Originally Posted by Storm Bride
So - what was your stay like? Was it restful, or stressful? Did you get a break or want to make a break?
Well, what was good about my hospital stay... Dh stayed with me all 4 days. He left the hospital once to go home and shower, and grab stuff (tv, vcr, play station, movies
) and only 2 other times to go out to the parking lot, once to pick up pizza delivery!
Everything else was either scary, annoying, or just plain mean!!! I was induced at 38 wks 5 days for pre-eclampsia, so I had no warning. I was 18, and thankfully had become very interested in pregnancy and birth, and knew a thing or two. Though if I knew then what I know now. Well, we won't go there.
I arrived at the hospital, extreamly anxious, finally an hour later got a room. Was told to undress. I was told I was not allowed to keep my bra. At the time I was very uncomfortable with out a bra, and only took them off to sleep.....sometimes. That was the first thing that started to break me.
Next I was put into the bed, and a after a while a nurse came by. Apparently I was the very first patient she started an IV on with out assistance. It hurt like hell, and left my left elbow laying in a puddle of blood. The needle was on the inside, about half way up my left forearm. I still have a scar, he's almost 6 years old.
Then about 20 minutes later, a nurse comes in with a huge bag labled 'PITOCEN' WHAT?! I tell her I don't want that. She smiles and says, how do you expect us to induce your labor. I told I wanted to talk to the doctor. When he came in, it all fell apart. The calm, gentle birth I'd been dreaming of for my son was ripped away from me.
I was told that I would have to have an IV with pitocen, and lactated ringers, it would be on from now until a short time after the birth. On top of that I would be given magnesium sulfate, it would make me hot, and groggy, and really angry at everything. I only remember being hot and groggy. Finally, a cathiter would be inserted into my bladder, I was not allowed to get up and walk to the bathroom. I began to bawl. I protested saying that I could use a bed pan! But I really didn't want one!! It was 'non-negotiable'. I should have asked for my doctor to be let in, she was just down stairs in her office, but wasn't allowed to be in L&D that day because she'd been there for the 24 hours prior to 8 am that morning.
The nurse noted on my fetal moniter strip that I'd "gotten emotional" about the cathiter. They left, and 20 minutes they returned, and "ripped off the bandaid".
What followed I don't remember much of. I know my IV was started at 12:20. I was 3-4 cm and about 75%. Around 4 I was 6 cm, and 90%, with his fingers inside me, the doctor asked if he could break my water. In pain, I agreed. All cervical exams were extreamly painful for me. My water broke, and I got him pretty wet too
Around 7 pm my blood pressure had gotten so high (for me) my two friends were asked to leave. My silent support. And I was talked into an epidural. During the talk, and the procedure, my BP climbed more. The fight with the nurse about an internal fetal moniter didn't help. But dh turned away from me and told her "YOu will not be screwing that thing in to MY sons head!"
We won. That was my small glimmer of hope. But the epidural was still done. When I layed down, I nearly vomitted. A new, and better nurse arrived, and took my temp, checked the strip, and then my cervix. She announced "I have good news, your complete!"
YAY! I want my friends back. Ok she says, your BP was much more stable before they left, but under one condition, the pregnant one sits, we nearly had to admit her for preterm this week. I agree to make sure my friend understands this.
I begin pushing, because it feels better than letting the waves hit me over and over again. I let her count, but then tell her to stop, I can't push that long, I'm not ready. She says the baby looks good and is still high, so it's ok. She won't call the doctor in yet.
After another hour, I hadn't progressed at all, so she called people in. They started to get ready slowly, and the doc. or midwife hadn't come in yet. People started clearing out a bit, but then suddenly came back in. This time the CNM and the OB from earlier came in. CNM announces "Mom, it's been 2 hours, you must be awfully tired, would you like some help pushing your baby out?"
Thinking it had only been 30 minutes, and hearing 2 hours, really knocked me on my butt. I thought I'd been doing well for myself. (And I know now that I really was)
So they cut me (which I didn't find out until almost 4 years later after my daughters birth) and put the vaccum on his head. I pushed as hard and as long as I could, and they pulled. It popped off and scared us all to death. Finally my son was born at 9:53 pm, with a nucal hand, and a huge hematoma on his head.
I was so out of it, I didn't even inspect my baby. I just looked at him and said "Hi baby, I love you," and layed my hands on his body then layed my head back. Apparently I had begun to hemmorage a little, and was given a stronger med to make it stop. I didn't find this out until around 7 in the morning when I was given two anti-diaarehals and told my hip would be sore from the shot.
Nursing went suprisingly well, but his first food was formula, because the mag sulfate left him exhausted for about 12 hours, and my nipples flatter than my back, and impossible for him to latch on to. But after he got some sleep, and they let me eat a popsicle (wasn't allowed to eat for 24 hours, or until I peed...I pitched a fit around noon, and finally got a popsicle...amazingly enough, I peed 10 minutes later) I still wasn't allowed solid foods until 24 hours after birth, and had to keep the mag.
So SO sorry this turned into a book, I don't think I've ever told his birth story on his board.