Finally wrote my birth story!
Monday evening, April 29th I was watching tv with Darling Husband and relaxing. It was around 5:30pm I went to the bathroom and had blood and mucus, soon after I felt my first contraction, although at the time I was not certain if it was a contraction or not. It felt more like a period cramp. The contractions continued throughout the evening but nothing close enough together or that I could time. By 10 pm it was like a light was switched and I could no longer ignore them. They were uncomfortable enough that I was standing and bending over and swaying through each one. We started timing them at this point. I had been told to call my OB when they were 5 minute apart, lasting for a minute, and that continued for 1 whole hour. That never happened for me. By midnight they were everywhere from 5-10 minutes apart and I was still managing the pain fairly well. It hurt – a LOT but I could get through it. We called my OB anyways she agreed I was probably in labor but the early stages. I took a shower and tried to relax but by now I would have a contraction every 5-10 minutes and then the next few would only be 2 – 3 minutes apart. They were getting more painful every time. I felt I could no longer get through them without really trying. My contractions never met the “5-1-1” rule but with some contractions being only 2 minutes apart I had no time to relax in between. so we called my OB (by now it was about 1:30am) again and she agreed I should go to the hospital.
I was dreading the car ride. I could barley handle the pain when I was able to move around, so i was not looking forward to sitting still. I had also read enough birth stories to know the car ride would suck. However, maybe I was just lucky but the car ride went fast and was not as bad as I was anticipating.
By 2am we were at the hospital and checking in was a blur. I remember stopping in the middle of the lobby and having to sway over a chair while my husband told the desk I was in labor. I was asked if I wanted a wheel chair but that was the last thing I wanted. I walked to the elevator and had to go upstairs to check in at triage. I again remember having to stop multiple times on my trip to triage to bend over and work through the contractions. Once in triage my husband had to go move the car and I was left to change into a gown on my own. It took me forever – I was having contractions so often and trying to do anything in-between was almost impossible. Finally I was changed and my OB came and checked my cervix. I was 100% effaced and 3cm dilated. (At my last appointment I was 50% effaced and 1.5 cm dilated). My heart sank to hear I was only 3cm after being in so much pain. My OB asked me then if I wanted an epidural and I immediately said yes. My birth plan was to always get the epidural and I was defiantly ready to have a break. My OB told me they had to admit me, run my blood work, and then I could have one.
I was admitted (By now it’s about 3am) and brought into a labor and birthing room. I was told to try to go pee – which was almost impossible. I was then instructed that I had to lay down in the bed because I was group B strep positive and they had to start an IV of penicillin. My nurse at this point was SOOO slow – and I confirmed this with my Darling Husband that it wasn’t just the pain talking – she took forever to get my hooked up, get my IV, take my blood, etc. They started monitoring my heart rate and my LO’s. At this point, I was hyperventilating through the pain and having a really hard time concentrating. They told me I wasn’t allowed to get up because they wanted to keep the monitor on LO’s heart rate – which made it worse. I finally got into focus and worked through the contractions a lot better. My Darling Husband was great – getting me ice and watching the monitor and telling me a contraction was coming or we were going “down the mountain”. During this, my water broke and it was filled with meconium so it was pretty disgusting, but the nurse got me cleaned up but the water wasn’t one gush it continued to trickle each contraction. At about 4:30am I still hadn’t received an epidural yet and started barfing because of the pain. Thankfully, I hadn’t eaten since lunch on Monday (but of course it was Mexican food!) so it was just water coming back up.
I FINALLY got an epidural at 5am (I told you the nurse was awfully slow!) Going into labor I was nervous about being able to sit still but knowing relief was coming (or that I thought it was) helped tremendously! Immediately following my epidural my OB came in to do another cervical check & I was 9.5cm dilated! In two hours I had gone from 3cm to 9.5 without pain medication? That was so NOT my birth plan – I was pro epidural! Now looking back I realized that when I did barf I was going through transition. During my cervical check my OB said baby was head down but his head was turned slightly to the side. We decided to lay me on my side in hops he would turn his head before pushing.
I had previously read that some people get the epidural and then can sleep or at least get a break before they have to push. I had been looking forward to this “break” – I even had told my Darling Husband he could sleep when that “break” came. Well, it never came. I got the epidural and could still feel my legs, could still move, could still feel every contraction. I was still having a hard time breathing through them. I told the nurse and she ruddily told me it was normal and it was just pressure I was feeling. TWO hours later I finally got a different nurse who told me otherwise and gave me more drugs – thank goodness – I finally didn’t have to struggle through each contraction – and I was just feeling the “pressure” the first nurse was telling me I was feeling. My second nurse – was amazing! SO much better. Sadly, by the time the nurses changed and I was given the proper amount of epidural it was time to push even though babies head was still slightly turned.
I started pushing at 8am with just my Darling Husband and my nurse in the room. During this my LO was not getting enough oxygen so they had me wear an oxygen mask (talk about annoying when you are trying to push and breath and focus). My OB came in and checked on me a few times but each time I was progressing just not enough. I pushed for 2 1/2 hours before my OB said he could assist with forceps as my LO ‘s head could not get under the pelvic bone and my LO and I were both getting tired or I would need to have a c-section. I had prepared myself that a c-seciton was an option (since my hospital has a near 50% c-section rate) but I had really omitted forceps as an option. When Darling Husband and I took a child birth class I shrugged off forceps and told Darling Husband I would never do that. Well, here I was in a situation I was not really prepared for mentally. I opted to try the forceps. My Darling Husband was scared out of his mind at this point and he wasn’t sure if it was really what I wanted or just the pain talking. Plus, we weren’t sure it was going to work to get LO under the pelvic bone.
My OB came in and prepared for a forceps assisted birth. At this point, I was asked if I was ok with a student to watch and learn from my birth. I hesitated for a minute – but really so many people had already seen everything I said sure – what’s one more at this point? We started pushing and my Darling Husband was very surprised that it wasn’t just a go & pull LO out mission, I still had to do a lot of pushing & the forceps just helped guide him over the pelvic bone & then I still had to push him out of me unassisted.
Once LO was out the doctor immediately cut the cord as it was wrapped around his neck. Since he had meconium & i had GBS & he was a forceps baby NICU was standing by. He was immediately taken to them to clean out his lungs. My OB continued to tell me it was ok he wasn’t crying and not to worry. It was the longest minute of my life – but I finally heard my LO cry. My Darling Husband wanted to stay with me but I sent him to go check on our LO and he did a good job at coming back to me and telling me he was perfect.
I continued to deliver the placenta which was super easy & then the doctor stitched me up. I had a second degree tear. He kept telling me it really wasn’t bad considering the use of forceps. Eventually they brought my LO over to me & his Apgar scores were a 7 & then a 9! Which were great considering the circumstances!
Logan Clay was born at 10:58am on April 30, 2013 for a total of 18.5 hour labor. He was 8.2 pounds and 20.5 inches long with a full head of hair!