I actually got this all written the other day and got some error that terminated my internet connection and POOF, it was gone! At least my labor was short, so my story will be too. Hopefully I can get it all down before ds wakes up again; it's my first day home alone!!
Oh and Rachel, hang in there - I can so relate, though now five days post partum, the waiting seems like it was eons ago. And all of you who miss being pg - I do not understand!!! It was so nice yesterday in the shower to see my cooch again without looking in the mirror!!
OK - the birth story:
Thursday woke up with bloody show, but no action all day. Had our tests done and everyone felt like it was okay to keep on waiting. Friday a.m., more bloody show, no action. Mw suggested starging cohoshes which I did around 2p.m. Dh and I went for two walks, which gave me a couple contrax on hills, but that's about it. Fridya was also my book club meeting and I told dh that if there was nothing exciting happening by 5:30, I was making me dish and going. He agreed, tho insisted on coming along so I wouldn't drive and he mostly wanted me in his sights.:LOL So, off to book group, ate good indian food, talked and laughted alot with the other women. I had about a half dozen ctx there over two hours, but very manageable. Came home early so we could rest, thinking we'd wake up in the middle of the night to go to the birth center. In bed by 8:30, but I had a few ctx, one really long, strong one that just got my mind going. From there, even tho the ctx were not close together, my mind was racing - my mom was in the next room (not planned, and was keeping from getting into the birth zone), dd was asleep down the hall, plus I stressed about the drive to the bc (45 mins). So about 9:30, woke up dh, told him I just wanted to be there, even if we got there and went back to bed until things got rocking.
Off we go, while back at the house, my mom and mil who apparently had this secret pact, were on the phone, mil came over so they could both be here waiting, trying to out-grandmother each other with dd. . . . .ugh.
Had ctx on the way about 10 mins apart, but very breathable, not big deal.
Got to the bc about 10:30 and settled in; got checked and was about 2.5 cms. No biggy. Everyone went to bed by 10:50, but now my ctx were about 8 mins apart, still very manageable, but making me need the bathroom between each one. Dh snoozed and I hung out in the bathroom. Mw#2 arrived and though planning to sleep herself, was listening intently to my breathing. My last breathable ctx was at 11:15, I remember looking at my watch thinking, I'd see my son around 3 or 4 a.m. I called my dh to the bathroom b/c I already had another hard ctx that required some vocalization.
I spent about 30 mins in the bathroom with hard ctx, mw#1 came back (she lives on the other side of the house), and I made my way back to the bedroom/birthroom. I tried to get comfortable, but it was impossible. Mws were exchanging glances about how fast the ctx were. I begged to get into the pool, which mw had said earlier was off limits until 5cms. They didn't even check me and said OK! This made it somewhat easier to ride out the ctx, but they were fast and furious. I tried when I could, to think "OPEN" and concentrate. Dh was just hanging on to me, telling me I was doing well and occassionally reminded me that each ctx brought us closer to meeting our bean. By 12:35 I was ready to push; the vocalization which by then had become recitations of "I'm not sure I can keep this up", made me think transition was near. I recalled that just when you think 'I've had it', you're usually ready to transition, so this gave me some hope though it seemed impossible since so short a time had elapsed and my waters hadn't even broken. So, I told mw there was pressure and the vocalizations turned to gutteral grunty noises. I made one practice push to test things out (apparently this broke my waters) and then three strong pushes later, ds was born. When his head was delivered, mw#1 felt down and though he was breech; she's cursing 'breech' and saying 'I knew it!', but mw#2 was like "I can see his face!". . . . ds had been riding so askew in there that he had a head like ET, really long. Mw#1 felt the back side of his head and it was so smooth and round and long that she mistook it for his butt. He will never live down 'butthead'. Anyway, mw#1 said I am lucky to have a pelvis like a barn (I took it as a compliment) b/c that's how I pushed a basically OP baby out in three strong pushes.
We had a little drama afterwards where I bled for while and had some questionable placental fragments (I have a history of previa and severe hemmorhage), so they were not taking chances. Problem was that my body still thought it was in labor so my pains never stopped. I was a mess for about two hours, convulsing some and bleeding some, trying to stay alert and feeling really bad for dh and ds. Mws called the hospital, got some more suggestions to try before a transport the the hosp would be necessary, which thankfully, did the trick. By 4 a.m. were all settling into bed for some much needed rest.
We came home Sat evening, less than 24 hours after arriving. We kicked out the moms Sunday (though mil showed up unannounced sun p.m. with two carloads of relatives. . . .
. Mw came on Monday to check us all out. We are fine!
Ds went to the dr. yesterday and she agrees, he is perfect, even if a touch overcooked. He is nursing pretty well, my milk is in and today is my first day at home alone. A neighbor is bringing us dinner (you'd think with two moms in the house for a coupld of days we'd have a clean house and two weeks of meals, but I had a messy house, no food but a happy dd, . . . . ).
That's our deal. It's nice to be in this chapter and I look foward to our further conversatiosn on the lwab board.
to the mamas still waiting. I know it's hard, but it won't be long now, honest!!
Little dude is waking up, so must go!