- 3 years ago
- Wedding: June 2011
On Monday November 4th I had gone to work all day, and my coworkers noticed how swollen everything was – and how HUGE I was. I was quite tiny pre-pregnancy, so the fact i had gained 40lbs and was all belly, it was obvious that things were getting close. I moved my last day of work from Nov 15 to Nov 8th as I wanted a couple days at home to relax. We were due Nov 20th.
Monday night my husband came home with a surprise of a foot spa! I was sitting in my recliner loving life, as he filled it with warm water and Epson salts for my huge huge huge feet lol. He made dinner, we watched TV and I went to bed as usual. Around 11:30pm Monday night I woke up feeling like I was very wet. Sure enough, I stood up and realized my water had broken. I went downstairs to keep checking before waking my husband. After I had gone through about 2 pairs of pants, I decided to tell him and call our midwife. She encouraged us to get some sleep and that she would come by in the morning if things hadn’t progressed really fast over night, which she suspected they wouldn’t.
Around 6:30am I got up (after minimal sleep) and showered, did my hair and make up and started feeling some minor contractions. They were like period cramps, over 5 mins apart and only about 15-25seconds long. My midwife arrived around 8am to check up on us and everything was fine. She didn’t do a cervical check as we were not too far along and agreed to come back around noon or meet us at the hospital if we reached a point of no longer being comfortable labouring at home. I had wanted to do a natural birth (at the hospital) so I was doing my best to just breathe through everything and take one thing at a time.
Around 10am, my contractions picked up and were coming in waves. I was having 3 at a time, back to back to back, with less than 30 seconds between the next set of three. I laboured over a birth ball on my living room floor. My husband quickly realized that things were speeding up and got our stuff together in the car. Between contractions he got my shoes and coat on and whisked me to the car – at this point I was almost totally non-verbal and in a ton of pain. Contractions were hard and intense and not giving me any sort of a break. I honestly don’t remember much of the car ride, but do remember having to hold onto my husband in the Emergency parking lot to get through another set of contractions, doing the same in the entranceway and groaning as they brought me down to maternity in a wheelchair.
They got me set up in a bed and at this point my desire for a natural birth went out the window. The pain was the most intense pain I’ve ever experienced, something I can’t describe. I was pleading for the epidural. My midwife ordered it but i had to have my bloodwork done first. They got that all done when they came back to say my potassium levels were very low. In order for them to give me the epidural, they needed to fix this. I was hooked up to a potassium drip and given two shots of liquid potassium to get my levels back up. Round #2 of bloodwork was ordered shortly after to see if things had leveled off. I was screaming in pain at this point, i couldn’t handle it. My husband watched my contractions on the monitor and would tell me when the peak was over. Poor guy – pretty sure he’s got a few broken bones in his hand still lol. The contractions continued in waves and my midwife confirmed I was going through pretty intense back labour. I should add when I first arrived I was 3cm. Once the second round of blood work was done, TWO hours had passed and I was pleading, begging, swearing… give me the epidural!!! The bloodwork came back and I was cleared to get the epi. Another 15 mins or so passed before I finally got it. My husband was not only allowed to stay through it, but he was the one holding me up through it.
Let me tell you, the epidural was a walk in the park. I didn’t feel a single thing – not the freezing, the injection, NOTHING. The worst part was sitting through major contractions and not being allowed to move. Worst ever.
About 15 mins later the epidural started to take affect and I felt amazing. I was able to smile again and actually talk, and see my mom and MIL who had been waiting to see us. I apparently told my huband I wanted to get everybody and epidural for Christmas LOL. In those 2 hours waiting for the epidural i had progressed from 3cm to 8cm. Crazy. The dr came in and said I’d be delivering a baby in the next 2 hours, woo hoo! This was around 2pm, from what I remember.
Prior to the epidural, during all the begging and waiting for the epi, my midwife had brought in laughing gas for me to try. The first tank was totally empty, which was just frustrating. I was trying to breathe through the mask and clearly nothing was working. Once my husband checked the tank and realized this, we got a replacement in. I found the gas didn’t help me at all, so i stopped using it during contractions and just decided to wait it out for the epi. Once the epi was given, my midwife removed the tank of gas. As she left my room, we heard a loud noise of gas spewing out everywhere… our nitrous tank exploded in my room. Yep. Exploded. The nurses went into an immediate panic and got it under control, but not until the entire tank had been released in my doorway. Awesome. My husband immediately felt funny, as did the nurses and my midwife was asked to LEAVE. Great. My nurse came in a few minutes later and told my husband to get any necessary items and the entire maternity floor was under Code Brown –Chemical spill/leak. We were all evacuated! I was moved to the ICU, while other patients and babies were moved to Pediatrics. It was insane. We spent a couple hours in ICU before the ward was cleared for all of us to come back.
In this time, my epi stopped working on my right side. I could feel the contractions although they weren’t nearly as intense or painful as before. My nurses rolled me on my right side to see if that helped move some of the epi down to my right side, and it did work. I slept on and off and just relaxed with my husband. I had the catheter put in sometime as well and that doesn’t hurt one bit, couldn’t feel that either. I was hooked up to more bags of fluids than I knew what to do with – right and left arms had multiple ports/locks/IV’s. A bag of fluid on each side, potassium (for anyone who has to get a potassium drip, be forewardned, it burns like a SOB!!), the epimorph, epidural and antibiotics as my water had broken the day before.
Once we returned to our ward it was about 5pm I think. We were checked again and still at 8cm and 90% effaced. The dr asked me to push and didn’t feel much progress. We changed my position and he said he’d check again in an hour. That hour went by, still no progessed. Our epidural has basically stalled out our labour. My nurse was sure she could get me situated in a few different positions to get baby to move down and get us to 10cm so we tried that. Another hour passed and no progress. My dr told me that he felt a c-section was best but that since baby was tolerating labour so well, we had time to think about it. We asked to wait one more hour as our nurse was again confident she could get baby to where it needed to be to push.
Our final hour passed and I was still at 8. It was aprox 10pm and I had laboured all day, had been almost 24 hours since my water had broke. My husband knew even if I got to 10cm, i wouldn’t have the energy to push. The doctor told me the baby’s head was not coming down straight,and was kind of bent which was not going to help. We did some more practice pushes to see if we could get him/her straightened out but no luck. He gave us a few minutes and my husband and I decided to go ahead with the C Section. I honestly wasn’t upset, I just wanted it all to be done. My family had been at the hospital since noon and were fantastic supporters. I wanted to end the journey and didn’t ever have my heart set on my labour being a “certain way”. Thank goodness because it all went so sideways LOL.
At 10:30pm they moved me to the OR. I told the anesthesiologist that I could still feel my right side. He cranked up my epi and tested it with a giant block of ice – could still feel the cold. A second dose of the epi was given and still no luck. He then told me he had 2 more doses he was allowed to administer, if they didn’t work they would have to put me out to do the surgery – that part i wasn’t okay with. I would be out for 1.5-2 hours and not get to hear my baby’s first cry. Attempt #3 with the epi helped a little, but i could still feel the ice. With our last shot, the epi worked! I couldn’t feel anything and they went ahead and started the section. My husband came and sat by my head, and I asked him to just keep talking to me. I have no idea what he was saying, but I needed him there. I didn’t feel any pain or discomfort during the surgery at all, including when they took baby out. I was shaking a lot, and could hear lots of noise but focused on breathing and knowing that it would soon be over.
At 11:13pm, baby BOY (!!) Brett Thomas was welcomed into the world! He cried about 30 seconds after he was taken out, and my husband and I had a good cry. My husband was able to go see him on the warmer and tell me all about him. He was 6lb15oz and 48cm long. His apgar scores were 7 then 9 and he was a happy little dude. We found out later the cord was wrapped around his neck TWICE, and that if we tried to deliver naturally, we would have had an emergency c-section anyways.
After he was cleaned up, they placed him on my chest while they stitched me up and my husband and I were able to just stare at him. He has my husbands chin, mouth and hair, and my blue eyes (for now). 😉
I was then moved into the OR recovery and since it was so late (and our hospital is very small) we were the only ones in there. My midwife (who was in the surgery with us!) asked if my husband could join me with baby and they did allow it, although it isn’t what they normally do. The 3 of us spent time together when I told him it was okay to go back downstairs to our families and give them the good news and have them meet Brett. We were team green, so everyone was super anxious and wanting the news! My husband took Brett down to make the introductions and I stayed in recovery for another 45 minutes or so. I was taken back down to my room around 1:30/2am where everything after that was a total blur. I was high as a kite, numb from my boobs down and exhausted.
We are now two weeks PP, Brett’s due date was yesterday! He was born 15 days early, and already up to 7lb7oz at his 2 week check up. He is doing very well. We are breastfeeding, pumping and supplementing with formula when needed. It’s all working out for us! Breastfeeding is hard, pumping sucks and formula gives him a bit of tummy discomfort, so it’s all a bit of a challenge. He is happy and healthy though, and we are all adjusting to our new life and little man.
I plan on writing up another post about our first few days with Brett and my case of the baby blues. It was not at all I expected with having a newborn and feel that it’s well worth sharing my story so that anyone down the line feeling the way i did, knows they are most certainly not alone. It was one of the hardest, most emotional weeks of my life, and I was a total mess.
Anyways, this is baby Brett! 9 days new!
We are 16 days PP and I am already down 30lbs. I gained 40 in pregnancy and only have a tiny little “gut” left over. Recovery from the section was tough as I came down with a nasty cough at the hospital which was horrible with the stitches. My surgeon did an amazing job on my incision, already it is barely noticeable! I have no regrets on how the labour went, but do wish I was able to get the section earlier. I believe my next I’ll be opting for a c-section again, the pain of labour is something I honestly never really want to go through again!!
Brett is happy and healthy – thank you for all the bees who supported me during TTC, through this pregnancy and who sent lovely messages of well wishes!