ready to take on the world!
That was over 2 months ago and every day I fall more and more in love with her and remember less and less about the pain. It really is all worth it!