- 3 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
Hi bees – my beautiful baby boy is 2 weeks old today! We are so in love with him, our relationship is stronger, and we are absolutely in heaven.
Just a few weeks ago, we were thinking we had a few more weeks to go. I was finishing my last week of work and thought I had a few weeks coming up to get finished being organized…..our little man had other plans.
Early in the morning on Thursday September 5th – when I was 36 weeks and 4 days – at about 3 am I got up to go to the washroom as usual, but this time there was a mucousy globby feeling that came out and I noticed a clear pink tinge on the toilet paper. I also noticed some very mild cramps. I went back to bed and my Husband asked me if I was ok (like he always did when I came back from the bathroom), usually I just say yup and we go back to sleep…this time I said, “Ummm, I’m not sure…..I had some blood.” He sat straight up and went into full action “What do we do?! What does that mean?!” (lol) – so I got out my book and said it sounded like it was probably my mucous plug and that could just mean we were close, which at 36 weeks we were…and I said I didn’t think we needed to do anything, and let’s go back to sleep. So we did. And about 20 minutes later I sat straight up in bed because I felt a huge gush. I said “Uhhhhh I think my water just broke.” So we turned on the lights to find a huge pink puddle under me. And so it began.
I kept gushing water, I soaked through I don’t know how many pads with just clear fluid. And I was having mild cramps, which now I know were my first early contractions. I called the hospital and told them my water broke and they told us to stay home until the pain got worse. They told me to have a shower and try to relax. And I said to them “So…I’m in labour? This is the start of labour?” And the nurse said, “Oh yeah, you’ll probably have this baby in the next few days.” — WHOA. Talk about a surprise. So I had a shower and my Husband tried to go back to sleep and I just puttered around thinking about what we had to do. We called our prenatal coach and left her a message and I called my dr’s office to let them know too (I was supposed to have my 36 week check up appt that afternoon.) After a few hours at home, with cramps coming about every 10 to 20 minutes, we got calls back from the dr’s office and our prenatal coach, both who told us to go to the hospital to get checked out. Then it was real – holy crap. Ok, wow, we’re going to the hospital. We might not come back without a baby! I hurried to pack our hospital bag and my Husband hurried to install the car seat. I had literally just bought nursing bras the night before – they were still in the bag. We headed out to the hospital about 8 am.
At the hospital they hooked me up to the fetal monitor and the baby’s heartbeat was good, and they had to give me an antibiotic drip bc I had not yet had my 36 week strep test (I was scheduled to have it that afternoon at my regular appt.) I was 2 cm dialated when we went in. They told us we could go for a walk or get something to eat but not go too far and come back when things got closer and stronger. So we went across the street to a breakfast place and sat on the patio, and had brunch while I was having contractions the whole time! lol. Then we went for a walk around the hospital and my contractions were getting very strong and about every 2-5 minutes. It hurt. I couldn’t find a way to get comfortable, all I wanted to do was bend over and grip tightly to the wall, or my Husband. I crouched down a lot or leaned forward on all fours. And I was still gushing amniotic fluid. I told my husband I was ready to think about pain relief. After about 4 hours of intense contractions we went back to get checked out. The dr checked me and said “We’re on the way, you’re about 2 and a half, 3 cm dialated.” WHAAAAAT??? Oh god. That’s it??? I thought for sure I was going to be at 5 or 6 at least. I said I was ready for an epidural.
I got the epidural, my Husband was allowed to stay in the room and hold my hands. It stung, but very quickly I had sweet relief. But then, everything slowwwwwed down. I was still having contractions but couldn’t feel them. I was comfortable thank god, but confined to bed so we basically just hung out in the room, trying to sleep and playing scrabble on Hubby’s phone. They put a cathedar in me and from about 4 pm Thursday to midnight I was just laying there getting checked and turned and emptied from every nurse on shift. It’s true what everyone says, you lose all dignity and you don’t care. It’s true. I was spread wide open for the entire hospital staff and I didn’t care. Even my husband who had been a little sqeamish about that just went along with it too. You don’t really have a choice, you just go with it. Oh hi evening shift nurse, what’s your name? Ok you’re going to fist me now? Sure is that wide enough? Ok you’re going to empty my bladder? What’s your name again? I mean really…you don’t care.
The tough part was that I kept throwing up. I was really nauseous form the epidural and being stuck in one position, every time the nurses turned me to keep the blood flowing it felt like an anti gravity ride and made me sick. I lost track of how many times I threw up. At midnight I was finally at 9 and a half cm’s and they wanted me to try and push. I still wasn’t feeling contractions or that urge to push but I tried anyway. Pushing was really hard. I was making myself dizzy and threw up after ever push. It was awful. They said the baby was sunny side up and turned a funny way, so they had me push in all kinds of different positions, on my side, on the other side, on my back, on my knees, bent forward, you name it, which all was challenging since my legs were still frozen. I pushed for about 4 hours off and on and wasn’t getting any closer.
So at about 7 am my Dr said that she thought it was best to do a c section. Right away I was relieved. I couldn’t push any more. My Husband didn’t like the idea of a c section. I reassured him and told him it would be ok. So next thing you know they are upping me full of epidural again and my husband is put in scrubs and I’m wheeled off to the operating room.
As soon as we got to the operating room and they hoisted me onto the table (which felt so tiny) I FREAKED OUT. Worst panic attack of my life. I couldn’t breathe, I was hyperventilating, I felt like I was going to fall off the table, I thought I was going to throw up again and was gagging, I was begging to sit up, it freaked me out that I felt dead up to my chest. It was AWFUL. My poor Husband all he could do was try to calm me down. I didn’t even realize that they had already started on the other side of the tarp that they pull up in front of your face.
Then the Dr asked my Husband to look over the sheet and she had our little boy’s head poking up out of me. Then she pulled him out like a rag doll. He said it was shocking, he didn’t even remember to take pictures. I was still freaking out. And then I heard our baby cry, and I started to cry – sort of because I heard him and sort of because I was relieved that it was almost over. My Husband held him up for me to see and I was amazed at how perfect he looked.
Then they took my Husband out of the room so they could finish stitching me up. That was awful for him, he had his new baby in his arms and his wife still on the table.
But it all went fine. And finally I was brought to see them both. I was shaking and my teeth chattering from the epidural so badly that I didn’t even want to hold the baby, I thought I was going to drop him. But they put him on my chest and it all calmed down and there I held our little boy.
We were in the hospital for 4 days, checking on me from the c section and checking on the baby since he was technically a premie, even if by only a few days. (37 weeks is considered full term.)
And just like that, he was here. We are so in love with our little guy!
Born early Friday morning, September 6th, after almost 30 hours of labour.
6 lbs, 14 oz. at 36 weeks 5 days.