- 4 years ago
I fee like I do not see a lot of cytotec induction stories, so I figured I would type mine up!
I was 41 weeks, so I was scheduled to go into the hospital at 7:30 pm. After they got me admitted they told me that I was going to get 3-4 cytotec pills inserted throughout the night and they would start pitocin in the morning. They estimated that I would probably have the baby around dinner time the next day. My little Cole had different plans 🙂
They checked me at 9pm and inserted my first dose of cytotec. Apparently I was 2 cm, which was great considering when I had been to the doctor at 40+5 I was still not dialated at all and only 30% effaced. The first dose made me a little crampy, but I was able to go to sleep for a little while. At 1:15 they came in and gave me my second dose and said they would be in to give me my next dose at 5. They asked if I wanted a sleeping pill and I said no.
By 3am I was definitely having some 1st-2nd day level period cramping. I couldn’t really sleep anymore, but I knew it wasn’t that bad (and that I wasn’t supposed to have a baby for another 12+ hours) so I tried to ignore it and just roll around a little bit. By 4 am I was definitely uncomfortable enough to wake my SO up and tell him that I thought I was having contractions. He took out his phone and started timing them, but they were coming 2-3 in a row, then about 2-3 minutes inbetween and were not too painful so I just laid there and worked through it. By 4:30 I was feeling pretty uncomfortable so I called my mom (she was a L&D nurse who was going to help me) and told her how I was feeling. She said she would come in.
We hadn’t seen a nurse since 1:15, so I called for one to come to my room. When they got there I told them I was feeling very uncomfortable at that point. My assigned nurse was in doing a c-section and the other nurses seemed completely unconcerned about my discomfort. They told me to go for a walk in the hallways. No one checked me or anything, which made me feel like I must be crazy and that I couldn’t be progressing on 2 pills, so we went for a walk. At first I was able to walk through the contractions (sliding on my tiptoes to try ang keep going), but after about 10 minutes I had to stop and lean on the wall for each one. They were still coming one on top of another in sets of 2-3, then about 2 min break. My mom got there while we were walking the halls and I was in enough pain that I was crying through the contractions. We went back to the room and I told them that I was very uncomfortable and needed my epidural. The nurse rolled her eyes at me and asked if I wanted a birthing ball for awhile.
My mom helped me on the birthing ball for about 5 contractions when I said I couldn’t do it anymore and wanted to just lay down. At this point I was still having multiple contractions in a row and the time inbetween was about a minute. The hospital midwife finally came in and checked me. She was totally shocked that I was 100% effaced and 5 cms. They said that someone else was getting the epidural and they would send the dr in as soon as he could.
While I was waiting my water broke around 5:30 and the contractions were getting VERY intense, still right on top of each other with a minute break. It was by far the worst pain I have ever experienced and I consider myself someone with a very high pain tolerance. I do think it would have been much more manageable if I had some breaks inbetween, but the way they were piling on top of each other was so much so fast.
The anesthesiologist (sp?) got to me a little after 6am and the contractions were so bad I couldn’t believe they were making me sit up and lean over. I had 2 contractions bending over and I felt the baby move down and a huge amount of pressure, like his head was touching the bed. I yelled to just stop because I had to push, but my nurse was like, “no you don’t, you’re fine.” I never thought that I would be someone who yelled during labor, but bending over to get an epidural when you feel your kid pushing his head through you was not something I expected. The anesthesiologist was pissed and kept asking the nurse why they waited so long to call him. They said they didn’t think I would go this fast.
As soon as they let me lay down they checked me. No- I wasn’t crazy, I was at 10 cm and his head really was coming out when I was getting my epi!
Everyone was shocked and here’s the kicker- they told me my Dr wasn’t there yet so to just roll over and hold my legs together until she came!!!!!! I was like you have GOT to be F*CKING kidding me! The epidural started working (better late than never I guess since I had to wait) and each contraction, which were completely on top of each other at that point, started to lessen.
What people fail to mention is that the pressure you feel when your baby’s head is sitting there trying to come out is a painful pressure. I was thinking that after I got the epidural it would be smooth sailing, but him pushing his way out still really hurt! Maybe it was also because I was laying on my side clamping my legs together for about half an hour. My mom said that she and my SO were trying to talk to me and all I kept saying was “I have to cross my legs and breathe.”
My doctor got there around 7:10 got everything all set up, I pushed 3 times and I had my little boy at 7:18am (so much for dinner time!!!).
I ended up having to stay in the delivery room until 2:30 because they didn’t have any rooms available in the mother baby unit. The next day we tried to go to the bath class, but we were pulled out so that he could get his circumcision. I cried when they took him because I felt so bad, but it was super quick. He got a local and then childrens tylenol that night and never made a peep about it. I had to put vaseline on it for 5 days and by that time it was healed and looks great. If you are planning on getting a circ done-see if your doctor will do it in the hospital, it really worked out great!
Recovery has been pretty good so far. I only ended up having one internal “skid mark” which they did give me one stitch for. The first few nights home from the hospital were horrible and I definitely spent the better half of my first 4 days home crying over stupid things and feeling like an idiot. I am one of those poeple who lives for the outdoors and working, so being cooped up in the house all day in June/July has not been fun! Fortunately I have a wonderful Mother-In-Law that comes over everyday for an hour so I can leave the house and my mom drives down on weekends.
Now I am almost 2 weeks out and I am feeling much happier and an barely bleeding at all. It is so important to limit yourself the first week though…I went outside with the dogs and threw a ball and pulled my stitch a little! Who would think throwing a ball would do that? I also have lost about 16 pounds so far with 24 to go. I am not a huge fan of how I look right now, but I am dealing with it! To put it into perspective my measurements before pregancy were 36C-28-36. My measurements now 12 days out are 38DD(they are like bowling balls!!!!!)-33-41. So about 5 inches all around to loose. I have already been going for walks and I think I am going to start lifing weights again today (super light ones since I haven’t done it in…ooohh 9 months!).
Anyway, thats our story.