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Originally Posted by anon7799
Hi Sue-bert, Just wanted to ask you to share your birth experience. I think it's always helpful to see these on the forum and I got a lot out of people's previous posts on their (or friends') experiences.
If it will be of use to anyone here, then I'll be happy to share. Medically, it's not that interesting, but from a sociological point-of-view, I found it fascinating. Here goes:
I woke up feeling like I had a mentrual cramp, but didn't think anything of it until I noticed that the cramps lasted for ~1 minute and were spaced at intervals of about 5 minutes. Very soon they became stronger and different from menstrual cramps, so I thought "this is it!" Oh, did I mention that it was my due date?
I really wanted to labor at home as much as possible, but our cleaning lady was coming and she uses TONS of bleach and I didn't want to inhale Economica fumes while laboring, so, figuring we could still beat the rush hour traffic, we headed off the Asaf HaRofeh (~15-20 min. drive). We arrived at ~7:15am, they checked me out, and told me I was 6cm dilated and admitted me to L&D.
I was introduced to my midwife, and I told her straight away that I wanted a non-medicated birth, and I wanted to keep my perinium intact, and I wanted to make sure she was on-board with this. She agreed. Two other young women came into the room w/out introducing themselves, so I asked "hello, who are you?" They were a student nurse and a student doctor who were very interested in observing a natural birth. I wold have appreciated being asked first, but I had no objections, so I let them stay.
Then I went down the hall to labor in the shower (since then, I understand the ward has undergone a shiputz and now all the L&D rooms have en-suite showers). I was told to come out when it started to hurt. So I labored there for a couple of hours, feeling guilty about all the water I was using. The student nurse came to check on me a few times, and finally at around 10:30am I told her it was starting to hurt, so she accompanied me as I returned to the L&D room to reuinte with my worried and bored husband.
Transition time. Not fun. They gave me a birth ball that was too big for me (I'm 5'2" on a good day) and I kept rolling off of it, so DH went to the car to get my own smaller one. I felt miserable. I threw up my morning bran flakes. The contractions weren't discrete, separate contractions; rather, it was just one big squeeze. The midwife came in and stared to talking to me like I was a kindergartener.
(I am translating; the converstaions were in Hebrew).
"Suzy-woozy! Hop up on the table-wable so I can check you." My husband and I stared at each other in disbelief. "Um, my name is Susan, and I'm in the middle of a rather painful contraction now, can you wait a minute until it passes?" "Are you afraidy-waidy? Don't you want a tinoky-woky?"
I told my husband, "Please say something to her before I do."
He took her aside. "Um, I know you are trying to make my wife feel comfortable, but my wife is 34 years old. She has a Ph.D. from one of the most highly respected engineering schools in the world. Please stop talking to her as if she is 4-years old. She doesn't like it."
Finally I hoped up on the table and she told me I was fully dilated. Then she came at me with a hyperdermic needle. "Whoa!" we both shouted. "What are you doing? I didn't agree to any injections!!! What is that??"
Her answer: "chomer" (translation: "stuff")
Excuse me??? I specifically said "non-medicated birth."
"Calm down! Oh, it's just saline. We're going to put in a heparin lock in case you need it."
DH "Listen lady: I don't care if you want to give my wife saline, orange juice, or gasoline. You ASK before you start sticking anything into her. Got it?!?"
"Okay, okay, forget it. Why are you so hysterical? Nevermind. You have to PUSH. NOW!"
Huh? I didn't feel like it. I always read you were supposed to feel an urge to push. I felt like I was being told: "Have a bowel movement. Now!" Not. Gonna. Happen.
So I said, "I'd prefer to drink soemthing first" and asked the student nurse to bring me a bottle of water. The midwife starts screeching "push now!" and I'm calmly ignoring her. I drank, brushed my teeth (I had vomited earlier and didn't want to greet my newborn with vomit-breath!), and relaxed. About 20 minutes later, I felt like pushing, so I hopped up on the bed (they had no birthstools and squatted and started pushing. The midwife told me to lie on my back. I replied, "no thanks." and continued. She actually tried to physically push my onto my back, and told me she could not help me unless I was horizontal, so after a few good pushes, I layed on my side with my leg flexed while the student doctor held my leg. The student nurse got a mirror at my request so I could see what was happening.
The rest is rather uneventful. The baby crowned, I pushed him out at noon, my husband cut the cord as I instructed, he (the baby, not DH) weighed 3.85 kg (~8.5 lbs), Apgar 9/10. Midwife ASKED (see? she's teachable) if I wanted pitocin to help expel the placenta, but I declined.
They they took forever to get me into my room, so I hung out in the hallway for 3 hours. I went home after a couple of nights. DS is a gorgeous, lovely kid who will turn 3 in April.
And that's my story.
Medically, I was happy with the birth in that it was relatively quick, not too painful (transition was a bummer, but the pushing part was fun), non-medicated and I did not require any stitches.
But having to deal with that uber-annoying midwife while in labor was not what I was hoping for. We look back and laugh about it now, but in retrospect, I'm glad my husband was there to advocate for me.