Well I had Chloe on July 28th at 742 pm. Sorry I'm so slow! We have been adjusting! One of us (Chloe) better than the other (me). She was 7 pounds 13oz and 20 inches long.
My water broke Wednesday at 4pm. My contractions picked up immediately so I called L & D and they said to come in. I was excited and ready to get the ball rolling. I got to the hospital at 530pm. I decided to labour at the hospital, I got some dinner and walked around for a bit with my mom. Hubby wasn't off work yet and he didn't need to rush up there in my opinion. He got there around 7pm and we walked around, talked, and dealt with the contractions. Every time one would roll in I would chant "Open, open, open" and squat down while he rubbed my back. I was getting tired by 11pm and I figured since I was still in a "calmer" part of labour to get some rest. The contractions felt harder when I was in bed but I was able to get around an hour of sleep, the rest of the time I was up walking around, on the birthing ball or in the rocking chair.
The nurse came in at 230am to check me and I was at 6cm. I thought GREAT Chloe will be here by noon! (What an optimist I am) I decided to labour in the tub for a bit as my back pain was getting worse. I will make note now that at my last dr appt they noted that Chloe was turning sunny side up. I got in the tub and that was heavenly. I was in there for what seemed like ever. I didn't wake Michael up because I figured there was no point really, I was doing fine. Since I was at 6cm the nurse also brought in the birthing tank because she too figured I'd being having Chloe within a few hours. At this point time starts to get fuzzy for me. The back labour started around early morning hours and were kicking my butt big time. I would contract, puke and have diarhea. Most of the early morning hours I spent labouring on the toilet. I had it written in my birth plan that no one was to offer me pain medication and no one did. I was grateful for that because even though I may have had Chloe sooner ( epis usually slow labour thus causing you to get a Pit drip to speed it back up), I held out as long as I could. I must have been blacking out from exhaustion during the morning because I don't really remember much. I do remember getting up fromt he toilet, going to the sink, looking at myself and being horrified. I looked like death. I was gaunt, ashy and like death was knocking on my door. Michael was awake and had been helping me get through the back labour, I told him I needed to get to my bed and call the nurse. By now I know it was noon and I told the nurse nothing was working to manage the back labour, what were my options. She doubled checked with me to make sure I wanted pain meds and I said yes, that I was beyond the point of knowing what was going on and I needed to bring myself back. She gave me my choices (Nubain, Stadol and Epidural). I chose the epidural. I didn't like the idea that Nubain/Stadol made you feel drunk, that scared me. Before they gave me the Epi, they did a cervical check and I was still at 6cm. I had stalled out which was incredibly frustrating to realize. I wouldn't have been so annouyed with the back labour pain had it been more productive. I felt like my body had just wasted 10 hours with these mindless, painful contractions.
The anethegiolost (sp?!) came in and as she was talking to me about my "rights", I was blacking out, I was so exhausted. I was still coherent but I remember she kept fading away. Once they got the epidural going I felt so much better. I only pressed the self-release button twice through the course of the afternoon. I was able to rest and gather my strength back. They did come in and tell me they wanted me to get a Pitocin drip, I agreed to having one of the smallest dosages possible. By 5pm I could feel some pressure in my bottom. I asked for the Pit to be turned off and the epi turned down. By 6 i was pushing, i watched for a little while in the mirror but i kept getting the giggles. I get the giggles during serious moments all the time. I had em during our wedding, I can't control it. The nurses were like KEEP LAUGHING! SHE'S MOVING DOWN! At one point I got the shakes really bad and started puking. The puking helped move her down as well so I guess that "fight or flight" hormone is pretty useful.
I only pushed for an hour and 42 minutes. It felt like 20 minutes. I was in labour and delivery a total of 27 hours and 42 minutes. I wouldn't take a single thing back. It wasn't in my "plan" to get an epidural and it wasn't in my plan to have a non-water birth. My biggest lesson was knowing when to say when. I was having back labour and went 20 hours without any meds. I'm pretty proud of myself for that. I proved to myself I could endure and I proved to myself I could trust my body to tell me when it had had enough. I know some people don't consider a birth assisted with meds natural and in the sense of the word natural, no I didn't have a natural birth but I did what I felt was right. I remember enough of Chloe's arrival to tell this much of her story. She was healthy and happy and beautiful when she came out. She's happy and healthy and beautiful right now. I wouldn't trade her arrival for anything...in fact I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
I've never been so in love with someone before. She's so amazing and perfect.
Edited by Mama Ana - 12/27/11 at 3:05pm