Hi everyone. I haven't had a moment to update until now. Please forgive how convoluted this might sound since I'm very tired.
I had my baby on Saturday, September 4th. The day before was my due date. Before I went to bed, I called my mom and finally was open and honest with her about what I wanted IRT visitation during birth and after. I also listened to my hypnobabies Fear Release cd because I was experiencing alot of anxiety about the pregnancy and the birth.
In fact, the entire pregnancy had been very anxiety filled for me. I felt, from the very beginning, that something was wrong. I thought for sure I would lose the baby in utero or that s/he would have something wrong with him/her. I never once doubted my decision to homebirth, though.
Throughout the night I woke to some strong contractions but had been in prodromal labor for a week and thought nothing of them. At 5 am I woke to a pretty strong contractions. They were about 8 minutes apart then. At 6:30, when they were about 4 minutes apart, I called the midwife. She arrived around 7:30 and the contractions were then about 2-3 minutes apart.
The contractions were then becoming very intense. I had a pain free birth with my previous baby so I was a bit surprised and even said out loud that I felt duped! LOL The contractions continued to get closer. The midwife checked me around 8:30 and I was a 4 1/2 with a bulging bag of water. I couldn't stand to contract standing or laying down. I could only be comfortable sitting on my ball.
At around 9:45, my contractions were SUPER intense and they was about 1 minute or less between contractions. I was getting loud and uncomfortable. The midwife suggested I get in the pool. I could barely stand because I felt like the baby would fall out. She helped me get in and during the next contraction, I felt my water broke. I had another immediate contraction and his head came. I was so loud and felt very out of control.
I wasn't pushing. My body did all the work. The baby's head came out in one contraction. I had a few seconds between the next contraction and with that, his body was born. He was under the water and outside my bag of water for maybe 3 minutes.
He looked a bit purple but still normal. He breathed immediately but wasn't particularly noisy. He was MASSIVE. 11 lbs 15 oz. Not too long at 19 1/2 inches. 14 inch head. The midwife said he seemed fine during all of his exams with her in the next several hours. I did notice and comment on his breathing but she felt it was fine. I cried and told her how relieved I was that he was actually here and that he was healthy and that all my anxiety had been over nothing.
The next several hours, I kept getting nagging feelings about his breathing. Even my family and my children mentioned it. By 9:30 that evening, I was getting very worried. He was breathing way too fast and he was retracting. His nostrils were flaring. He was bubbling at the mouth and wasn't nursing anymore.
We called the midwife and she came to take us to the ER. They took his O2 stats upon arrival and they immediately whisked him away to be worked on. It was a panicky, loud, scary situation. Our hospital is small and doesn't have a NICU. Our ER honestly has no idea how to care for a baby that small. They were only trying to keep him stable and alive to be transported.
We waited there for 6 or 7 hours with them working on him furiously. They were very grim and nervous and were unable to tell us that he would even survive. We spent all night thinking our baby was going to die. At 7 in the morning, the NICU team from a nearby hospital arrived. They were the first people to help me feel confident that he would live. They see so many things and this, to them, was serious but survivable.
He was transferred to the NICU at this hospital. He had a few days where he got better and then worse and then better again. They had him intubated and had a terrible time keeping IV's in him. He is currently on room air and in a private room with us. The only thing attached to him right now is an IV port for his antibiotics which he has to keep taking until Saturday.
They think he aspirated something. They are claiming he either got an infection from mec (his water was clear) or maternal stool in the pool water. His cultures came back negative but his inflammation test came back positive. They're calling it pnuemonia.
This was a scary, emotional thing for our whole family but I feel so blessed that everything turned out so well. It is bittersweet to sit in the NICU with this massive baby who will be going home soon and seeing all these tiny, tiny babies who will be here for months.
I have to go, baby is ready to eat. Before I forget, someone on my other thread asked how he was weighed. He was weighed on a hanging scale, completely naked. And his weight was verified at the hospital. He's currently down to 11 lbs 6 oz which I think is pretty darn good seeing as he wasn't really nursing for the first 3 days. Now, he is nursing *beautifully.*
ETA: I hope I didn't sound negative about my midwife. I honestly believe everything *was* fine with him at first but i knew in my gut that something would become wrong. Does that make sense? She was extremely supportive. She spent the entire night in the ER with us. When I passed out in the ER, she sat with me, comforted me, and made sure I got what I needed. She has also come to see us here at the NICU.