I was admitted, given antibiotics, and around 8pm pitocin was started. My ctx were already picking up before the pitocin started, but the pit soon had them 2 minutes apart. Those pitocin ctx were horrible and it didn't help that my water was broken, that definitely intensifies things. I was also very tired, so that I was too tired to stand up, which is my usual coping mechanism. I was totally frustrated by the i.v. And continuous monitoring, neither of which I've ever had to deal with before, I couldn't move far in any direction. Anyway, with the help of my dh and midwife I made it through the ctx. I felt like I was in transition when a new doctor came in, checked me and told me I was 6cm and baby was high. I was very discouraged, though my midwife told me not to worry, she didn't think it was accurate. After this I soon felt baby moving down and at the peak of each ctx had an overwhelming pushy feeling. my new nurse kept telling me not to push, and then she couldn't find the baby's heart rate anymore (she was looking too high) and I ended up with a scalp monitor. The involuntary pushing came more and more. And that stupid nurse kept telling me not to push, as if I could help it! My dh and mw told me to listen to my body.
Soon the doctor came in telling me I was just hurting myself by pushing too soon, then seeing the baby's heart rate go down to the 90's with each ctx she began telling me I needed a c section. My mw kept asking the dr to check me again and she refused because it was impossible. Well finally she did and baby was crowning! Baby had a nuchal hand and the cord loosely wrapped around his neck. I ended up with dh and mw pushing my legs way back (I was on my back, but tilted sideways still not flat) while everyone shouted push at me. He was blue when he came out, but pinked up quickly. They immediately started up the pit again and some young dr began pulling on the cord, I objected and then the main dr began, rather painfully, massaging my uterus instead to encourage the placenta to come out. They had cut baby's cord and rushed him to the baby table, but ended up bringing him back right away. I nursed him, went to the bathroom, nursed him some more, my mw went to get us food (I was starving! It was 1am when he was born and I hadn't eaten since lunch.) which I ended up only getting 2 bites of.
The doctor was concerned I was bleeding too much. After a second trip to the bathroom, I felt woozy. So we agreed to let her look. She was convinced I was bleeding from tearing my cervix. After a dose of something to take the edge off the pain, she basically stuck her hands inside me and scooped out the blood and clots so that she could see my cervix. I had only one tiny tear that was not bleeding,she didn't stitch it. Turned out my lower uterus wasn't contracting, so I ended up with another medication (in my rectum, fun fun fun) to help me contract, another medication to counteract the side effects (nausea and diarrhea) of the first one and some midol. Then she used a spoon like thing to scrape my uterus and did some more vigorous (and painful) uterus massage. And gave me a catheter. I ended up losing 1.5 liters of blood and am now anemic.
After this procedure, dh went with baby to the nursery for I don't remember what since we refused all shots. But then they couldn't come back to the delivery room, they had to wait till I was moved to a recovery room which took 2hours. I have never been separated from my newborn before. I did have him for two hours post birth, then dh held him for an hour or so during my procedure, then dh was with him in the nursery (though I don't know if he held him then, or could just see him. I will have to ask him) for 2 hours. I did sleep for 1.5 hrs, which was nice, while they kept me under observation in the delivery room. But when I woke I was desperate to see my baby and had to wait another 30+ minutes.
This was such a far cry from my previous intervention free births. It was such an UNnatural experience. I had no trust in that dr and I felt like a walking drug store (I had 7 different substances in my body by the end) not to mention the very invasive post birth procedure (which typically would be done with an epidural). I've been angry, I've been sad, now I don't know what to think. Did I really need all that? Or is it just an example of how one hospital intervention leads to another and another in a snowball? This was our last baby, so I'm also grieving over my lost chance for another home birth. after this experience I realize how great my previous hospital birth was, everything I disliked about that one (which made me really look forward to a home birth) was multiplied by a thousand this time. I think the fact that I couldn't cope in my usual ways, but instead relied heavily on my dh to get me through each ctx (he really was wonderful) also makes me feel like a failure some how.
Eta: my baby weighed in at 10 lbs 13 oz at birth, but only 9 lbs 3 oz the next day, so his birth weight is unknown. But I think somewhere between 9 lbs 3 oz and 9 lbs 8 oz. My other kids were all around 9 lbs; 9 lbs 7 oz, 8 lbs 13 oz, 9 lbs 0.5 oz.
Edited by Vaquitita - 12/11/13 at 1:16pm