Album of pics taken at birth and first day home: Kallie Pics!Birth Story...
I have been getting contractions in small marathons since the second week of December. They would always peter out and by January I was starting to get severely anxious.
I had another marathon of contractions that petered to nothing on Saturday, January 3. We had my husband's Dad and Stepmom over for dinner and we were all hoping they'd be getting a call later that night or next day of good news as they were getting stronger all throughout dinner. However, Sunday I woke up and they were gone... I felt I needed to rest big time though and slept most of the day Sunday. Thank God I listened to that...
Throughout Monday January 5th, my estimated due date funny enough, contractions were coming on and off throughout the day. Husband and I did some fun natural induction things to try to help really kick the contractions in gear... low and behold it worked! Around 8:00 pm that evening I was really needing to work through the contractions and started laboring all around the house. I would vary with pacing around, stopping to lean on the dining table, kitchen counters, the columns in the living room, whatever was closest... to sometimes sitting and resting, but having to kick stand whenever the next contraction started. They were just too painful sitting.
At this point the contractions were coming every 2-3 minutes, but were only lasting 30-45 seconds in length so I had nothing to do but to continue laboring at home and trying to get them to the magical 5 minutes apart lasting at least a minute long for 2 hours.
I tried to lay down and go to bed late that night, since they still weren't the "textbook" contractions, even though they were intense and I needed to work through them. I could NOT lay down... way way too painful. I ended up setting up a bunch of pillows on the couch so I could semi lounge with my legs resting on the coffee table and I passed out for about an hour, then awoke with a majoy intense contraction... back to pacing and standing through them...
Labored like this all day Tuesday. My Mom came over in the morning after she got off from work and kept me company a little before she laid down for a nap. My Dad then came over that night as we all thought it had to be any hour for the contractions to get to where they needed to be. They were regular and intense... they had gotten to lasting a minute long, but were not getting to the magical number of 5 minutes apart. They were lasting 1 minute to a minute and a half long every 7 minutes... and getting more and more intense, but not closer together.
I was exhausted and frustrated and cried that I could not understand why they would not get closer together. Everything I have read and heard from others said I was definitely in labor, but according to the midwife and hospital rules I was not in active enough labor to be admitted and I had to keep dealing with it at home.
After laboring all day Tuesday with intense long lasting contractions I caved at midnight and called the midwife. I said I knew I wasn't supposed to call til they were 5 minutes apart, but they had been lasting a minute and a half long every 7 minutes for the last 8 hours with no change. I tried a bath and couldn't because of sitting caused way way too much pain. The shower wasn't even taking the edge off anymore. I was exhausted and ready to climb walls from the pain.
She told me the contractions were likely not doing anything because they weren't coming close enough together to change the cervix too much. I started to cry and told her something had to be done I had been at this since Monday night and had been unable to sleep because of how intense the contractions were, no matter what I tried.
She told me she would call in a script for Ambien to try to get me to sleep through them. She didn't really think it was anything at this point... I beleive because at first she thought I was just a first timer not dealing or freaking out or something...
Anyway, so my husband goes out and starts scraping all the ice off the car. We were in the middle of an ice storm. The ride to the pharmacy was scary and awful and I was shaking so bad, tha pharmacist likely thought I was a nutcase, especially when I had to clench the counter and moan. I had to go as we were never at that pharmacy so I needed to be there to show my insurance info. Finally got back home took the Ambien, which was already something I had never ever wanted to do... but I was getting a little desperate at this point since it had been well over 30 hours.
I only got about 2 hours of sleep when I woke up screaming from a contraction that made me literally jump out of bed. My entire body was sort of spazzing out with pain and contractions were right on top of each other, no breaks.
My husband was awesome and I have no idea what I would have done without him. He just sprung right into action. I couldn't even think straight or function at this point. He called the midwife and told her I couldn't talk at all and contractions were right on top of one another and finally she said to go to the hospital.
He brought all the luggage out to the car and came and got me. I was feeling so nautious and grabbed some plastic bags in case I needed to get sick on the way to the hospital. I felt so bad for my husband and wonder how he concentrated on the drive to the hospital. I remember chanting... I don't even know what... but chanting, praying and moaning. It was the longest car ride of my life.
We get there and they check me... I was only 3 cm dialated. I started to cry again and could not understand... I had been laboring for over 30 hours how could I only have been at 3 cm?? You have to be at least 5 cm to be admitted. My midwife saw what kind of pain I was in and how exhausted I was in and likely sensed there was no way I was leaving til I had my baby in my arms. She suggested to give me some stadol. That at this point my body really needed rest and maybe was not working that well because it was so exhausted. So I consented to it.
After the stadol had some time to work she checked me again and said I moved to 4 cm but she could stretch me to 5 cm and was admitting me... I was so releived because had I not gotten to 5 I would have been sent home and I knew there was no way I could have dealt with that.
The stadol really worked and I was able to get up and start really working with the contractions again. My husband, midwife and I walked the halls for a bit. I was hooked up to an IV with the stadol but could walk and just had to wheel the IV stand around, which came in very handy to lean on while doing squats through the contractions. I have never done so many squats in all my life, but that is what felt the best to do at the time, so I did.
After 4 hours of laboring hard, my body started to freak out again and I was shaking uncontrollably. My midwife checked me and I was still only at 5 cm!!! She couldn't beleive it. And now is the time she apologized to me for not taking me more seriously before. She said I was laboring beautifully and was doing awesome working through the contractions, but something was going on that my body was freaking out the way it was with no progression in dialation. She looked at me with such sympathy and said, "I know you really really wanted to avoid an epidural, and you know I would never suggest it unless I thought it was a last resort. Honey, you have been laboring too long and your body is just shutting down and not dialating... you need rest and the epidural could give you that."
I started crying again and felt like a failure for a little bit. My husband was awesome and told me I had nothing to feel like a failure about because I had already been laboring for 40 hours!
The midwife said we can keep it a low dosage to get me to sleep for a bit then we could turn it off to finish the labor once I hit a better dialation and I could deliver without it.
I was scared and all kinds of emotions, but consented. This was around noon on Wednesday January 7. My Mom and sister had arrived at sometime and apparantly the midwife told my Mom as soon as she got there that she just could not see me suffer like that anymore and that I really am a strong person to still be trying to go on the way I was. She sent them to lunch and told me it was going to be a long labor after getting the epidural.
After the epi kicked in I slept through a lot of stuff and it seemed like forever, but apparantly it was only 2 hours. I remember my midwife checking me and I had finally progressed past 5 cm to 6 cm, and then I had a really strong contraction and my water finally broke.
She had checked me again sometime after that when my Mom, sister and husband came back from lunch and discovered what the issue had been all along... My baby was not engaged correctly... she was trying to come shoulder first! And she was face up. She apparantly reached in and shifted her so her head could finally come down.
After that my body started doing the freak out thing again and I was moaning a lot, I figured the epidural had worn off or they had shut it off or something... then I felt like I really had to poop and told the nurse and she ran off to get the midwife.
My midwife checked me and within two hours I had gone from 6 cm to 10 cm!! My midwife said she'd quick go change and then we'd be ready to push the baby out... she was still checking and I guess my daughter had started to descend faster because then my midwife said, "never mind, no time to change I'll just throw a smock on, you're having this baby now!"
The epidural was turned off and I could feel everything. I pushed my daughter out in half an hour. As soon as her head came out, the rest of her just slithered out. I was also really happy that the placenta was right there already too and just one more quick push and it was out... and I felt soooo much better!
My daughter was born at 3:08 pm, weighing 5 pounds 13 ounces and measured at 20 inches in length, after 43 hours of labor. I am pretty sure if she had been engaged correctly I would have gone sooner and not have gone through all this, but we did it! I have come to terms with getting the epidural, and decided that after 40 hours I guess it really isn't a failure. I did get to push her out without it too. I strongly beleive that it kept me from getting a c-section so am very greatful for that. I also did not have a single tear which is awesome and I was very excited about that too.
My daughter was born face up and the cord was wrapped around her neck... but she perked up soon after and when I finally got to have her she latched immediately and fed for 45 minutes for her first feeding!
She is amazing and I am finding myself falling more and more in love with her everyday.