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Saturday May 8th, DH and I went shopping with our friend C,who is visiting here from Canada (she came to be here for the baby's birth). Around 3pm we were in a store and I was getting very tired, so I walked to the front of the store and sat down to rest while C finished up her shopping. When we got up to leave I felt a little "wet" but didn't think much of it because well, pregnancy causes "stuff" heh.
We came home and went to DH's parents house for dinner, while there things were feeling "odd" but no contractions so I wasn't sure if it really was my water or just excess mucus. By 8pm I was almost sure it could have been my water, so we decided to place in a call to the nurse to see if I should come in, or wait for any contractions.
After calling the nurse, at first she said I should wait until I am in labor, but once she pulled up my medical chart and saw that the baby has a history of breech presentation and that I'm high risk she told us to go on in and make sure it wasn't water leaking, if it was they'd keep me, if not send me home.
So, I hopped in the shower (just in case) and then we headed out to Denver, on the way I kept joking that if it wasn't my water then I was going to be pretty darn embarrassed for peeing all over myself so much, lol.
Just as we pulled into the parking lot and I got out of the car, my water broke for sure, gushed all over the place, and dang I was embarrassed, I had just put on clean pj's and had nothing else to wear, even though we were right outside the hospital, I didn't want to walk in soaking wet, how sad huh, lol. So I made DH open up my suitcase and grab my robe for me to put on, for the short walk to the elevator and up to the 2nd floor.
We got there and checked in, and the nurse came to get me, took one look at me and said "oh yeah that's your water" they didn't even test it to be sure, not that there was any doubt by then, hah.
Because I had told the nurse that I felt some wetness earlier in the day they weren't exactly sure when my water broke (even though I told her that it broke for sure in the parking lot) she went and spoke to the doctor and he decided to start labor up with pitocin, because I wasn't having contractions. At that moment I knew that my birth plan was going right out the freaking window and I was annoyed.
I didn't want an IV and I damn sure didn't want pitocin. I realized they were doing it to make sure the baby didn't get an infection because the longer water is broken the higher the risk, but at the same time I wanted a natural birth with no interventions.
The nurse came back in and hooked up the IV around 11:00pm (about that time DH walks back in with a copy of my birth plan, which was then almost useless but the nurse took it anyway) I requested that they start the pitocin very low and let me try to walk to get labor going on my own, she informed me that once pitocin was started my butt was hooked up to monitors and couldn't unhook them.
There went my plan to use the bath tub for pain relief, there went my plan to use the birth ball and there went my plan to walk and move around for labor. I was starting to get very annoyed, but decided that the end result was going to be worth it so I went with the flow so to say.
Contractions started out pretty mild and I was able to talk and make conversation with C and DH while they were happening. About every hour or so the nurse came back in and upped the pitocin. They had checked my cervix when I arrived and it was 1 1/2 cm and the baby was not engaged in the pelvis she was still floating, so the doctor told me I'd be in for a long night and day ahead.
Around 3am the nurse checked my cervix again and I was only 3 cm and I started to get very discouraged, the contractions hurt alot and I was having trouble breathing through them with out panicking, and to know I was only at 3cm sucked. She kept coming back and upping the pitocin and I was getting more and more annoyed, I wanted to sit straight up, I wanted to get in the tub and I wanted to rock on the birth ball. I kept saying I had to pee, since she said that was the only reason I could get out of bed , heh.
So about every 30 min or so DH and C unhooked me and I got up and sat on the toilet, whether I had to pee or not. (And now that I think about it, I am pretty sure that getting up and sitting there helped me dialate more quickly), at one point I said "screw the nurse I'm sitting on the ball" and once I sat there I could manage the pain SO much better, in fact I was able to talk to DH and C again and joke around that it was much easier, of course sitting there they lost the heartrate for the baby and the nurse came back in, I told her I didn't want to get up and she tried to get the baby's heart range on the monitors but the way I was sitting made in impossible and she told me "I'm sorry but we can't let you sit in a position that doesn't allow us to watch the baby" so back to the bed I went. She offered to check my cervix again but I declined because I was sure that I had not dilated anymore and didn't want to be upset.
I laid on my side for a while with DH rubbing my back during contractions (he was SO wonderful) and C giving me ice chips, the contractions were coming about a minute apart and felt like as soon as one ended the other began. By 5am I was finding it very hard to keep myself calm and in control so I started talking about wanting to get the epidural. I never had one before, and always said I would never ever get one, but I was also counting on not being in bed for the entire labor. DH tried to talk me out of it (as I asked him to do before hand, just in case I asked for it) the nurse came in and I started asking questions about how the epidural was done and what was involved etc. She asked me if I wanted it, since I had basically said 'hell no' in my birth plan. DH was asking questions about the effect on the baby and she was answering him and also trying to reassure me that I was doing fine. It sure didn't feel fine though.
Around 6am I had pretty much decided I needed some pain relief, although I was upset because I KNEW if I could only have gotten out of the bed I wouldn't have needed it at all, every time I got up and sat on the toilet or got up and walked around a bit (pretending to be on the way to the bathroom) the pain was lessened and I was in control.
When the nurse came back in I told her that I'd get the epidural since I was sure that I hadn't progressed much since last cervix check and didn't know how much more I could handle, by that time both DH and I had been up for more than 24 hours and it was starting to wear on us both.
The nurse was going to check my cervix then, but said since I was getting the epidural that she'd wait and not put me through that, her shift ended at 7 and a new nurse came in. At the same time the epidural dude came in too, the new nurse decided to check me before they inserted the epi and see how far I had progressed, we were all very surprised to find that I had gotten to 7 1/2 centimeters, I was sure that it would be 4-5 at the most. After hearing that I felt much better, all the pain was obviously doing something.
After the epidural was in at 7:30am I started to feel much better, I had requested the lowest dosage possible and the doctor asked me if I was sure, I was. I wanted to feel something and not be totally numb. So he set it as low as it would go and left. I told DH he should start calling people since I was at 7 1/2 centimeters and it wouldn't be long, so he started making phone calls to let his folks know it was time.
Around 8:30 I started to feel very cold and shivering, also like I was going to throw up, I remembered that feeling from my first two and knew it was probably transition, the new nurse came back and brought me some warm blankets and a puke bucket. She decided to check me at that point and I was about 9 1/2 and the baby still hadn't engaged yet, she didn't want me to start pushing until her head was down, so we waited it out.
At around 9:00am I started to feel some very weird sensations, like a grinding in my pelvis, and boy did it hurt. Every contraction I felt this intense pressure and it really felt like my hips were going to explode (I know now it was her head making its way down) DH and C kept looking between my legs saying "oh that's interesting" and "never seen THAT before" heh. The nurse came back in around 9:30 and checked me again and said I was complete and the baby's head was "almost" where we needed it to be and asked me to do a few practice pushes. I guess my "practice" pushes were pretty darn good, because all of a sudden she was telling me not to push and was paging the doctor to come in for delivery.
Just as the doctor came in (who happened to actually be MY doctor, what a nice surprise! as we were expecting a different one) he asked me how much I thought the baby would weigh, since Jamie was 9.6 and I was thinking she would be close, I said 8.2 and he said "we'll see!"
They got me set up to push and away we went. It was much easier than I remembered and didn't take long at all for her to start crowning. About that time my mother in law peeked her head in the door and asked me if I wanted the kids to come in ( I had said previously that they could be there for the birth) I think I was in the middle of a contraction and said something like "sure, whatever, I don't care" The door was semi-opened and the kids could hear everything, but the curtain was closed.
While MIL was standing there, the doctor said "someone needs to help her hold her legs up to push better" so MIL grabbed one leg and DH grabbed the other, while C snapped away with the camera, about 2-3 pushes later and the baby's head was out. I didn't know it at the time, but the cord was wrapped around her neck twice, and the doctor carefully removed it and laid her on my chest.
She wasn't crying at all so he told us to rub her ALOT and make her cry, so we rubbed and rubbed and she started screaming. Such a sweet sound
MIL immediately went out and got the kids, so while they didn't witness the birth they were able to hear it and see their baby sister immediately afterwards.
DH started to cry and then that made me cry, I couldn't really see her, and no one had said "its a girl, or its a boy" even though the ultrasound had said it was a girl, I wasn't convinced. From my angle where she was laying, all I could see was her very swollen labia which looked like testicles to me, so I said "its a...?" and everyone said "OH! girl!" heh.
My father in law came in at that point, couldn't have been more than 3 minutes after she was born and started taking pictures, there were flashes going from every angle in the room (although my FIL was very careful to take discreet pictures)
Just before we had started pushing, the doctor asked DH if he was going to cut the cord, and he said YES, he also said that I wanted the cord to stop pulsing before it was cut and the doctor said that was fine. It was almost the only thing in my birth plan that actually went as I wanted it to, he waited quite a long time to cut the cord, and even at one point said to me "I don't feel any more pulsing, but we can wait a bit longer if you wish" we went ahead and cut it at that point. I'm guessing it was at least 5-7 minutes. After that the placenta was delivered, and the doctor showed it to the kids and explained how it worked for the baby, they were very interested in it and curious. I had a small tear and needed 2 stitches to fix me up.
After a lil while the nurse asked me if I wanted to try to breast-feed her, and of course I said yes! Elliana latched right on and was very alert and suckling good, she nursed for at least 12 min on the first side and 10 on the second. After she nursed a bit the nursery nurse came in to do her weight and check-ups. She weighed 7 pounds 2 oz. and was 19 inches exactly.
After they finished that up, the nurse wrapped her up and gave her back to DH to bring to me. We spent some great time just staring at her and crying happily. I cried so much my contacts were getting very cloudy and I needed to put my glasses on, so DH took the baby and let the kids each hold her while I did my glasses. After that the grandparents got to hold her and my friend C also. At that point my other friend M came in, she was hoping to be there when the baby was born but got lost on the way to the hospital and didn't make it in time.
We were discharged 24 hours later, I felt great and had almost zero pain, my milk came in 2 days after she was born and she's been nursing happily since.
For a few days after her birth I experienced some depression and sadness about how the birth went, the end result was SO worth it and really the only important thing, but at the same time I wanted everything to be different and was disappointed that I got the epidural (not that I think there is anything wrong with them) I just didn't want one.
Its been exactly 3 weeks now and I can happily say that I am over my disappointments about the way things went during labor. I don't feel like it was a "failure" anymore and I'm so happy to have my lil "velcro" baby!