Hello all! I'm finally getting into a bit of a routine and so hopefully will have more time to get on-line and get caught up. I did manage to read the previous thread, as well as all of this one, it's the replying that gets tricky, lol.
I wanted to update on us.... we've been home for several weeks now, and things are going well. Callie still has an NG tube, so I am pumping for her. She will latch on and suck, but we've not been given the go-ahead to try nursing (the docs fear she could aspirate, which I don't believe is quite the risk they think it is). We will go back to Seattle next week and Callie will have a swallow test, where she can prove that she can take fluids orally so that we can nurse.
That can't happen soon enough for me - I've now had two separate rounds of mastitis, one on each side. Just trying to do too much, I think. Other than the madtitis, I feek great! Such a different recovery from DS' birth.
Here's a quick version of Callie's birth story:
I knew late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning that this was "real" labor (I'd had prodomal labor off and on for about two weeks), and that DH would not be going to work Thursday. My contractions were getting harder, but not necessarily any more "organized". I was still able to get plenty of sleep, but my contractions would wake me up, about every hour to every other hour.
Thursday morning, I woke up around eight or so with the same sort of contractions - serious, but spread out. DH made me breakfast - maple flavored Malt O Meal (puke! I could taste that later in my labor and I seriously regretted that breakfast choice, lol). We sat together while I ate, and then I went to lay down and rest.
Will woke up and wanted to nurse, so we did, and my contractions started to get stronger and closer. By nine, I was no longer able to handle having Will near me during the contractions. Mom took him and distracted him. Hard labor hit very suddenly - all of a sudden I was LABORING!! DH was an excellent support person during this, while my mom was horrible (completely the opposite of how I expected). Mom kept coming into the bedroom and asking inane questions right in the middle of contractions (come on! Do you really need to know which kitchen towels I want you to use - right now? Choose one!), when I really needed things to be quiet.
Things went very quickly. I got in the tub for a bit, and my ctx got more intense. I got back out and was a lot better able to handle them - again, the opposite of what I had expected.
At some point, my water broke. I had put on Depends early on in the labor just in case - those things are definitely not a fashion statement, lol. I was heading into the bathroom and a ctx hit. After, I thought maybe I'd wet my pants, except I still needed to pee.
I didn't feel a big release of pressure, nor was there a big gush of fluid. Jeff and I debated a bit as to whether it really was my water or not - he said it was, while I was doubtful.
By eleven or eleven-thirty, I was in transition. I asked my mom to call the hospital and find out what pain relief they have (I know they don't do epidurals here, but I have no clue what they DO offer). Mom called and then came in and told me that they can't give me anything unless I went in to the hospital. Picture my eyes bugging out of my head here. In between contractions, I yelled at her that I KNOW that (I don't know if she thought that I thought that someone would come to my house and give me pain meds or what). that she needed to find out WHAT they offer. Then she would say again that I would have to check in to the hospital and stay there, and I would say again that I KNOW that. Finally, she called back and found out what pain meds they have - she told me, but I have no clue what they were.
Around this time, I said let's go to the hospital and I'll get some pain relief. Mom said let's wait an hour (which I had told her to say. I had told her that if I said that was too long, to then get me to wait half an hour, or fifteen m,inutes, or five minutes, whatever I'd agree to. Then to talk me into waiting another five minutes, and another). So we waited. I kept saying this is too hard, I can't do this, it's too much... and Mom kept telling me I could do it, I AM doing it.
Around noon/twelve-thirtyish, I started pushing. I didn't have that overwhelming, gotta-push-or-else feeling like I did with Will, it was more of a decision to push. Well, sort of. The ctx really hurt and I sort of decided that at least if I pushed and it hurt, it was hurt that I was "controlling", if that makes any sense. So anyway, I started pushing through the contractions. I was pushing and yelling, and my mom kept saying "breathe through the contraction" and "open throat, open cervix". Finally, I could not hear it one more time and I snapped at her "I am PUSHING, Mom. I've been pushing this whole time!" THAT felt really good, lol.
I started to get a bit worried b/c I thought maybe it was too soon to be pushing (I'd only been really laboring for three or three and a half hours when I started pushing). I was almost to say let's go to the hospital for real, b/c I was afraid I wasn't dilated enough and I'd been pushing on an un-opened cervix. Just then, I reached down and felt myself bulging a bit (I hadn't thought to feel before, duh!). I had Jeff feel to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, lol, and he said "Is that the baby?".
So we headed into the bathroom (tile floor versus carpet in the bedroom) and I got serious about pushing - now that I knew it was working! I never did feel the "ring of fire" that you hear about, and there wasn't the option of breathing through some contractions and letting my body push the baby out on its own. If I wasn't pushing HARD, there wasn't progress being made. I pushed the head out, and Mom and DH said it was all smushed and fat.
DH thought the cord was around the neck, and I tried to feel, but couldn't really feel it very well. I told him to slip his finger between the cord and the baby's neck and see if there was any play in it, and I don't remember what he said about that. I just kept pushing. I wasn't really making any headway (well, I guess "shoulder" way, lol), so I tried changing positions. I had pushed the head out on my knees, kneeling on a step that we have in our bathroom. I moved over so my shoulders were against a wall, and my feet were against the cabinet. DH was smushed in beside the toilet. I pushed and pushed, and finally told DH to reach in and hook the baby under the armpit. He tried a couple times, but was kind of squeamish about pulling too hard. Finally I told him he had to yank, and I pushed hard, and the shoulders popped free. Everything gushed out, like popping a cork!
She was very floppy and purply-grey. DH didn't know what to do, so he handed her to me. I started rubbing her and talking to her. Mom asked if she should call 911 and I said yes, and had DH go next-door to get our neighbor (an OB nurse). I gave rescue breaths and did chest compression and kept rubbing her to try to stimulate her. DH was back quickly, and the neighbor was right behind him. We cut the cord and our neighbor took Callie out into the living room to work better. The EMTs got there right at that time.
Meanwhile, I was alone in the bathroom. I tried to stand up, but the floor was too slippery. I tried a couple of times and then realized that the placenta was ready to be delivered. One push and it was out. I managed to stand up and was heading to get some clothes on when DH came to get me so we could go to the hospital.
Up until the very end, the whole process was great! I think I said that Callie got stuck (when I announced her birth). Upon further discussion with my mom and DH, what I believe happened was that her cord got compressed before she was born. She was still stuck, but I don't think that was the problem. When DH thought he felt the cord around her neck, we now think that was a FAT ROLL he felt (yes, she's THAT fat, lol!). DH said her cord was "up and then down" on her shoulder area - which I believe got compressed during the actual birth. When she popped out, there was a TON of amniotic fluid (she must have been very well engaged by the time my water broke, b/c there was just a tiny trickle before) and a lot of meconium (none before she was born, which is good).
Also, when she was born, her cord was already white/grey and not pulsing. That, combined with how quickly I delivered the placenta just makes me realize even more that the cord had already been compressed - but clearly not for long, as she has recovered well.
Anyway, CallieAnne Rose was born Thursday March 10 at 1:47 pm - not quite five hours after labor started. She weighed 11lbs10oz and was 22.5 inches long. Her head and chest measured the same as DS'. She was VERY fat, though. She had (still has) fat rolls on her back and everywhere, and she has cellulite on her thighs and butt (the only time in her life that will be cute, and she can't even enjoy it!). She's almost 14 lbs already (five weeks old) and is 23.5 inches. Clearly, she's enjoying the mama milk, even if she has to get it through a tube!
Just wanted to give an update and a more thorough birth story. Someone (Linda?) had said she had some questions - if they weren't answered in all this blabbing, feel free to ask away.
Please ignore typos - holding Callie with one hand and trying to type and deal with Will with the other.