- 6 years ago
- Wedding: June 2013
Sept 20th, felt tired and exhausted. Took a nap around 4:30-5. Felt off.
Went to bed around 11pm
Got up to pee just before 9am and felt fine, went toget granola bar and then laid in bed munching away.
At around 9:02 am I felt a watery gush while laying down, I knew it felt dfferent but I’ve always had lots of cm the past few weeks so I tested it on a napkin and with my finger, no smell, watery, and colorless besides a few pieces of cm mixed in.
I sat up and lay back down and sat up again to see if it would happen (with a towel underneath) I had 2 more gushes. I got up and it started to run down my leg. I went to the bathroom again and then took a shower. When drying my hair it happened again so I put on an overnight maxi pad and sure enough I kept gushing with movement.
Finished getting ready and called the doctor office, she told me to wait it out since I’m GBS- and no cramping. If I had nothing by dinner to come in to the hospital to be admitted.
Started having contractions very very mild by 12pm. Not timeable.
We get to my inlaws for Sunday dinner (they are closer to the hospital than we are) and I ate some pasta and went for a walk. Contractions started to pick up when the doctor called again to check up on me, this was about 2:15pm. Then contractions disappeared, tried walking and stair stepping, nothing.
Went to hospital at 6:23. Was admitted to room. They doubted my water broke since it had some coloring (cm was mixed in) although I had soaked through 3 large maxi overnight pads and she even looked at it and said how heavy it was when lifted.
They finally believed me when they went to use the speculum and I gushed out and her hand was dripping wet! They also saw pooling.
I was still 3cm at this point since my check on Friday at the office. 60-75% effaced.
I was started on pitocin at some point maybe 2 hours later ? Very low at 2mu upped 2mu every half hour until I reached 12 when my contractions were regular.
At 2:15am I started feeling intense cramping with my contractions, before then it just felt really tight like a BH. And I was like wow, this is cake! I can do this!
At 2:45 the nurse said my contractions were too close together so they upped my pit by 2 so I’m at 14mu. She note that this disturbs the pattern and spaces them out better. I also asked for a heating pad for my lower back because of pain in my joints when I tried repositioning.
At 6am after trying for hours to use counter pressure via my lovely hubby who tried so hard. I caved and asked for an epidural. I knew it was the best thing and that pitocin was mostly the reason. I tried though!
I was scared out of my mind about the side effects of the epidural. Didn’t care about the needle or anything (I’m weird) I kept asking for reassurance about what they would do if I had a bad reaction. They calmed my nerves enough and I held my midwife so tight and did it! After two contractions I was totally numb.
So bolus was great, then about an hour later I was in tons of pain my right side again. I tried tilting the other way but it didn’t help. I also was getting pvcs during every contraction making it hard to breathe through them as the pressure would radiate to my neck.
I got my second bolus at 745 ish. And all is great now! I barely felt a thing.
I didn’t sleep at all and by this time it’s 8:11. I had sort of a second wind.
“I want pumpkin pancakes ! I’m starving ! ” I guess I wrote this so I’ll keep it. Haha. (I was writing my birth story on my iPhone to pass time).
I was a little annoyed they hadn’t checked me but knew it was because I had my waters broken for 24 hours at this point.
Took a nap somewhere between 830 and 9. Felt awesome.
I had a check at 10 when the new midwife came on and was ready to push!!! I’m pissed because I feel like I was probably ready sooner. They kept saying I would feel pressure in my butt, but I was numb!!!
The midwife asked if I wanted to try turning my epidural off to slowly get sensation back, since I was having issues with my first two pushes. Luca was +2 station and in LOA position, perfect for a few quick pushes.
Problem was I was as numb as you could be. My legs flopped over and felt like dead fish and I felt nada. I couldn’t focus any pressure where here hands were and I was frustrated.
Soooo I agreed and started pushing without it. I was discouraged to say the least and felt like a failure as we reached one hour. Well, my labor pains came back 100% as if never having an Epi. I was now having a “natural” pitocin birth without pain meds and regretted it immediately. I cried so much, felt sorry for myself, telling them to please do something.
She then put a mirror at the end, hubby was insisting he didn’t want to see a thing, he gets faint with that stuff and also we wanted to avoid him having flashbacks or visuals during our sexy time in the future. but when he realized I was breaking down, he grabbed my leg tight, looked at the mirror, and coached me the whole way.
During the last 50 mins of pushing and literally feeling like I was dying and kept saying I needed food, was out of breath, and dizzy… We tried 4 different positions. I tried using gravity but it felt faint from laying down so long… So what ended up working for the last 10 pushes was me leaning forward and grabbing my midwifes hands and pulling.
Also in that hour of pushing, the breaks in between when the baby and contraction settle, feel like that sensation you get when you fall on your ass and get the wind knocked out of you x100000 making it hard to catch your breath. And not without crying in between saying I can’t do it and convincing the nurses to scoop finally do an episiotomy when one of the only two things in my birth plan was NO in big red letters.
I ended up with an episiotomy, something I was against but definitely don’t regret as after 2 hours of pushing on a half hour of sleep And in extreme pain I needed some type of help as he was RIGHT there just couldn’t get him past that point.
At 12:49pm baby Luca Salvatore was born at 8lbs 7 oz and 21 1/2 inches long. Daddy put him on my chest, I cut the cord and he immediately pooped all over my chest.
After I did some skin to skin they took him away and got him cleaned up and all that. I felt tugging and pain and knew I still had to get the placenta to come out. I asked if I should help (by pushing) and she had a concerned look on her face and said in a minute. She slowly tugged and mentioned to a nurse how it was partially detached and folding up on itself but something was wrong. She then kept asking how long time had passed, and then after over 10 minutes was able to get it to come out, but I was still bleeding, a lot.
She looked at another nurse and said to go get the on call OB, rattled off 4 different medicines to grab, and to fetch the nearest ultrasound machine. All whilst shoving her whole hand up into my uterus to pull out clots and using these wrapped gauzes (later found out she used 24 total when they counted).
I ended up with a suppository in my butt, two injections one in each thigh, a new bag of pit, some other shot in my iv, and potato starch rubbed on my cervical opening.
I had suffered a PPPH, which they said was from a partially low placenta (which at my last ultrasounds, were not detected, even at 20 it was high). My OB (who wasn’t on call but stopped by the next day) thinks it was uterine atony from the pit and long labor. Either way it sucked!
Today I’m still weak, lightheaded, and having small headaches and palpitations a lot more than I normally did from pregnancy hormones.
Important thing is my baby Luca was so worth it. I would do it again a million times.
Sorry if my story is a little choppy or gruesome for some, but I wrote most of this at the hospital at each point, and the rest at home with a baby at my boob! Just didn’t want to forget anything.