- 6 years ago
- Wedding: September 2010
My labour and hospital post partum experience were less than ideal. Ultimately my daughter, Amaleigh, got here safely and that is all that matters. But here is how it went down.
On March 26 we got to the hospital at 8am to begin our induction. I was being induced at 38+3 due to insulin dependant gestational diabetes. At my OB appointment the week previous I was 2 cm dilated and soft, at the hospital there was no change. They began with inserting the gel and almost immediately Amaleigh’s heart rate sky rocketed to the 170s. They put me on IV fluids, oxygen and on my left side. They thought that a c section would be imminent so they inserted the catheter etc. Her heart rate ended up stabilizing, so they figured I must have been dehydrated. After a little more monitoring they sent my Darling Husband and I on our way to walk around and help the gel to work.
At 5pm I got checked to see how much progress was made and I was another cm dilated so they were ready to introduce pitocin. Within in 20 minutes my room was filled with nurses, doctors and the OB, the pitocin had made her heart sky rocket (higher than the gel) and with each contraction it wasn’t good. They stopped the pitocin immediately and my OB pumped me full of fluids again and had said it was going to be a c section and that she hoped to stabilize the heart rate to give enough time for the room to be prepped, failing which, I’d be rushed off to the surgical ward and have the c section done there. They were able to calm the heart rate down and I was wheeled back to the c section OR in the labour ward. The anesthiologist (sp?) administered the spinal, which failed, I think because it punctured the dura. They then convered to an epidural with more powerful meds.
Now, I’m a paranoid person by nature and so when they had me laying down I decided to pinch my abdomen and low and behold I could feel it, the conversation went like this:
Me: “Um, is it a problem that I can feel myself pinching myself?”
Doc: “Oh, you’ll be able to tell something is touching you, you just won’t feel sensation, like you can tell I’m wiping something on your belly but you can’t tell if it is hot or cold”
Me: “I can tell it is cold”
Doc: “Oh … can you feel this?
*anesthiologist adjusts meds*
Doc: “How about now”
Anesthiologist: “We have to put her under”
So they did. I’m so happy that my paranoia worked out for once, I would have hated to discover I wasn’t frozen once they started to cut.
My daughter was born at 6lbs9oz at 8:57pm on March 26. Unfortunately because I was put under and intubated, my husband was not allowed to be present, so neither of us were able to see our daughter being born 🙁 It is what it is, and it was necessary to get her safely. But still a little bummed out about it.
Our post partum care was good for the most part, except for the second night, the nurse was an absolute bitch, but I won’t get into that. My care was eventually transferred to someone else and things went much more smoothly.
We were discharged at 1030pm on the 28th (we could have stayed unil the next morning, but I knew my husband and I would get much better rest with the comfort of our own home).
It’s been a week and Amaleigh is a very docile and non-fussy baby. She is really only awake when we feed (sometimes it’s challenging to get her up for that) and when she’s being changed, aside from that she is asleep. We did experience the second night syndrome and that was challenging, but I made it through. Last night I experienced cluster feeding. We are having issues with the latch for breastfeeding so I am supplementing with pumped breast milk, which made the cluster feeding last night a little more tolerable. Also realized that she just wanted to be close, so I took her out of the bassinet and put her on the bed beside me (I’m staying in the spare bedroom as my husband is not as adept as I am in tuning out her coos and movements when sleeping).
Here are some photos from our newborn session yesterday: