I'm not at all a frequent poster on MDC, so please forgive me spilling such an intimate story among strangers.
DD is almost 7 months old, and she is a joy I never expected to have! My only other child is my wonderful son who just turned 15 y/o, so DD was definitely a surprise (a good one, but a surprise!).
During pregnancy, DH and I discussed birth plans, options, choices, and worked with a wonderful mama/baby-friendly midwife. We decided that having a low maintenance, low interference labor and delivery was the best way to go. After all, I was only in labor with DS for 2 hours and had no problems with delivery, including no epidural.
Labor with DD turned into a whole 'nother ballgame. Despite being so well-prepared with information, relaxation techniques, coping techniques and tools, I rapidly started losing control after we got to the birthing center (please, please, please don't roll your eyes, at least in responses in this thread. I can't deal with it.). I got into the whirlpool, which helped, but the damned thing STOPPED WORKING after I'd been in for maybe half an hour.......literally, the jets stopped working, the heat stopped working, everything
. So there went that helpful tool.
Walking hurt. Sitting hurt. Standing hurt. Laying down hurt. My nurse was incredibly helpful and supportive, as were DH and my midwife. But nothing helped. And I begged for Stadol (I'm crying as I write this....7 months later, and it still hurts to think about it). Everyone tried to help me past wanting chemical pain relief (which was what was in my birth plan), but I finally begged till they gave it to me. It helped with pain very briefly, but then made me so stoned I couldn't function
I was falling asleep between contractions, then waking up disoriented and frightened when the next one would hit a minute or two later. So I begged for more (thinking a shot would be a lower intervention than an epidural). My nurse and midwife told me that if I received any within 4 hours of my baby's birth, the baby would have to go to the special care nursery for observation because it could interfere with her breathing.
And here's where I feel really, really ashamed. I said I didn't care...I just wanted it to stop hurting
God, I feel sick just writing that.
So they gave me more Stadol. No surprise, but all it did was make me even more out of control with no additional pain relief. I continued trying to do things for relief...changing positions, breathing, but I was so out of it, it was like a nightmare. I was stalled out at roughly 9.5 centimeters (midwife checked at my request) for hours. No surprise...I think my body was rebelling against my fear and anxiety
. I hit the wall, so to speak.
So to finally end my misery, I begged for an epidural. So at 9.5 centimeters, I got my stupid epidural. And nothing ever felt so good in my life. I felt so good I even volunteered for my in-laws to come in the room for a bit. I was still stoned off the Stadol, but since the pain was gone at least that part of the disorientation was gone.
Less than 20 minutes after getting the epi my midwife checked me again, and I was finally at 10 cm. And I pushed my beautiful baby girl into the world. She was crying heartily, but was dusky, so they gave her some oxygen. Her blood sugar was low (I had GD), so that combined with my Stadol spree meant she went to special care for several hours. So I didn't get to even try to nurse her till some time that night (but one a bright note, our nursing relationship survived and thrived....we're still nursing strong!).
One nurse told me that I couldn't go to the nursery, only DH and one other person. I was still in such a haze that I didn't argue...till later. My nurse got me a wheelchair and took me to the nursery so I could finally *really* see her.
But now......it's all such a haze. I can hardly remember anything about my labor and her birth
I so regret having the damned Stadol
DH's mom took some pictures of DD as they were taking her out of the birthing room, then some pictures of DH with her in the nursery. I can't even think about those pictures.....it just makes me cry (which is what made me post this long, whiny post in the first place, talking to DH about getting copies of those pics). If I hadn't been so selfish, she could have stayed in the room with us. If I hadn't insisted on narcotics, thinking it would be lower intervention than an epidural, maybe I could remember more about what was probably the last time I'll give birth. She is perfectly healthy and beautiful now, but she was so tiny and vulnerable, and all I could think about was *me*.
If anyone has made it through my whine, help yourself to some cheese, and thanks for reading. I just needed to get it out somewhere. DH doesn't really "get it", and I just don't feel like talking about it to any of my friends.
Lisa
DD is almost 7 months old, and she is a joy I never expected to have! My only other child is my wonderful son who just turned 15 y/o, so DD was definitely a surprise (a good one, but a surprise!).
During pregnancy, DH and I discussed birth plans, options, choices, and worked with a wonderful mama/baby-friendly midwife. We decided that having a low maintenance, low interference labor and delivery was the best way to go. After all, I was only in labor with DS for 2 hours and had no problems with delivery, including no epidural.
Labor with DD turned into a whole 'nother ballgame. Despite being so well-prepared with information, relaxation techniques, coping techniques and tools, I rapidly started losing control after we got to the birthing center (please, please, please don't roll your eyes, at least in responses in this thread. I can't deal with it.). I got into the whirlpool, which helped, but the damned thing STOPPED WORKING after I'd been in for maybe half an hour.......literally, the jets stopped working, the heat stopped working, everything
. So there went that helpful tool.Walking hurt. Sitting hurt. Standing hurt. Laying down hurt. My nurse was incredibly helpful and supportive, as were DH and my midwife. But nothing helped. And I begged for Stadol (I'm crying as I write this....7 months later, and it still hurts to think about it). Everyone tried to help me past wanting chemical pain relief (which was what was in my birth plan), but I finally begged till they gave it to me. It helped with pain very briefly, but then made me so stoned I couldn't function
I was falling asleep between contractions, then waking up disoriented and frightened when the next one would hit a minute or two later. So I begged for more (thinking a shot would be a lower intervention than an epidural). My nurse and midwife told me that if I received any within 4 hours of my baby's birth, the baby would have to go to the special care nursery for observation because it could interfere with her breathing.And here's where I feel really, really ashamed. I said I didn't care...I just wanted it to stop hurting

God, I feel sick just writing that.So they gave me more Stadol. No surprise, but all it did was make me even more out of control with no additional pain relief. I continued trying to do things for relief...changing positions, breathing, but I was so out of it, it was like a nightmare. I was stalled out at roughly 9.5 centimeters (midwife checked at my request) for hours. No surprise...I think my body was rebelling against my fear and anxiety
. I hit the wall, so to speak.So to finally end my misery, I begged for an epidural. So at 9.5 centimeters, I got my stupid epidural. And nothing ever felt so good in my life. I felt so good I even volunteered for my in-laws to come in the room for a bit. I was still stoned off the Stadol, but since the pain was gone at least that part of the disorientation was gone.
Less than 20 minutes after getting the epi my midwife checked me again, and I was finally at 10 cm. And I pushed my beautiful baby girl into the world. She was crying heartily, but was dusky, so they gave her some oxygen. Her blood sugar was low (I had GD), so that combined with my Stadol spree meant she went to special care for several hours. So I didn't get to even try to nurse her till some time that night (but one a bright note, our nursing relationship survived and thrived....we're still nursing strong!).
One nurse told me that I couldn't go to the nursery, only DH and one other person. I was still in such a haze that I didn't argue...till later. My nurse got me a wheelchair and took me to the nursery so I could finally *really* see her.
But now......it's all such a haze. I can hardly remember anything about my labor and her birth
I so regret having the damned Stadol
DH's mom took some pictures of DD as they were taking her out of the birthing room, then some pictures of DH with her in the nursery. I can't even think about those pictures.....it just makes me cry (which is what made me post this long, whiny post in the first place, talking to DH about getting copies of those pics). If I hadn't been so selfish, she could have stayed in the room with us. If I hadn't insisted on narcotics, thinking it would be lower intervention than an epidural, maybe I could remember more about what was probably the last time I'll give birth. She is perfectly healthy and beautiful now, but she was so tiny and vulnerable, and all I could think about was *me*.If anyone has made it through my whine, help yourself to some cheese, and thanks for reading. I just needed to get it out somewhere. DH doesn't really "get it", and I just don't feel like talking about it to any of my friends.
Lisa











maybe not exactly as planned but you did it. 
Try to enjoy your little miracle daughter.
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AND SO excited to be
February 2006!