Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: On a river in Upper Michigan
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It's been a couple of weeks. I have a hard time getting online as my computer is located in my loft...it's difficult to get up the ladder with an infant. Casimir is a wonderful little babe. I could not have imagine motherhood to be as wonderful as it is. He truly is a little bundle of joy.
Here is a quick version of a birth story...I have not had time to write up anything substantial.
I visited my Dr. on Mon. Feb. 27 and found (much to my surprise) that I was dialated to 4 cm. It was my partner's and my anniversary that day, and I didn't feel that labor was impending, so we went to my cousin's house for a celebratory dinner. That night, labor started somewhere around 1 am. Rushes were strong enough to keep me awake for the remainder of the night, but not strong enough to alert anyone...I let Matthew sleep through the night.
Once dawn approached, I felt that things were moving along nicely, so I called Ellen, my midwife to let her know that the time was approaching. I spent the day taking each rush as it came...Matthew and I went for a walk...and spent the entire day preparing for the baby's birth. By 6 pm that evening, I felt that I was about to "go crazy" at any moment, and called Ellen and my mom out to my house.
When Ellen checked me, I was only dialated to 5 cm...all that work all day...and so little progress!!! I was a bit disappointed, but tried to remain positive and high-spirited. For the next SEVERAL hours, I labored and labored and labored...I tried every position I could...stepped in and out, many times, of the birthing pool...finally by the early afternoon of March 1, I was fully dialated. Unfortunately, I had not had any urges to push. After an hour or so of feeling no urge to push, my other midwife, Wendy, checked me again. I was still fully dialate...she could feel the waters...but the baby's head was not descending upon my cervix. When Wendy felt the waters, the baby's head moved upward (back inside me!) and within the hour I had regressed to 7.5 dialation! I couldn't believe my luck!
At that point, I tried a shower...then sat on the toilet for a few rushes...then into the birthing pool...then out for a walk. By 6 pm, I had made no further progress...we were all sooooo tired. I think that we all expected the baby to be born by this time. None of us had really slept in a whole day or more. I had not eaten for so long that I was simply losing my strength and composure. Ellen made the call around 6 pm to head to the hospital.
I was dismayed that I had to make the move to the hospital, but knew that it was in my best interest. I had never, in my life, been to the hospital before...I feared the little things like the sterility...iv's...all the unnatural possibilities. I tried to block out the fear as we headed the 20 miles to Marquette General.
Once at the hospital, both Matthew and I were on the verge of tears. We had, really, not considered having to transport. I had no fear prior to my labor...didn't think in my wildest dreams that I would be giving birth away from home. HOwever, once we let our worries fly, things came together quite nicely.
My dr. came in and broke my water...gave me an hour...then returned to stick me on the pitocin. Pitocin is truly the PITS as they say...it made my rushes slam one on top of the other. AFter an hour of the pit. drip, my dr. called in the OB on call and asked about a c-section. She had another patient in progress and told the dr. to give me another hour. By the time that hour had passed...I FINALLY felt the urge to push.
So, I pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed for like 3 hours (perhaps more...) I begged the dr. for oil on my perineum...to massage...then finally for an episiotomy. EVeryone had been claiming that they could see the baby's head for so long...and it felt like I was so far from actually birthing this baby. He countered my episiotomy request with an offer of suctioning...I took it. I will never do that again...it hurt SO badly! So, the baby was suctioned to a certain point...then I ripped (3rd degree tear)...then I asked, again for the episiotomy, and he gave it to me. So, I pushed and pushed and pushed some more...and FINALLY, the baby's head was out! In a matter of seconds, the rest of his body slipped out. I peaked over at Matty as Casimir was born, and I knew from the tears in his eyes that this baby had really entered our lives. It was beautiful! He seemed so big! so serene as they laid him upon my chest. He didn't cry, just looked up at me...at us...with the eyes of an old soul.
Today, Casimir began to lose his hair...he is nearly a month old! I couldn't be more delighted each day to have him in my life!!!