- 3 years ago
- Wedding: May 2012
I’m in the middle of writing Benji’s birth story but it’s already 3 pages long and we’re not even at the hospital yet. So I figured I would give you the short version:
I’ll start off by saying that Jason (DH) was completely freaked out after our last Bradley class. He was not confident in his abilities to get me through a natural child birth by himself in a hospital setting. To calm his nerves, we looked into hiring a doula at 38 weeks pregnant. Our class instructor suggested a doula. We met with her right away and we felt comfortable with her, so we hired her on the spot! She proved to be an invaluable resource.
On Thursday, June 27th, my OB performed a membrane sweep on me. I was just shy of 40 weeks pregnant. I didn’t think that the sweep would send me into labor. My OB said that the sweep would cause me to have cramps and some discharge. I had cramping throughout the night. It was fairly painful and I wondered if I was going to be able to make it to work the next day. But I felt fine when the alarm clock went off, so I headed into work. After all, this was my last day of work before I started my maternity leave and I had a lot of loose ends to tie up.
On Friday, June 28th, at around 2:30pm, I started to get cramps again. I noticed that the cramps were coming in waves so I decided to time them. They were about 5 minutes apart and lasting for 30-40 seconds. I didn’t really think they were contractions, though. They felt more like poop cramps to me.
Fast forward to 7:00pm. I was definitely in labor and my doula, Kelly, arrived at my door. We labored at the house for about 3 hours when a huge rush of blood came pouring out of me. It was like a very heavy period. I got scared. The hospital was an hour away. Kelly yelled down to Jason, “We need to leave for the hospital NOW!!” Off we went, and to my surprise, the car ride was the best experience. My contractions seemed to slow down. I swear, I only had about 5 contractions that whole ride. Jason was driving about 85mph on interstate 83 and since it was 10pm, there was no one on the road – a very good thing. We got to the hospital in 45 minutes.
We arrived at the hospital at 10:45pm. This is where things start to get interesting. Jason pulled up to the emergency entrance which also doubles as the valet parking entrance. Upon arrival we were told that valet parking was closet for the night. Then the security guards were giving Jason grief about parking there. Jason said, “My wife is in labor! I need to see her up to the L&D department then I will come back and park the car!” At this point I barrel out of the back seat. Blood is dripping down my legs and is covering the back of my robe. I run over to the nearest bench to have a contraction. As I’m kneeling over the bench doing my ‘hee, hee, hooooos’, the security guard tries to pull me up to get into a wheelchair. I say, “Just let me get through this!!!!” (Don’t mess with a girl in active labor!) I got through that contraction and hopped in the wheel chair. Everyone in the emergency room was staring at me.
We arrive at the L&D department and a very calm receptionist began to ask me questions and have me sign forms. Here comes a contraction. I hop out of the wheelchair and get down on my knees to breathe through the contraction. As soon as the contraction was over she picked up the phone and said, “We need to get this girl to a labor room now!” So they weighed me really quick and got me into a room. Soon to follow were about 6 different nurses and a doctor. They were all buzzing about the room… they were just going about the regular routine. I had to remind them that I had a birth plan. I don’t want the IV… I want to be monitored intermittently, etc.
Jason went down to park the car. Doula Kelly was at my side. The doctor (who I have never met before) checked me. “She’s 10 cm and 100% effaced. Her bag is bulging.”
Say whaaaaaa…? 10 cm?
So Kelly calls Jason on his cell. Get back up here! She’s delivering the baby now! Jason rushes up with his hands filled with the thousands of things I thought I needed to bring to the hospital. He gets back up to L&D and there are 3 nurses standing in the hall waiting for him. They said, “Give us your stuff! She’s delivering the baby! Run!”
By the time Jason got to the room, I had already been seen by a different doctor. This doctor checked me and said that I was 8cm dilated. My bag of waters was still intact. This is so ironic to me because my biggest fear throughout my pregnancy was that my water would break early and I would never go into natural labor and I would end up needing a C-section. Seriously that was my biggest fear, and the exact opposite happened.
So this was the most painful part of the delivery… being 8cm dilated with an in-tact bag of water. The pressure was excruciating and I was turned backwards in the bed, ripping the mattress off of the bed. I was trying so hard to keep on top of my breathing. Enough was enough. I want the epidural!!! Kelly said, “You’re doing great! You’re almost there! Let them break your bag and then you can push!” Push?! There is no way I can push this out! It felt like the baby was going to come out my butt. It didn’t feel right. Something was wrong. I was on my hands and knees when the doctor stuck her fingers inside me to break the bag of waters. That was SO painful. I screamed, GET IT OUT!! All of a sudden, it was like a water balloon burst inside of me and all of this pressure was released. It was such a bizarre feeling.
Kelly said, “OK, you’re going to push with the next contraction.” I was going to what?! Are you sure? Am I dilated enough? How do you know for sure? I haven’t been checked since I was 8 cm.
So here comes the next contraction and everyone was screaming, “PUSH! PUSH!” So I started to push. And I was surprised… it was easy. I mean, easier than breathing through the contraction. Here comes another one… oh, but the baby’s heart rate is decelerating! They told me to lift up. So I went from a deep squat to a tall squat. The baby’s heart rate went up. They put an oxygen mask on me. They told me to push again… lift up again… push again… over and over. I let out one big scream (which I apologized for immediately) and the baby’s head was out. A couple more pushes and he was totally out.
Jason cut the cord immediately and he was taken to the warmer. He wasn’t brought to my chest right away because my front was facing the back of the bed. I had to wait for them to cut the cord so that I could turn over onto my back. This was fine by me. As long as the pain was over. I didn’t feel like I missed out on anything by not having him come directly up to my chest.
After the birth, I started convulsing. Kelly said this is normal. It was kinda cool actually… I guess my body was just responding to the shock it had just been through. The shaking was over within a few minutes.
Benjamin Christopher was born at 1:04a.m. on Saturday, June 29th. The amount of time in which I felt like I was in actual labor was about 6 hours. I felt like I had the best possible experience – considering I was birthing in a hospital that was 1 hour away from my house. Thank God for my quick labor and Kelly my doula, or things may not have fared so well for me.