(Closed) Spring 2012 Babies- Birth Storiesposted 10 years ago in Pregnancy
- 10 years ago
- Wedding: June 2011
So many beautiful new babies!! Congrats ladies!!
- 10 years ago
- Wedding: July 2011
Congrats to all the new mamas!!!! I love reading the birth stories and then seeing the pics of all these gorgeous babies!
@eryepye: What a great story – I’m glad to hear that labour can be ‘fun’ for a while, it makes me less terrified! Also very happy to hear that despite the cord being around the baby’s neck, everything was just fine and there were no issues with that – that’s one of my biggest fears right now so your story has reassured me. And you have an absolutely gorgeous little girl with a beautiful name – congrats!
- 10 years ago
The morning of April 1st, 2012 dawned bright and sunny, but frustrating for me. I was 4 days past my due date, as big as a house and completely fed up with being pregnant. I was at the end of my rope. That afternoon, a friend invited us to go bowling with her and her husband and we accepted, hoping that the activity would help things move along. So we went out and had a wonderful afternoon and bowled 3 games against each other. I won the first one, but lost the second two because my arms got tired from using a ball that was too heavy because my swollen fingers couldn’t fit into the lighter ones. By the time we left the bowling alley, I was having some heavy Braxton Hicks contractions and a lot of pelvic pressure, but nothing regular or even time-able. I was hopeful that maybe our stubborn little lady would decide to come that night.
We spent the night just relaxing and watching some TV. I was still having irregular Braxton Hicks and low back pain, but still nothing too promising. I figured I was probably going to have to wait another few days. Our little one seemed like she was far too comfy. At about 11pm, I decided I was tired and headed up to bed. As I walked to the stairs, I felt a small rush of fluid between my legs. I kind of stopped and waited to see if I felt anything more. I didn’t, so I made my way upstairs and checked my underwear. They were soaking wet and smelled faintly sweet, which is what I have heard that amniotic fluid smells like. I sat on the toilet for a while trying to see if anything else was going to leak. Nothing. I chalked it up to maybe I had some water still trapped up there from my bath earlier in the day and I went to bed.
At about 3:30am, I woke up needing to use the restroom. At this point in my pregnancy, I was unable to just sit up and get out of bed and I needed to do this weird sort of roll to get myself up and moving. As I rolled over and went to sit up, I had a gush of fluid even bigger than the first one. I knew it was the real deal this time. I was soaked through my underwear and there was a puddle on the bed. So, I got up and dialed the delivery unit to talk to one of the midwives. She told me it sounded like my waters had gone and I needed to come in to be checked. I waddled downstairs to find that the husband was already awake and laying on the couch (he spent the last couple months of my pregnancy sleeping there because I started snoring like a buzzsaw). As soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs, he asked me what was going on and I told him that it was baby time. He jumped up off the couch like a kid on Christmas and started rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off.
I was surprisingly calm and totally at peace with what was happening. I sat down, repacked my hospital bag, got dressed, brushed my hair and just took my time. I think the husband was completely amazed with how I was acting because I am normally a little high-strung and I’m the one running around like crazy. We headed out and made the 45 minute drive to the hospital. When we got there, they admitted me and hooked me up to the monitors. I was having irregular contractions, but they weren’t even strong enough that I could feel them. The midwife used a speculum and a swab and declared that my waters were indeed leaking but that I must have had a hind-water rupture, meaning that my water broke at the top of my uterus and it was slowly trickling out instead of coming in a gush. They told me that I had 24 hours to go into labor on my own or else they were going to induce me. So, they sent me home and told me to call back at 6pm to find out what time they wanted me back in that night since my water had actually broken at about 11pm the previous night.
We headed home. The husband was about comatose from lack of sleep (I found out later that he hadn’t been to sleep yet when I came downstairs to wake him up), so he headed off to bed and I called in my two best girls to come keep my company. We just hung out and they helped me tidy up my house before they left. At 6pm, we called and were told to be there at 8. The husband and I spent the next hour before we left buzzing with a kind of nervous energy. I felt so strange that this was going to be our last hour in our home as just a married couple. Next time we came home, it would be with our daughter.
When we arrived that the hospital, they re-admitted me and hooked me back up to the monitors. I was still not in labor. They monitored me for a while to see how the baby was doing and did a cervical check. I was hardly effaced and only a fingertip dialated. Around 9:30pm, they inserted the prostaglandin gel to get my cervix to soften and told me to get some rest and they would start the Syntocinon (it’s the form of Pitocin they use in the UK) in 6 hours. I slept off and on and chatted with the midwife who sat in the room with me all night. At about 3am, they came in to talk to me about an epidural before they turned on the Syntocinon drip. They were concerned that if they waited to do the epidural that it was stall out my labor. After a couple tries, the anaesthesiologist got it inserted, and the midwife went to break my water the rest of the way. Even though my water had been leaking for almost 24 hours already there was still a TON left. She had to jump up off the bed or else she would have gotten a shower. After my waters subsided, they started the drip and I fell asleep for a few hours.
At about 6am, the midwife decided to wake me up and check me. I had dilated to 2-3cm but my cervix was still thick. At this point, I was still feeling really good. I was having regular contractions but couldn’t feel them in the slightest. After the check, I was happy to go back to sleep. The midwife woke me up at 9am to check me again. I was hopeful that the last 3 hours has brought some progress but was disappointed when she told me I was still 2-3cm but was now 100% effaced. The contractions were coming on a lot stronger and were about 2 minutes apart at this point. I could feel them, but not the pain that comes along with them. I was hopeful that the rest of the delivery would go as smoothly as it had been so far. Sometime in the next 3 hours, things got hairy. My labor kicked into overdrive and I dilated from 2-3cm to 9cm in just 3 hours. In that time, the first epidural started to wear off and I started to feel the low, cramping pain of the contractions. It wasn’t a huge bother at first, but it progressively got more and more painful as it went on and I started not to handle it so well. She asked if I wanted to call in and get another epidural placed but the contractions weren’t unbearable, so I told her I wanted to wait and see how it went.
I didn’t have to wait long. In the next hour (at about 1pm), I fully dilated and my pain level skyrocketed. Because I chose to wait, the anaesthesiologist was busy and I had to wait to get another epidural. I had no urge to push and they wanted me to wait to try so that the baby could labor down as far as possible. I have a heart condition and was only going to be allowed to push for an hour and a half so she wanted to make the most of it. I accepted some of what the British call “gas and air” in the meantime. Essentially, it’s a little breathing tube and it gives you a nice shot of laughing gas. It’s basically just like getting high. You still feel the pain, you just don’t care anymore. It was wonderful and definitely took the edge off. We waited about an hour for another epidural, which never worked. After we realized it wasn’t going to work, we started pushing. She turned down my drip so we could take it nice and slow. It was a relief at first. She coached me through how to do it and we tried a few times until my labor stalled out and my contractions stopped coming. So, she turned the Syntocinon drip back up to kick-start things and after that, it was a nightmare.
The contractions started hitting me in waves of pain. The pushing just intensified it. It was about this time that the midwife checked me and realized that the baby wasn’t descending because her head was crooked in the birth canal. She told me we could finish out the hour and a half of pushing and then she was going to have to get the doctor and we were looking at a forceps delivery. I barely made it the rest of my allotted pushing time. I don’t even remember what was happening because it’s all a haze of pain. The pain made me start panicking and I started screaming through my contractions. The midwife did her best to keep me cool and calm but I was totally overwhelmed. There wasn’t even a break in between my contraction at this point and the baby still wasn’t coming down any further. I remember her leaving to go talk to the OBs and coming back to tell me that we were going ahead with the forceps but it was going to be a little while because they were doing an emergency c-section at the moment. I remember just breaking down and crying when she told me this. I was in so much pain that I thought my body was ripping in two. I started begging her to do something about it. The epidurals didn’t work, the gas and air stopped working, the pill narcotics they gave me did nothing and it was just me in a sea of unbearable pain.
After what felt like forever (which in reality, was at least an hour), there was a flurry of movement and I was wheeled into the operating theatre. By the time they tried to get me transferred off of my hospital bed and onto the operating table, I couldn’t even function. They had to lift me by the sheets because I couldn’t will my body to scoot over from bed to bed. At some point, someone handed me a pen to sign the consent forms for the forceps delivery and then they started prepping for my spinal block. By the time they had everything ready, I didn’t even have the strength to cry anymore. I just remember sitting on the edge of the table, leaning on the midwife’s shoulder and quietly begging her to make them hurry. Once they got themselves set up, the spinal block was in very quickly and it took no time at all for it to kick in. My lower body was numb before they even had me laid back down again. It was heaven and I wanted to kiss the doctor. They waited a few minutes to make sure I was numb (and boy was I ever. I was numbed from my breasts down.) and then got to it.
It’s a very strange feeling watching people move your body around when you can’t feel it. I could see them put my legs into the stirrups, but my brain was still telling me that I was lying flat. I remember reaching up and poking my leg and feeling absolutely nothing. SO weird. I remember feeling really calm. I heard the snip of the scissors when they cut the episiotomy but felt nothing and didn’t even realize what it was until I thought about it later. They talked me through everything they were doing. He told me when he inserted the forceps and then told me to push. I was really confused and asked how I was supposed to push when I couldn’t feel my body and they told me just to think I was doing it and my body would do it. In a blur that seemed like a long time but was probably less than a couple minutes, I pushed and then they were yelling at me to stop. My big, beautiful girl had her shoulders stuck in my pelvis. Shoulder dystocia is one of those complications you read about but don’t think will happen. Well, it happened. I don’t think I was even registering that that was what was happening. Soon enough, the doctor told me to push again and I had a baby on my belly. She was purple and not crying and they immediately whisked her away to the warmer as they started to deliver the placenta and sew everything back up down there. The husband went with the nurse and our baby and he stood there while they wiped her down and worked on her. The look on his face was incredible, somewhere between pure love, terror and shock. He looked across the room at me and we both had tears rolling down our cheeks. At some point, someone declared that our little girl was 10lbs 8oz and I about died. I stared at the nurse and asked her if she was serious. I was not expecting that. I mean, my belly had been the size of a beach ball and I was expecting her to be between 9 and 10 lbs but I never considered that she would be over that.
After a few endless moments and a little panic, the nurse finally got her crying and they brought her over to me and I got to touch my little daughter for the first time. I had never in my life imagined that love could come so quickly.
After my eventful delivery, I found out that I had lost 2 pints of blood and had to be given a blood transfusion and that both of us were running a fever and needed to stay in the hospital and be put on antibiotics. We ended up spending 4 extra days in the hospital when all was said and done but both of us came out of it fine. Despite the somewhat traumatic birth and a stressful first few days, she is gorgeous and healthy and absolutely the love of mine and her daddy’s life. I wouldn’t wish my birth experience on anyone, but I also wouldn’t change it. If anything, it proved to me how strong I am. I went through 6+ hours of chemically augmented labor with a malpositioned baby and no pain medication and I am still here to talk about it. The female body is really an incredible thing and I hope that my story is a testament that you can never expect what will happen and you need to keep an open mind.
Charlotte June was born on April 3rd, 2012 at 7:31pm in Cambridge, England. She weighed 10lbs8oz and was 21 ½ inches long. I gave birth to her 45 hours after my water first broke and had ~13 ½ hours of active labor. I have the stitches from my episiotomy and I have one stitch in a small tear on my cervix. The first day after delivery was awful because I was so sore and swollen but it’s gotten better every day since and has been relatively easy. The only lingering pain I have is from a bruised tailbone.
- 10 years ago
- Wedding: July 2010
Here is part 1 of my ridiculously long labor story. I’ll be back later with the rest:
I had been saying for ages that I was sure that our baby would be born early, but was starting to get a little nervous as her due date approached. Sure enough, on Thursday night March 29th (5 days before my due date) I lost the remainder of my mucous plug and starting having regular painful contractions every 7 minutes apart. I was sure it was time to have the baby.
We called our doula, and she told me to try to lie down and get some rest b/c I would need it for the rest of labor. Well, as soon as I got into bed the contractions slowed way down. However, my bloody show picked up overnight, and I was scared at the amount of blood, so unfortunately I didn’t sleep very much that night at all. I would live to regret that, b/c it could have been my very last restful night of sleep before what would become a very very long labor.
On Friday morning I called my doctor’s office as soon as they opened to ask about all of the bleeding. I was supposed to have my regular OB appt later that day, but my doctor told me to come right in and get checked out. DH took the day off of work, since we were pretty sure I was in early labor, and we headed together to my OB’s office. When my doctor saw me she confirmed that the bleeding was just my bloody show and that it was normal. (Why did nobody every tell me that there would be SO much blood during labor?) She also hooked me up to the monitor to do my first NST. Baby looked great, and I had a couple of very minor contractions on the monitor. My OB told me that she was pretty sure I was in early labor, but it looked like things might go slowly (I was still only dilated to 1 cm), and I might not even have my baby until Saturday. (Little did she know that labor would be even slower than she ever could have imagined…)
On Friday I continued to have irregularly spaced contractions that were strong enough that I couldn’t walk upright during them. DH and I took a long walk in the afternoon to try to encourage labor, and I had to stop a few times during the walk to lean on him through contractions. After a bath, on Friday evening the contractions started to pick up again. They became somewhat regularly spaced at 7-10 minutes apart, and I starting having contractions that I couldn’t talk through. We called the doula and told her that we needed her. She came to our house, and started getting me up walking around and trying different positions to encourage my labor to speed up a bit. But nothing really worked. We could get my contractions closer together if I really worked at it, but then they would stall out again if I sat down on the birth ball. It was the early hours of Saturday morning by this point, and I was exhausted from lack of sleep. The doula had me get into bed, and after contractions continued in bed at only 15 minutes apart, our doula decided that she should go home and I should try to get my rest through the night.
Throughout the early hours of Saturday morning I barely slept because the contractions picked up in intensity up to a 6 on my pain scale. They were still only about 15 minutes apart though. Saturday morning we got out of bed, I got in the bath… and the contractions continued to get more and more painful without getting closer together. I was exhausted from two nights without sleep. We called our doula, and she recommended that we ask my doctor to give me something to help me sleep. We called the doctor’s office, and they told us to go to labor and delivery at the hospital, so off we went. At the hospital I learned that I had only progressed to 2 cm in a day and a half of labor. I also had another NST. Baby was doing fine, so the nurse agreed that I should get a morphine shot, which would help me to sleep through the contractions for up to 5 hours. I got the shot, and we headed back home.
The morphine shot worked great, and I slept soundly for 2 hours, and in between contractions for another 2 hours. After that it was back into the bathtub to continue working my way through labor. Saturday evening followed a similar pattern from the previous two days where the contractions picked up again around dinner time, then stalled out around bed time. When I got into bed on Saturday night, I was only having contractions every 15-30 minutes. However, overnight the intensity of my contractions picked up to an *8* on my pain scale. I had to moan my way through them and could only handle them if I really focused on my breathing.
Around 5 AM on Sunday morning I started losing more blood than I was comfortable with, and we headed back into labor and delivery at the hospital. When they checked my cervix at the hospital I had progressed to 3 cm. It wasn’t much, but given that I had progressed on my own, I was now considered to be in true labor, and they would admit me and start me on pitocin if I wanted. At this point I had a major internal battle over what to do. I was given an alternate choice of another morphine shot and heading home again. I wavered back and forth, but in the end I took another morphine shot, and we went back home again for me to sleep. I decided that no matter what, even if labor didn’t pick up on its own we would head back to the hospital and get admitted once the morphine wore off. At home I slept for another several hours in between very strong contractions. (The morphine didn’t exactly take away the pain, but it took the edge off to a point where I didn’t really care about the pain.) Once I woke up I got back in the bath tub, and told DH to make sure everything was packed in the car. We were going to the hospital to have our baby!
- 10 years ago
- Wedding: July 2010
Part II — “At the Hospital” (Sorry this is so long, but it’s hard to do a short write-up of 36 hours of labor)
We checked into the hospital around noon on Sunday. I was having contractions 15 minutes apart at an intensity of 8 on my pain scale. I was checked by the on-call doctor at the hospital, and she told me that I was *finally* dilated to 5-6 cm. I was finally progressing on my own. She decided to break my water before administering pitocin to see if that would get my labor going. She broke my water, and then we spent another hour waiting to see if my contractions would pick up on their own. They did not, and remained stubbornly at 15 minutes apart. So around 2 PM they hooked me up to a pitocin drip. Very quickly my contractions picked up, and I started having agonizing contractions every 4 minutes. I was still working my way through the contractions without any pain medication, but I was SO tired at this point.
Around 4 PM the doctor came back to check me, and I was dilated to a 7. She said she would come back and check on me again in 2 hours. At this point I decided to get an epidural because everything had gone on for so long, and I needed some more rest if I was going to be able to push the baby out. I was in so much pain, that I also took a phentanol shot, in hopes that it would help me to sit still through the process of having the epidural put in.
The doctor who placed my epidural fit every stereotype of a grumpy, anti-social anesthesiologist. However, he gave me the best epidural ever. Almost as soon as it was administered, the pain from the contractions ceased, but I could still feel very strong pressure with each contraction, so I knew exactly when they were happening. I kept commenting with every contraction that I felt really strong pressure in my butt, which made everyone laugh. It turns out I was in transition. I got some rest for about an hour in between the on-going contractions, and then all of a sudden I had a contraction where it literally felt like the baby’s head moved down into my cervix. This was accompanied by an incredibly strong pressure down in my butt. I announced “I think I need to push”. The nurse seemed doubtful, but she told me she would check me again if I wanted. She checked me, and then told me I could try to push on the next contraction if I wanted to. I looked at her and said, “wait, so am I at a 10?” She responded by saying, “Well, there’s no more cervix there, just the baby’s head, so yes.”
On the next contraction I got to try pushing. I didn’t do it exactly right the first time, but by the second contraction I was getting the hang of it. My doula informed me that the pushing process would probably take 1-2 hours. DH wanted to help out with the pushing, but our doula convinced him and my sister to eat their sandwiches that they had just bought b/c there would be plenty of time to get in on the action before the baby was actually born. Well, about 5 minutes later our doula was eating her words, and DH was holding my legs through contractions. Apparently I was pushing quite well, and they were already starting to see the baby’s head. I didn’t really believe them b/c I didn’t feel like I was pushing very hard. I was purposefully holding back b/c I wanted to have the strength to make it through 1-2 full hours of pushing. But they brought over a mirror, and they were right! The baby’s head was already starting to show. It really helped that I could feel every contraction so strongly, even through the epidural because that made pushing feel very natural. About 20 minutes into pushing the baby’s head passed over my pelvic bone, and her head stopped slipping backwards in between contractions. Right away the doctor was called in, and the room filled with people. It was time to deliver the baby.
With a few more pushes I got the baby’s head out. An unfortunate side effect of having so much sensation through my epidural was that I felt the ring of fire. I also felt myself tear. That last push to get the head out hurt so much, but there was instant relief once I delivered the head. Then on the next push I got to deliver the body. Baby came out yelling, and she was placed immediately on my stomach. (I had a short umbilical cord, so they couldn’t get her all the way up on my chest.) We waited for a few seconds for the cord to stop pulsing, and then DH cut the cord, and Alanna was placed on my chest for an hour of skin-to-skin contact. The nurses also brought me a warm blanket b/c I immediately started to get cold.
Alanna was beautiful and healthy. She received two 9’s for her Apgar score. In the aftermath of labor I was stitched up (which I felt way too much of), and the placenta delivered itself cleanly on its own. DH and I were crazy in love with our baby from the first moment we saw her.
So… in summary:
I planned for a labor free of any interventions. In the end I had every single intervention short of a c-section. I had 2 morphine shots, a shot of phentanol, pitocin, and an epidural. I had 36 hours of labor, during which time I went to the doctor’s office once and went to the hospital 3 times. In the end, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. …although I’m still hoping that things move along a little faster next time, and that I will get my fully natural birth on baby #2.
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