My first one I miscarried at about 12 weeks or a little later.
With dd, I had a normal uneventful pregnancy. My water broke at home on March 7th, 2002. I had gone to the dr that day and they told me it didn't look like she'd be coming anytime soon, since I had been at 3 cm for oh about a month. But I went home called everyone and told them she would n't be here any time soon. I went to bed at eleven, and then it happened, that wonderful snapping feeling, like a water balloon popping. I immediately told dh that my water broke, he refused to believe me, but when I stood up, it gushed everywhere and I used EVERY towel in the house. I litterally freaked out because it was my first, we jumped in the car and went straight to the hospital. Upon arriving there, I had no contractions, but they told me i had to have pitocin to get things moving. After an hour my contractions were wicked, and I was in so much pain I thought I would die, I went for the epi, and felt better. My epi wore off right when I needed to deliver her. So... i went with it. But unfortunaetly the dr was doing an emergency c section, and I was told not to push, the pain was unbearable for 30 minutes while we waited for the dr. I started pushing on my own before the dr made it becasue I had to. I couldn't wait. When the mean dr made it in, she immediately cut me.... a HUGE cut, all while my dh was screaming that that was against my wishes. The dr kept saying dd was TOO BIG, but she was only a little over 6 lbs. I hated my birth experience, the dr was mean, and was abusive, she went against my wishes because she was in a hurry, and then she refused to place dd on me after i delivered, they rushed her away for no reason. She did have the cord on her neck twice, but pinked up really well as soon as it was removed. Overall, I was disappointed, but I had dd at like 5:05, so my labor was short and sweet.
With my ds, I had complications galore, spent most of my time driving an hour away to see a high risk dr and having multiple ultra sounds. I had amniotic band syndrome. I had my ultrasound at about 18 weeks, and was told it was a boy... sent home without being told anything else. The dr called me and left a message stating that there was something abnormal on the u/s and to call him asap that night. I came home and flipped out, because I had been excited and called all my family to let them know all was well. I called the dr, and he said that I was being referred the next day to a high risk dr at a big hospital. And told that no matter what, that I should not look up Amniotic Band Syndrome on the computer. Well, of course, I freaked and looked it up. I didn't sleep for days. It was devastating. I went to the high risk dr a few days later, where they told me that there was def. amniotic bands visible, that ds didn't have noticible facial features, and that his kidneys weren't working. WE were devestated. They also noted another sac and told us that it looked like vanishing twin syndrome as well. I was devestated twice over. We were told to return in a week.... when we did, they were able to catch a bit more of my ds facial features, so that was amazing, with amniotic band syndrome, parts of the body are litterally sliced off by the bands, it is very scary... So anyways the dr kept giving me the option to abort, which we refused all the time, he kept saying, are you sure you could live with a child who only has one arm, or part of his nose??? It was sad, but we said, that no matter what, he would be ours and we were going to go full term and deliver him. Eventually, a few u/s later they were able to see that his kidneys were working, and things were looking up.
the day of dd's birthday march 8th, I had an apt, i was due the 14th, but the dr said, "looks like he will be about 13 pds." i was huge and miserable really, and then he said that I wasn't going to be having him anytime soon. I went home and cried... then the dr called and said that if i was upset, he could induce me in the morning. I cried again, and told him i would call him back with my decision. I know no one here believes in induction, but when you go thru nine mnths of hell not knowing if your baby will be perfect or come out mutilated, i just had to know he was ok. I called all our family and friends for opionions, but in the end, opted for the induction. On March the ninth, I showed up at the hospital at 6 in the am. I was induced at 8am and had him by noon. I had issues with the epi again, my heart rate plumeted and so dd ds, I passed out, and ended up having the epidural removed.
So, once again, I dealt with the pain as I delivered him. He was not 13 lbs, but a beautiful 8 pds 14 oz. He was purple with his cord tight around his neck twice. But the dr laid him on me, and my mom and dh screamed out in Joy, dancing around the room that he had all his fingers, toes, facial features, and he peed all over me! so we all rejoiced, I cried so hard I could barely see him, but I was OVERJOYED!!!!!!!!! He was fat and perfect in everyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also told the dr to let me tear and to not cut me, which he listened, I didn't tear at all amazingly and everything seemed perfect. I was pleased to say the least!~
Don't be afraid of how rough it was, I have some serious medical issues that make pregnancy and child birth very difficult for me.
Ds1 was born at 10:33 PM on 7-21-02 weighing 6lb 14oz and 20 in long. I had a bio-physical profile u/s done just 5 days before he was born that showed him to be around 8 1/2 lbs, so we were surprised at how small he was. I really feel it was due to the PIH.
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