Thanks everybody!!
So here's the birth story, it wasnt horrible, just not how I wanted it and I know that in a different environment things would've been different.
On Thursday I went to my appointment and the OB said that I was 1-2cm dilated, 80% effaced and the baby was in -2 station. I kinda thought she was going to be overdue, because in that visit the doctor said that if I hadnt delivered by next week (my due date) we could discuss when to schedule an induction
That night I went to bed and I was finding it very difficult to sleep. I woke up at 1:30 AM feeling VERY crampy. I had a feeling that Sophia was coming tonight, but I tried to keep my cool and relax, that worked fine until 3:30 when there was no longer a feeling that she was coming, I knew it. The contractions were painful. I kept tossing and turning, walking from one end to the other, getting on the floor on my hands and knees. I didnt want to wake up DP because knowing him, he would be "let's go to the hospital, NOW!". So I was dealing with all of this by myself, which was fine, but then I started throwing up and had diarrhea. I went to the bathroom like 3-4 times in 1 hour. I knew I had to go to the hospital or I was risking getting very dehydrated.
When I got there it was 7AM, DP's mom drove us and I had to listen to her speech of it's 2009, there's no need to deal with that pain
they checked my cervix and I was 3cm dilated, 100% effaced and she had moved to -1. They hooked me up to the monitor and had me on the bed. I was ok in the beginning, chillin there. I would just move from one position to the other and kept messing up the reading from the monitor and the nurse got mad. Did I mention I hated this nurse? I did! My labor went fast and intense, almost TOO intense and I didnt have time to cope. It was overwhelming. On top of all that I kept going to the bathroom and also throwing up. So I had IV fluids and I was not only in so much pain, but most of all I was so uncomfortable in that bed. I was begging the nurse to take the monitor off for a moment, she refused. I dont know why I didnt just rip the thing off. I felt bad my mom didnt get to be there, because she would've made sure it got taken off. I begged to walk, but no, I couldnt. I begged to please just let me lay on my right side, but no I couldnt. I just laid there squirming my legs in hopes to make the pain bearable. I was so frustrated that I ended up asking for an epidural. How can I cope with pain when I cant do anything to be comfortable? DP was trying his best, but he just couldnt bare seeing me in pain and he's a very passive person. I also know he supported my idea of a natural birth, but secretly wanted me to take the epidural. He just believes that's what's better. I got the epidural when I was having the WORST contractions. There was almost no rest between them. They said in 20 minutes it'll start working. After 10 minutes I told the nurse I feel like pushing. It was 11am. She didnt believe me and I told her, I do, I feel like pushing. The doctor checked me and what do you know? Im 10cm dilated. Had I known this I wouldnt have taken the stupid epidural, I would just have gone to pushing and found strenght to keep going somewhere.
Instead what happened is that my contractions got further and further apart, almost 10 minutes apart and pushing wasnt being very productive. The epidural made my super fast labor, become a slow one. So what happened then? I got pitocin. Still the contractions were super far apart. I couldnt feel my legs or anything. I think that also made pushing more difficult. After 2 hours they were asking me if I could keep going. I said yeah, it wasnt a matter of if I could, believe me I was not only tired, but sad with myself because I felt like I was weak and by taking the epidural I put myself in this situation. They started talking about forceps and I was like nooo..Im gonna keep pushing. The next contraction I said to myself, baby you're getting out of there and 1/5 of the head came out, the doctor asked me to touch it, it gave me the strenght to keep going. I think it took 4 or 5 more pushes to get her out. Her cord was super short. The doctor was amazed that she actually came out the birth canal. They cut it, put her on my belly, she cried by herself and looked at me with wonderous eyes. None of what happened before mattered anymore and we fell in love. DP went with her while they took her weight and everything. It was beautiful to see him admiring her, she stopped crying as he looked at her. And since then she has been great at breastfeeding, our first session was 20 minutes long on each breast. I was scared about it, because I hadnt read much and didnt go to a class or anything, but it seems like she knows what to do
She kinda sucks on everything near her, we were laying in bed earlier and she almost puts DP's knee in her mouth haha.
Here are the pictures!
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Edit: Oh and I got a 2nd degree tear
, probably from pushing so hard in a not so favorable position and being unable to feel it.
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