I was due on April 20th 2006 and went into labor April 28th. I believe that early labor had actually started on the 27th, but the morning of the 28th I knew I was in labor. He had flipped to being posterior a couple days before I had gone into labor. I had horrible back labor the entire time. When my contractions were about two minutes apart and a minute long (at night on the 28th), I went to see my midwife. I was 2 cm. She sent me back home. She told me if it didn't pick up to have a glass of red wine and take a bath so that it would back off. I was having back labor with close together contractions all through the night. I tried some red wine and a bath, and the minute I stood up out of the bath, I vomited all of the red wine during a contraction. I tossed and turned on my bed trying to make myself sleep because I knew it was going to be a long process at that point. I didn't sleep the entire night. I don't remember exactly what time it was, but I think around 6 or 7 am on the 29th, we went back to the midwives office. I was 4 cm so she let me stay, and I was very excited to be making progress (even though it took more than a day). She had me walk around town for an hour and a half. I got back and I was 5 cm. Great. Perfect. My best friend, auntie (who used to be a midwife) and dp were with me and helping me through everything, and I was in a good mood to know I was finally getting somewhere. I labored on the bed and I labored in the tub. After laboring in the tub for a couple hours, she checked me again. 6 cm. Amazing. This is really happening. I was getting tired though. My midwife had asked earlier if I wanted her to break my water and I had said no. She asked again once I reached 6 cm, and I was in such a zone that I told dp to decide. He was hesitant, but said ok. She broke my water...hardly any came out. I labored for another hour in the tub. 5 cm. What? I didn't know you could go backwards. I was having piggy back contractions and back labor and my cervix was closing. Another hour? Who knows how long it was. 4 cm.
I believe at that point it was about 4 pm (please forgive me if the above math doesn't add up- I'm just trying to go from experience...). I had been in labor for close to two days at that point, and I was 4 cm again. I was falling asleep between contractions. We did everything to make my contractions strong and productive. We transferred to the hospital for an epi to see if it would help me sleep, and at least then I could still have a vaginal. I was in horrible pain and they made me answer tons of questions so they could fill out paperwork when I got there. I had to go to the local hospital that had a 50% c/s rate because the UW hospital wouldn't take me (I refused the GD testing). I got my epi. The doc checked me. 4 cm. He asked how I felt about pitocin. I told him I'd prefer to not have any and see if resting would help me. He came back a few hours later. 4 cm. They gave me pitocin. 4 cm. They gave me more pitocin. 4cm. They cranked the f-ing pitocin. 4cm. The doc told me at that point that he was thinking we should consider a c/s. Thank God, the baby was not in distress, but my water had been broken for some time, and it was possibly a matter of time before the baby would be distressed after such a long labor. Between me, dp, and the midwives that came with me (bless their hearts, I wouldn't have made it without them), we decided a c/s was best at that point. I was so scared. Dp was scared. 20 minutes after we made the decision they wheeled me into the OR. Not a lot of time to absorb what was happening. I was crying. I had practiced my breathing techniques. I had meditated. I drank the rrl tea. I did the kegels. I read about thirty books. Why couldn't I have the birth that I wanted? They gave me the second epi for my c/s. My mouth was completely dry and I was very scared. They wouldn't give me any water. I begged for some water. I couldn't swallow and it was making me panic. One of the sweet nurses got me a wet wash rag and put it in my mouth and I sucked the water out of it. I know she probably shouldn't have- but I am so glad she did. I wish I could've given her a hug. They let dp into the OR. I am an optimist, and I sat there saying ' the baby is coming- it doesn't matter how he gets here as long as he's safe, and I will be happy'. I got myself excited. My baby was coming. Not the way I wanted, but it's ok....I guess. They made the first cut...I could feel it!!!!! I swear to God I felt them cutting my skin! I told them, I need more anesthesia, I can feel it! The anesthesiologist told me that he'd given me all he could and that he'd have to put me out if I could feel it. I told him no...I didn't want to miss my baby being born. I can handle the pain- even if it's someone cutting into my insides.
I fainted. Or he put me out. I'm not sure. If he put me out, I sure as hell fought it! I woke up to them TUGGING TUGGING TUGGING the baby out. I fainted again. I woke up and they are taking the baby over to weigh him (they had let dp cut the cord and I didn't even know
) I hear them scream something...I tell dp to 'go take pictures! What were they screaming?????' I thought they said he was 9lbs. I was thinking- what a good sized baby! Dp says to me, 10lbs, 2 oz! Holy sh*t! No wonder I was so hungry during my pregnancy! I was growing a linebacker!
Dp sat behind me the entire time they sewed me up. I kept fainting and coming to. Every time I'd come to, I'd tell dp- 'show me the baby!!!!!!' And then I'd faint and dp would sit back down.
It's not the birth I wanted. But it's the birth I got and I am grateful for some things. Some people might think I'm crazy, but I'm grateful that I got to experience labor even though it ended in surgery. I am proud that I handled two days of labor with no drugs! C/s or no, I don't know many people that would've made it that long. I'm grateful that they allowed dp to cut the cord. I'm grateful dp was in the room with me. And I'm greatful that they allowed him to hold the baby the entire time I was in surgery, and we got the baby directly after that and for the entire time we were there. We even co-slept in the hospital
I think the thing that scares me most is never having my natural birth. I want more kids, but what if I have c/s after c/s? It's always in the back of my mind. I want my vaginal birth
I have never written that all down before. I'm sorry it's so long. I know this probably isn't a thread for entire birth stories per se, but I feel comfortable writing it here. I don't want it to be the c/s story among natural birth stories. I'm just so jealous and I feel like I've really missed something beautiful.