I am having a hard time with Anders birth and could use some support. DD's birth was great, water birth, 6 hours, very manageable. Her afterbirth was rough and I had a d&c due to placenta accreta. I believe in natural birthing, low intervention, etc. But, that all went out the window with Anders. Here are some details, although I lost track of times, etc. So, I will do my best.
Sunday morning, had a major break down, crying and so tired of being pg. That night at 7:15pm, I was nursing DD when my water broke. Just a trickle, no gush. We quickly went to the hospital as I was expected to go fast(5cm, 80+% effaced). By 9pm(ish) no gush happened. I ended up having my membranes broken as I felt so tired already and didn't want to have a super long labor and fear of other interventions if I didn't deliver in 24 hours. So, I felt that it wasn't that bad to have them fully broken since they already started. I got into the tub and worked through the contractions. I was planning a water birth. I got to transition and was in such pain, I can not even describe it. I was screaming, yelling...I never did that with DD's birth. I kept reaching up my vagina and couldn't feel the head. I couldn't relax enough to let Anders come down. I started asking for drugs. DH couldn't believe I what I was saying. My dr. was really waiting to do anything as she knows my feelings about drugs and birth. She quickly did an u/s and found out that Anders was posterior. I ended up getting an epidural at 9cm. I felt like such a failure and was crying to DH that this is not what I wanted, but the pain was unbearable. And I couldn't relax my pelvic enough for him to drop down further. Once that was in place, literally in minutes I was at 10cm and Anders dropped to +2 station. I started pushing and got him out at 1:57am. I cried so much, I was so happy he was in my arms and that labor was over with. My dr. kept saying, think of the epi as a strategy to get him out and that I am not a failure.
Soon after Anders birth, I started to hemorrhage and my placenta was not coming out. My Dr. said, thank god you have an epi b/c this would be so painful and would be hard to put in an epi at this point. I didn't want to hold Anders anymore and started feeling like I was going to pass out. My eyes were rolling around, I couldn't breathe. My blood pressure went somewhere around 60/40, very scary. I felt that if I went to sleep or kept my eyes closed, I was going to die. I kept thinking I can not die, I just gave birth to a son, I can't leave him, DD, and DH. Luckily, my mom and my friend who is a post partum nurse were there. DH held DS, my mom took DD out of the room so she couldn't see the blood bath and her mommy completely lifeless on the bed. My friend is a LLL leader as well and she was putting my nipple into DS mouth to nurse b/c his blood sugar was low. She held my hand and kept talking to me making sure I was still "there". DH looked so worried. I was like a pin cushion. They put another IV in my other arm and put in at least 6 bags of fluid in me. They were drawing blood as well. I think there were about 7 dr's, nurses, there all trying to "save" me. After 3 hours, I stablized. I had major shakes and my blood pressure started to come back up.
My Dr. reassured me about my decision for epi and to help me realize it was the right choice.(My dr's practice is very low intervention, all of the drs and the cmn have all had drug free births. Just to give some perspective) I said I was fine, but now, I am feeling like, "dang Julie, you couldn't hold it together for 1 more cm". I keep going back and forth about it and trying to let it go. The whole experience was traumatic and not what I wanted. I knew that I may have a placenta problem again, so I can deal with that. I am just so bummed I didn't have a water birth and had an epidural. I am trying very hard to learn from the experience and now I have perspective from drug and drug free birth.
Any words of wisdom out there to help me?
Sunday morning, had a major break down, crying and so tired of being pg. That night at 7:15pm, I was nursing DD when my water broke. Just a trickle, no gush. We quickly went to the hospital as I was expected to go fast(5cm, 80+% effaced). By 9pm(ish) no gush happened. I ended up having my membranes broken as I felt so tired already and didn't want to have a super long labor and fear of other interventions if I didn't deliver in 24 hours. So, I felt that it wasn't that bad to have them fully broken since they already started. I got into the tub and worked through the contractions. I was planning a water birth. I got to transition and was in such pain, I can not even describe it. I was screaming, yelling...I never did that with DD's birth. I kept reaching up my vagina and couldn't feel the head. I couldn't relax enough to let Anders come down. I started asking for drugs. DH couldn't believe I what I was saying. My dr. was really waiting to do anything as she knows my feelings about drugs and birth. She quickly did an u/s and found out that Anders was posterior. I ended up getting an epidural at 9cm. I felt like such a failure and was crying to DH that this is not what I wanted, but the pain was unbearable. And I couldn't relax my pelvic enough for him to drop down further. Once that was in place, literally in minutes I was at 10cm and Anders dropped to +2 station. I started pushing and got him out at 1:57am. I cried so much, I was so happy he was in my arms and that labor was over with. My dr. kept saying, think of the epi as a strategy to get him out and that I am not a failure.
Soon after Anders birth, I started to hemorrhage and my placenta was not coming out. My Dr. said, thank god you have an epi b/c this would be so painful and would be hard to put in an epi at this point. I didn't want to hold Anders anymore and started feeling like I was going to pass out. My eyes were rolling around, I couldn't breathe. My blood pressure went somewhere around 60/40, very scary. I felt that if I went to sleep or kept my eyes closed, I was going to die. I kept thinking I can not die, I just gave birth to a son, I can't leave him, DD, and DH. Luckily, my mom and my friend who is a post partum nurse were there. DH held DS, my mom took DD out of the room so she couldn't see the blood bath and her mommy completely lifeless on the bed. My friend is a LLL leader as well and she was putting my nipple into DS mouth to nurse b/c his blood sugar was low. She held my hand and kept talking to me making sure I was still "there". DH looked so worried. I was like a pin cushion. They put another IV in my other arm and put in at least 6 bags of fluid in me. They were drawing blood as well. I think there were about 7 dr's, nurses, there all trying to "save" me. After 3 hours, I stablized. I had major shakes and my blood pressure started to come back up.
My Dr. reassured me about my decision for epi and to help me realize it was the right choice.(My dr's practice is very low intervention, all of the drs and the cmn have all had drug free births. Just to give some perspective) I said I was fine, but now, I am feeling like, "dang Julie, you couldn't hold it together for 1 more cm". I keep going back and forth about it and trying to let it go. The whole experience was traumatic and not what I wanted. I knew that I may have a placenta problem again, so I can deal with that. I am just so bummed I didn't have a water birth and had an epidural. I am trying very hard to learn from the experience and now I have perspective from drug and drug free birth.
Any words of wisdom out there to help me?







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