- 4 years ago
- Wedding: March 2015
Forgive me, as I am writing this on almost no sleep but really want to get the story down!
I need to start by explaining how my pregnancy progressed. While I had terrible morning sickness, and lots of aches and pains throughout the pregnancy, I went through almost to the end with no serious issues. When I went to my 36 week appointment my midwife ordered a growth scan, but never gave me a reason. My husband and I went to the scan, and were told that our baby was in the 13th percentile and they want to watch his growth in the coming weeks to make sure that he is okay. We held onto the hope that we just had a small baby and he was healthy. The following week I had a follow up scan, a biophysical profile to check the blood flow, and at that point learned there were concerns about the blood flowing to the baby. The doctor mentioned that I may need to be induced if they continue to see this issue. That was on a Friday. Ibwas told to come on Monday for another scan to check the blood flow. At that point they were still concerned about the blood flow to the baby, but it was too soon for another growth scan. They said baby can stay put until that Thursday when they can compare his growth to the original scan, and on that day they will officially decide if I will need to be induced.
Let me interrupt to say that for many years I have prepared to have a natural birth with as little intervention as possible. Of course with health concerns, that changes things, but I had my heart set on the natural experience for a variety of reasons. So hearing I would need to be induced was pretty disappointing. I grieved my ideal birth experience, but at the end of the day I wanted a safe delivery and healthy baby.
So on that Thursday, 11/19 I went for my follow up growth scan. The doctor came in and said the baby is just not growing properly and he is at a lower peecentile now. Baby needs to come now! They hooked me up for a non stress test, which was okay, so they told me to go home and get ready and then go to the hospital in a few hours. It was so surreal! My baby was finally coming! I was scared, anxious, excited, all at the same time.
We got settled in a bed at the hospital and were met by a midwife, and a midwife student. It was explained to me that they would insert Cervidil, which would prep my cervix and stay in for 12 hours. Then they would take it out and start Pitocin. They checked my cervix first and found I was 50% effaced but not dilated at all. They hooked me up to a fetal heartrate monitor and contraction monitor and suggested I get some sleep. Well the monitor wasn’t working properly and I was interrupted every 10 minutes for them to readjust it! Forget about getting sleep! The Cervidil went in at 9pm, and around 9:30 I was feeling contractions. They started off like period cramps and got stronger and stronger. After a few hours the contractions were SO intense I couldn’t believe that it was so painful without even having the pitocin. I tried my best to work on my breathing but holy crap! Since I was hooked up to the machine I was stuck in bed and couldn’t manage the pain the way I planned. To my frustration, the contraction monitor wasn’t registering my contractions, which were growing stronger and stronger and which were about 5-8 minutes apart. The pain was so strong I was crying and asking when I could have drugs! My husband was shocked and so was I, but it was more painful than I ever expected. The midwife said it was too early and offered for me to use a birthing ball, which was really the only option I had besides laying in bed. I wanted so badly to get in the shower but I couldn’t come off the monitors. The nurse kept coming in and checking the monitor, since the baby’s heart rate continued to be difficult to monitor and was sometimes showing deceleration. Around 4:30am I decided to time my contrations on my own, since I felt like I was being tortured but that was not registering and according to the monitor I was having teeny contractions. They were around 5 min apart at this point and honestly I didn’t know how I was going to survive anymore. I begged the midwife to check my cervix for progress. I said, if I am not making progress I just don’t know how I can go on! My husband did a great job supporting me, holding my hand, rubbing my back, and telling me how great I was doing. I just felt like I was not strong enough to keep going without an epidural. My midwife agreed to check me, since I was screaming my head off….yes, I was THAT woman that could probably be heard in the entire ward, but I did not care!!!! To everyone’s surprise I was now 70% effaced and 2.5cm dilated. The midwife was surprised and said that normally that doean’t happen just from cervidil. This was 5:30am at that point, ad they removed the cervidil, which was oroginally supposed to stay until 9am. I then got the epidural around 6:30am and let me just say it was absolutely glorious! I felt like a new person and I didn’t feel guilty for getting it one bit. I was proud of what I had done so far but knew I needed help to get through the rest. From that point on I progressed very quickly. I was 4cm at the next check, then 5.5 cm, then all of a sudden 9cm around 9am! And I had no pain! I could feel my legs still and could feel pressure with the contractions, but no pain. I think it was around 11am that I was 10cm. The midwife had explained that since baby was doing well on the monitor and I am moving along so fast, she felt comfortable with me going on my own. If I had not dilated so fast and the heart rate showed any further isses I would need a c-section. We were so grateful that was not the case.
I hung out for awhile after getting to 10cm, waiting for baby to get as low as possible. I started to feel an intense pressure and felt like the baby was trying to break out! Around 12:20pm, around 15 hours after the first contractions, they told me I could start to push If I felt like it. They suggested a practice push to start and when I did that, the baby’s head started coming out! I did about 6 pushes total, and baby arrived at 12:35! (This was 11/20 just to be clear.) I felt no pain whatsoever and could not believe how fast he came out! He basically flew right out! My husband watched him being born, even though he always said he would never do that, and was amazed. Baby Zachary came out with the cord around his neck twice and around his leg twice. He went up on my stomach for a few minhtes but then needed to be checked since there was meconium in my fluid. He weighed 5 pounds, 1 oz and was born at 38 weeks exactly. We started breastfeeding after he was checked out, and he waa doing great. Then a bit later they said they needed to check his sugar, since they do that with all small for age babies. His sugar level was 11!!! And they rushed him off to NICU. To make a long story short, Zachary needed 7 days in NICU to regulate his blood sugar before he could come home. I camped out in his room the whole time and breastfed him around the clock. We came home finally on 11/27, and now just adjusting to our new family and new routine. We are so in love!