Just when I felt sure that I would be pregnant forever, Owen Michael made his way into the world this morning at 6:21. I will post more later, this Mama is tired.
Edited by Simonsez2u - 11/29/12 at 4:51pm
After being admitted to the hospital Saturday for a horrible stomach virus and going to my doctors appointment on Monday only to be told I was still dilated to 1cm, I felt I was never going to have this baby. I requested that my membranes be swept since this helped get things started with my other two and went home. I started having a few contractions Monday night that got my attention but nothing consistent. Tuesday I started losing bits of my mucus plug but still no consistent contractions. However, I had a strong feeling that something would happen soon. Around 9pm I went to bed and at 10pm I was awakened by a pretty strong contraction that I had to focus through. I got out of bed, because I did not want to be taken by surprise like that again, and began to pace around the house. The contractions started to develop a pattern and I asked my Mom to fill the bath. I stayed in there for about an hour. When I started to get vocal with the contractions I decided it would probably be a good idea to get ready to go to the hospital and have my MIL come to stay with the DS and DD.
At the hospital I was told I was only at 3cm. I got a double whammy when they told me they would contact the doctor on call instead of my regular doctor. This is where my birth plan started going out the window. I insisted that my DH call our doctor but he was reluctant not knowing the protocol in this situation. We agreed that if the on call doctor did VBAC's she would do. Turns out she was okay with it but wanted me to be monitored for one hour to make sure I was in active labor. I raised hell and said that I could labor at home and come back instead of being tied up to monitors in bed (I live a block from the hospital). We compromised and I was able to labor in a rocker. It took about 30 minutes and I got to 4cm and was admitted to a room.
On the way to the room I was told that the doc did not want me moving around during labor and wanted me to be monitored constantly. Need I say not in my birth plan. Once I got in bed, got hooked up to an IV and the monitors, and labored through a few contractions I thought screw this I can not labor naturally like this. I asked for an epidural at 6cm and you know what it was a totally different experience from the first time. I could move my legs and feel the contractions but the pain was gone. It was not as bad as I had feared. The baby was tolerating everything well and I labored on for the next three and a half hours.
When DS started moving down and the contractions started getting stronger things got hairy. Suddenly nurses appeared out of no where and started "tickling" baby's head to get his heart rate up. When this did not work they flipped me on my side, then had me get on all fours. The doctor came in, checked me at 8 1/2cm, and told me she was concerned about the heart rate declining too drastically and not stabilizing. At this point I am terrified and DH is literally about to pass out. She told me she wanted to give me the birth I wanted but first and foremost she was going to give me a healthy baby. She told the nurses to prepare the operating room in case. With that said she wanted me to push once with everything I had and she was going to see if she could help me get to 10cm. At this point I did not care if she cut me open I just wanted the baby out and asked her how long it would take to do it. She said not long but she wanted to see if we could do it vaginally first. So I pushed with everything I had, the entire time listening to the heartbeat get slower and slower. Then everything happened in an urgent, super rush. The doctor exclaimed we are going to have this baby right now. They helped me in stirrups, got my bottom down to the end of the bed, had me push through two contractions, it felt like the doctor literally pulled him out, and he was on my belly. It happened so fast I was just in shock and immensely relieved. He came out screaming his head off and even the doctor said she did not understand the heart rate decels because nothing was wrong with him. She even questioned the accuracy of the strip fetal monitor. He was a healthy 7lbs 15 ozs and his APGARS were high. I did tear again, third degree, but its healing fine so far. We are just thrilled to have our little guy safe and sound. He looks almost exactly like his older brother, really the resemblance is uncanny.
Everyone is home and we are loving this time to get to know each other. He is stellar at the breastfeeding and fed like a champ the minute he was placed on my chest. I am in love and awe that we have this LO to complete our family and so very grateful .