- 2 years ago
- Wedding: October 2011
Well I haven’t been around here much lately due to all the changes, but I thought I should come back and at least update a lot of you ladies that I was expecting with! I was a June 2014 Mama but ended up delivering in May.
Long story short, I was put on bed rest at 28 weeks and told I would deliver any day. I was worried beyond belief for what seemed like forever. But lo and behold, I made it to 38 weeks on the dot!
On the day I went into labor I had been feeling like I had a lot of bladder pressure, but I couldn’t go to the bathroom. I kept telling my Husband that I thought I had a UTI because I hadn’t gone to the bathroom at all that day and it was about 4:00 at that point. We had gone to lunch for the first time since I had been put on bed rest (10 weeks) and the whole time I stared at his club sandwich drooling. I couldn’t wait for deli meat again!
We went home and started discussing building shelves in the laundry room when all of a sudden I felt like I really had to pee! I ran to the bathroom, pulled down my shorts and made it over the toilet just in time for me to hear a “POP” and have my water break. Now…I had read a lot about water breaking up until that point and really didn’t think it was going to be as much as it was. IT OVERFLOWED THE TOILET. I had my Husband bring me the phone so I could call my Doctor. The Nurse said she would call me back in 20 minutes. If I didn’t hear from her by then, I needed to call them back. An hour passed, and I hadn’t had any contractions but I still hadn’t heard from my Doctor and I was getting worried. I called again and they said she would call me ASAP. Another 20 minutes went by.
Finally I told my Husband to grab the bags and start driving us to the Hospital. I wasn’t going to wait any longer. On the way, the Doctor on call finally called me. I told her my water had broke (and was still leaking BUCKETS all over the car). I also told her that there was a lot of blood in the water. This was something that I had not read about, so I was very nervous over. At that time the Doctor told me it was normal. The Doctor also told me that my OB was working at another hospital 30 minutes out of the way and that I needed to go there. I hesitated and said, “No, she’s isn’t. She doesn’t work there. She works at ____ Hospital.” She said, “No, she’s at ____ Hospital. You need to go there.” I argued with her for another five minutes. I did not want to go to another Hospital. I had already spent a lot of time in Labor and Delivery at the Hospital we were headed to and pre-registered at. I knew the Nurses and how things worked and wanted to deliver there. She again told me that I needed to go to the other hospital. I got off the phone with her and re-directed my Husband to the other Hospital. I started crying. I don’t deal well with change. Thankfully my contractions still hadn’t started at that point so I didn’t have that to deal with in addition, but I was a mess.
We went in through the emergency room as directed and I proceeded to gush buckets of water all over their huge “Welcome” mat. They asked me to come sign in and I told them unless they wanted to get a bucket that I better stay where I was and wait for a wheelchair. FIVE MINUTES LATER, they brought me one with a huge towel to sit on. (I later saw them bring out the mop, haha)
I was wheeled to labor and delivery where I was told that, surprise surprise, my Doctor wasn’t there. That she didn’t work there and they had no idea why I was sent there. They asked me if I wanted to drive to the other Hospital but I decided not to risk it (although contractions still hadn’t started). Once I was hooked up to the IV, the contractions began. They got progressively worse FAST. Of course this was the time that I had to register (pre-register ladies, it is SOOO important). They offered me an epidural right away and I gladly accepted. I got that within 5 minutes (ow). I felt fabulous after that. I technically only felt contractions for 45 minutes. They also offered me pictocin at this time and I denied it. I had this in my birth plan and wanted to avoid pictocin if I could. I went from 1cm to 6cm within 5 hours. But once I hit 6cm I was at a standstill, so I took the pictocin.
I was in labor for a total of 12 hours. During this entire time, I continued to leak water. Another thing I didn’t know was that it doesn’t stop until you have the baby! They had to change the pad underneath of me every 30 hours so I wouldn’t get too pruney. My Husband and Mom were beside my bed the entire time. My Mom kept saying she couldn’t believe how quiet and calm I was and that she expected me to be a big baby, haha.
They slept through the night while I tossed and turned. I knew when the contractions were coming because I could feel a lot of building pressure in my rectum every time they came. This kept me from being able to sleep. I wouldn’t call them painful, but it was pretty uncomfortable. At about 4:45am I was at 10cm and ready to push! The Doctor finally came in to introduce himself. He was about 92 and quite possibly the most unfriendly person I’ve ever met. “You won’t see him until the head is out” the Nurse told me, “so don’t worry”. Great, I thought! She doesn’t like him either…
So, the pushing began! This was the hard part. As the Nurse described to me…it was like running a marathon and you always feel like you’re miles away from the finish line. We found out that my baby girl was facing up. I asked what that meant and they told me that it would probably take me longer than usual to push her out, and that it was a little more work than face down. Again..GREAT! But I’m so lucky I had my Mom and Husband by my side. They coached me through every minute of those TWO HOURS of pushing. My Mom must have commented on how she could see her full head of hair a million times during that last hour! But it got me so excited! Then the point came when I could feel the head almost completely out and it burned a little. It was such a weird feeling. The Nurse said they called it the “Ring of Fire” – when the head just sat in the vaginal opening. The Doctor came in and I gave three more final pushes. I could feel him reach in and turn her so she came out at a more preferable angle (this caused later complications with her neck). He quickly placed her on my belly and she let out a big cry. She had a full head of hair and was SOOO plump and healthy looking! She looked like a little chipmunk! We all cried and stared at her for hours. Her temperature was up so they had her lay on my chest for her an hour before they did anything else to regulate her body temp.
Willa was 7lbs 7oz, 20 inches and born at 6:41 am on May 26!
She is now a thriving 3 month old who is the light of our lives!