- 5 years ago
Hi Bees! I’ve been off the map for a while due to extreme sleep deprivation and caring for an infant. But I finally got my birth story put together and wanted to share. My baby arrived on Tuesday, November 13, 2012 at 3:17am! [content moderated for privacy] He weighed 7 lbs, 7 oz and was 20 inches.
My birth story on the other hand was less than perfect, but I also can’t complain since I delivered a healthy boy and in reality did not have any serious complications….it just didn’t go according to “plan”. I never wrote an actual birth plan because I wanted to go with the flow and be open to “whatever happens”. However, the one thing I really did NOT want was a c-section, and ultimately that’s what happened.
Here is the long version:
I was scheduled to be induced on Monday, November 12th since then I was to be 6 days past my due date and I’ve had high blood pressure my whole pregnancy and was on medication. However, Sunday the 11th at 1am, I thought my water broke, but was not sure. There was no big gush or even constant trickle, so I went back to sleep and decided to get checked out later in the day. Sunday afternoon, I started getting a pink discharge, which I knew was the beginning of the “bloody show”. I called the hospital and they said to come in for an assessment, but if my water was not broken, I would be sent home. So we headed to the hospital Sunday evening at 6:30pm. After a lot of waiting, it was finally determined my water was in fact broken. So I had to stay to be induced that night rather than waiting to the next morning. I was less than thrilled about this, but knew I had no other choice (I really wanted that last night of sleep in my bed!). By 11pm, I was hooked up to the pitocin and that’s when I say my labor officially began as I started to actually feel my contractions (I was apparently having mild contractions when I was assessed but could not feel them). The contractions were pretty bearable, but annoying, like mild menstrual cramps. Then they slowly got worse and I had to go through the whole night feeling them every 4-6 minutes. My pitocin was also regularly being increased. Nurses told me it was too soon for the epidural and at this point I thought I might still try to go without it.
By the time Monday morning came, I was over the whole notion of a natural birth and wanted the epidural. The contractions were much more painful and I hadn’t slept the whole night. However, I was still only 2 cm dilated and it was suggested I wait for the epidural until I was 3-4cm. So I toughed it out the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon. Contractions got worse again and I wanted the epidural more than anything!! Actually, they were probably not as bad as they could have been, but I was tired of them after 15 hours at this point occurring every 2 – 6 minutes. Finally, by 2:30pm on Monday, I had reached 4cm and was told it was a good time to get the epidural. This was such a hopeful moment: The nurse told us I would likely dilate one cm per hour from here on in AND I could get the epidural, how exciting – I might be pushing by 10pm! I ended up having a nice 5 hour nap and then another 3 hour nap I think. The epidural was pure magic – I felt NOTHING once I had it! However, from here on in, things did not progress as I hoped. To sum it up, it got to be 2am (now onto November 13th) and I had only progressed to 6.5cm. In fact, by 2am, I had not made any progression in the past four hours and developed a mild fever. So the inevitable came and my doctor suggested we do a c-section. In addition to the lack of further dilation and my fever, my blood pressure was starting to increase again (despite taking my BP meds and being on the epidural) and it had been over 48 hours since my water broke, so my doctor was concerned about infection. I started to cry at the suggestion of a c-section because for the past 9 months, the absolute last thing I wanted was a c-section. Not to mention that I felt like getting a c-section at this time meant the past 27 hours had been for nothing. But logically I knew it was the best option at this point, so I agreed. Everything went really fast from there and my baby was born at 3:17am! I was really groggy due to the extra pain meds they administered for the c-section and I didn’t get to hold him right away (another big reason I didn’t want a c-section). But I was happy to see my baby in my husband’s arms. I distinctly remember lying on the operating table and asking immediately after he was born how much he weighed and what his apgar scores were. Then they stitched me up, which was far more painful than I imagined, despite all the medication I was on. My husband said he has PTSD from watching me go through everything, lol. I was then in the hospital for another 2.5 days and was so happy to go home.
Now Louis is 2 weeks adn 2 days old and I think I am recovering really well from the surgery. I’m still adapting to being a mom and surviving on 2 hours of sleep at a time if I am lucky! I am happy that I picked up breastfeeding pretty quickly. And Louis has been rapidly gaining weight and overall is doing really well. I am also extremely thankful that my husband has been so wonderful and my mother is here and has also been a huge help.
And now for the fun part – pictures!