- 6 years ago
- Wedding: June 2013
Ok this is going to be wicked long but I wanted to write it out very detailed so I can keep it for myself. Some of the details I’ve had to ask from other people because they are a little foggy but here it is!
WARNING- it’s not sugar coated in terms of how hard and painful it was, I don’t want to scare anyone so if you think it might make you nervous about labour then please don’t read it, it has a great ending though 😉
On Wednesday June 19th my Darling Husband and I decided to go to the local zoo and walk around all day long to hopefully induce labour. We got there around lunch time, and walked for 4 hours straight covering a TON of ground (the walking paths of the zoo stretch for 10km.. which is a little over 6 miles) and we did almost the entire thing. I started having cramping and was having more bloody show almost immediately after getting there but decided to just keep going since I love the zoo and was really enjoying the day with my Darling Husband. I would sometimes need to stop at an exhibit and lean on the barrier for a few minutes before moving on but since I’d had false labour for almost a week I didn’t think too much of it. We sat down for lunch an hour or so after getting there and I was experiencing some pretty serious pains but after sitting for a bit I felt better and again decided to keep going. Finally at 4:30pm we decided to head home and the second I sat in the car, I was hit with a strong contraction. About 10 minutes later, another and 10 minutes after that, another.. these felt different than the pains I had been having previously. This continued the whole drive so when I got home I decided to take a shower and see if they would get stronger (plus I felt gross because it was a hot day). They continued steady from 4:30pm until around 3:30am when Darling Husband thought we should go get checked out. I had lots of light pink fluid leaking for a while and once quite significantly when I stood up from peeing, so he was worried it might be my water and that it was at risk of infection since it had been leaking for a while. We got to the hospital and they had me on the monitors in triage for an hour. At my 41 week appointment on the 18th I was 2cm, 50% effaced. At the hospital, I was having consistent contractions at 7 mins apart, and was still 2cm but was now 70% effaced. They said if I wanted to go naturally my best option was to go home for a while which was fine with me.
We went back home and got there around 6am. We went back to bed and I was able to get about 3-4 hours of broken sleep waking up for the contractions but falling back asleep in between. Around 11am or so a HUGE contraction woke me up, I got on my hands and knees and there was no relief (this position had been helping up until now), I got out of bed and leaned over the bed and this didn’t help either. I finally woke Darling Husband up in desperation to help me since the contraction wouldn’t let up (up until this point my contractions were lasting a fairly long time at 90 seconds instead of the usual 60 or so) but this one kept going and going and going. Darling Husband came over and tried pressure on my back/hips like we learned in our birthing class and it did nothing to help. After about 3 minutes it finally passed but as soon as I got up, it grabbed hold of me again. This continued for 30 minutes of almost constant contraction. I was leaned over our dresser, crying because of the pain and Darling Husband didn’t know what to do. He was scared that I was in transition or something since they were one of top of each other and he called my SIL who is a nurse who said we needed to go to the hospital NOW. I fought Darling Husband a bit on that because I couldn’t imagine getting in a car in that state but eventually agreed it was probably the best idea.
We got in the car around 5-530pm and the contractions started to get lighter, by the time we got to the hospital 15 minutes away I was barely feeling them. Fearing that we would get turned away again, we decided to walk around the park attached to the hospital instead of going in just yet. After about an hour of walking and no real contractions we decided to go to my parents house which is less than 10 minutes from the hospital and labour there for a while knowing we are just a short drive away.
I was able to visit with them for a while between contractions, but by about 10pm, I was in incredible pain again and told Darling Husband we needed to go in because I needed to get checked, So off we went .. AGAIN (3rd time). When we got there, they recognized that we were back and checked me in to triage where they examined me and found I was still 2cm dilated but now 100% effaced. The resident doctor was soo sweet and assured me that effacing was a great sign and that my lack of dilation wasn’t a big deal. She explained that if you efface faster than you dilate, when you hit 100% the dilation happens fast but if you dilate first and then have to wait to efface it can take a lot longer. She told me she wouldn’t send me home (thank god) and that I could have pain meds if I wanted (morphine) or I could go walk around and do whatever I wanted to labour but they don’t admit you to the birthing ward room until you’re 3cm. We decided to go walk around and try and do it naturally, I really didn’t want medication so we were told to come back every hour to have the baby’s heart rate monitored for a minute or two. We walked the halls for 2 hours before I needed something else to deal with the pain so we requested to use the birthing tub. Let me tell you, it was AMAZING!!! Definitely take advantage if you can. I laboured in the tub for nearly 3 hours while my poor, sleep deprived Darling Husband sat at my side trying to stay awake and offering me water after every contraction so I wouldn’t get dehydrated. The nurse came in and said it was time to get out and get checked, and she was right because the water was no longer helping me cope with my contractions. I really was losing the battle, as hard as I fought for my natural birth, every hour of labour was draining me more and more. When I got checked and was told I was only 3cm, I broke. We were getting admitted to the ward which was great, and I was also able to request an epidural at that time. About 40 minutes later or so we were in our room and I had my epidural. What a change that was. I was starting to worry that if I didn’t get the epidural and rest, I wouldn’t have the energy to push my baby out later and would end up with a c-section. Luckily I felt so much better and was able to sleep for roughly 4 hours. The doctor said my contractions were coming and going and not establishing a firm pattern which didn’t surprise me, my whole labour and pre-labour had been this way so they started me on Oxytocin with the intent of slowly bumping it up until my contractions got to where they wanted them and then they would stop it. Throughout the day the bumped it up until I was at max dose, and it was working but they could on longer increase it so if my contractions didn’t stick around, I would need a c-section. Luckily it worked and after 13 hours with my epi I went from 3cm to 10cm. At this point they told me would would let the baby labour down for 2 hours before pushing to let my body do some of the work. At 7pm they got set up for me to push, and after an hour of hard work, they informed me at 8pm that I would need a c-section to get my baby out. The nurses said his heart rate the entire time was picture perfect and what they had seen in their textbooks in school but that he was wasn’t moving at all, and the part of his head they could see was really starting to swell.
I wasn’t overly upset because I had told myself going in that there is no point in fearing a c-section. If I need it for the baby’s health, then that’s what needs to happen. It wasn’t until I looked at my mom, who had been in the room during my labour with my Darling Husband and I, that I got upset and started crying because she was crying. I was just so tired and emotions were running high, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. My Darling Husband went to change in to his scrubs and went to the waiting room to tell his parents we were moving on to a c-section. My Darling Husband was my rock through my entire intense, painful and ungodly LONG labour, he held it together through everything and kept me strong but he later revealed that when he told his parents and they asked him if he was ok, he broke down crying. He came back to my room and stayed strong for me as they wheeled me out. They brought me in to the OR to get me set up, and by this point I was feeling all my contractions again since they had turned down my epidural for pushing so I was feeling awful. The doctor informed me that to help with the surgery, he would need to push the baby back up the birth canal again. This part was extremely painful and I’m not sure why he didn’t wait until my epidural was topped up, but it is what it is. Finally they started the surgery and brought my Darling Husband in. I told him he had to keep talking to me because I was so tired and having all my pain gone, I was having trouble staying awake an didn’t want to miss anything. A few minutes later they announced the baby was about to be born, and at 9:23pm we heard the most beautiful and strong cry of our baby. The doctor and nurses were all laughing and saying “oh my god, only the head is out and the baby is screaming already.. I’ve never seen that” which I think is funny. They got the rest of him out and announced it was a boy! I knew it! From the moment he cried I was bawling my eyes out, I couldn’t stop myself. They brought him over near my face for me to get a look and then took him away to get checked. I sent Darling Husband to be with him and take his picture, and he came back every few minutes to update me on his size and stats so I of course kept getting mad at him and telling him to get back to the baby because I was fine. They let Darling Husband hold baby near my head while they worked on my surgery so we got to chat about what he looked like and how we couldn’t believe he was actually here. Then they asked Darling Husband to move to recovery while I got closed up.
Once in recovery I was able to do skin to skin immediately, thanks to my amazing nurse. She also tried to help me breast feed but the baby wasn’t interested yet. Normally the hospital policy is only 2 people in recovery at a time. My Darling Husband asked me if he could go announce to everyone that it was a boy, and I got sad that I wouldn’t be able to see their reaction so I asked if we could tell each set of people individually. That’s when my amazing nurse again, said screw the rules.. go get everyone so we can announce it all at once. So in came my parents, my DH’s parents, my sister and her boyfriend and my Brother-In-Law. We finally got to tell them it was a boy! They got to visit with us and take a few pictures before they needed to leave again. I was so greatful to our nurse who did everything she could to preserve the way we wanted our families to meet our baby even if it was against policy. The rest of the night was a blur, I was in recovery until about midnight and then I was moved to my room. When we got there, they gave him his first bath and helped me breast feed. We went to sleep at some point and they woke me up at regular intervals to feed him and to check mine and baby’s vitals.
My recovery over the next few days was a little slow. I wasn’t in much pain but my hemoglobin was very low and they were considering a blood transfusion. They decided to start me on iron supplements with hopes that would help enough to avoid the transfusion (and it did). Our son is amazing, he is such a laid back baby and has made my recovery and transition in to motherhood so easy. He latches and feeds without issues and sleeps in between feedings, only crying if it takes me a bit too long to get organized and feed him. After 3 days in hospital and countless blood tests to check my hemoglobin, I was finally released and when came home to be a family. The past 6 days have been hard at times, and they don’t warn you how painful breast feeding can be in the beginning. To anyone reading this, it hurts(!), your nipples will be sore, and when your milk comes in, if you get as engorged as I did, you will be in a ton of pain but hang in there, the hardest days are the first few and then it gets so much better.
So that’s the long (and painful) story of the birth of my son Owen Martin, who weighed 8lbs 5oz and was 22 inches long. He is a spitting image of my Darling Husband so I think he is totally handsome :).