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Ok, now for the quick run-down of what happened... (I've got about 5 mintues of free-time left!)
Water broke on Friday. Labored sporadically over the weekend. Amniotic sack re-sealed. Water rebroke. Water resealed. Husband calls m/w every night...
Monday: Went to m/w's back-up physican over the weekend to ease the minds of husband and family that the baby was OK. Baby was fine. Back-up physican broke my water "on accident" during examination. I'm 5cm and totally effaced. Ultrasound showed perfectly healthy baby boy... Labored all night. Husband called m/w but I wasn't ready. Midwife went home.
Tuesday: Husband calls m/w, she comes over and we all share a long talk. My labor always miraculously stops when she comes over. The baby is really low and I'm starting to complain of some odd pain in my butt. It's like a charlie horse in the colonic sphincter that runs parallel to the cervix. Apperantly all of the start-stop labor has really irritated it. I figure this out after the midwife leaves around 4pm and I really, really go into labor and it hurts HIJJUS. The contractions I can deal with, but the pain in my posterior becomes excruciating. I lie down on the bed and press my sacrum with the weight of my whole body.
Around 11 pm I tell my husband to call the m/w. The pain is damn near unbearable and I'm certain that it's interfering with my cervix's ability to do it's job. M/W arrives and I'm right--I'm still only 5cm. We make the decision to transport.
12pm, Wednesday morning. We arrive at the nearest hospital (3 miles away) and prepare for maltreatment by mean doctors and nurses. This, it turns out, was totally unecessary. I could not have planned a better transfer scenario. The physican on call was a 30 year veteran and proponent of homebirth as was several members of his staff. The nurses were kind and helpful. They checked me and the baby out and decided it was safe to allow me to continue to labor but with the aid of an epidural.
Ha ha.
The epidural effectively took the pain of the contractions away but did nothing for the pain in my butt, which was well beyond any pain I've ever felt. I could not move without terrible suffering. I hollered like a big dummy everytime I was expected to move. I labored like this for an additional 6 hours and there was still no cervical change. The baby was still fine, but his little head was starting to swell where my cervix was pounding away at it. Dr. Reco'd a C-section. I agreed. The wheeled me into surgery and tried to give me a local. Didn't work. They tried a few different ways to numb me but they failed. I'm wailing like a banshee the whole time. It didn't take long before I was completely knocked out (with my permission).
Waking up was a little weird but I sure felt better! No more pain in my butt! I felt fine--tired, but fine. They got the little one out so fast he suffered no ill effects from the anesthesia and according to my midwife (who was right outside the surgery room doors) he came out screaming just like his mama had been right before the aneshesia kicked in... . After this it was all gravy 
. He was brought to me after I woke up and started breastfeeding straight-away.
Darn, can't finish my story. Little Uly needs his mama!
Cheers,
Tomi
http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h1...U-licious1.jpg
http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h1...ywoodstyle.jpg
Ok, now for the quick run-down of what happened... (I've got about 5 mintues of free-time left!)
Water broke on Friday. Labored sporadically over the weekend. Amniotic sack re-sealed. Water rebroke. Water resealed. Husband calls m/w every night...
Monday: Went to m/w's back-up physican over the weekend to ease the minds of husband and family that the baby was OK. Baby was fine. Back-up physican broke my water "on accident" during examination. I'm 5cm and totally effaced. Ultrasound showed perfectly healthy baby boy... Labored all night. Husband called m/w but I wasn't ready. Midwife went home.
Tuesday: Husband calls m/w, she comes over and we all share a long talk. My labor always miraculously stops when she comes over. The baby is really low and I'm starting to complain of some odd pain in my butt. It's like a charlie horse in the colonic sphincter that runs parallel to the cervix. Apperantly all of the start-stop labor has really irritated it. I figure this out after the midwife leaves around 4pm and I really, really go into labor and it hurts HIJJUS. The contractions I can deal with, but the pain in my posterior becomes excruciating. I lie down on the bed and press my sacrum with the weight of my whole body.
Around 11 pm I tell my husband to call the m/w. The pain is damn near unbearable and I'm certain that it's interfering with my cervix's ability to do it's job. M/W arrives and I'm right--I'm still only 5cm. We make the decision to transport.
12pm, Wednesday morning. We arrive at the nearest hospital (3 miles away) and prepare for maltreatment by mean doctors and nurses. This, it turns out, was totally unecessary. I could not have planned a better transfer scenario. The physican on call was a 30 year veteran and proponent of homebirth as was several members of his staff. The nurses were kind and helpful. They checked me and the baby out and decided it was safe to allow me to continue to labor but with the aid of an epidural.
Ha ha.
The epidural effectively took the pain of the contractions away but did nothing for the pain in my butt, which was well beyond any pain I've ever felt. I could not move without terrible suffering. I hollered like a big dummy everytime I was expected to move. I labored like this for an additional 6 hours and there was still no cervical change. The baby was still fine, but his little head was starting to swell where my cervix was pounding away at it. Dr. Reco'd a C-section. I agreed. The wheeled me into surgery and tried to give me a local. Didn't work. They tried a few different ways to numb me but they failed. I'm wailing like a banshee the whole time. It didn't take long before I was completely knocked out (with my permission).
Waking up was a little weird but I sure felt better! No more pain in my butt! I felt fine--tired, but fine. They got the little one out so fast he suffered no ill effects from the anesthesia and according to my midwife (who was right outside the surgery room doors) he came out screaming just like his mama had been right before the aneshesia kicked in...
. After this it was all gravy . He was brought to me after I woke up and started breastfeeding straight-away.Darn, can't finish my story. Little Uly needs his mama!
Cheers,
Tomi
You totally ROCK!
Did he have a little jaundice?
