I am posting this by request. Not the most MDCish birth story, but its mine, and it was still wonderful. I feel a bit dumb when I look back at how interventionist everything was, but I guess that's how my son needed to come into the world. I had very bad post traumatic stress after I got into an accident, and his birth healed me. No editing from me - yes I was a bit ridiculous about some things the first time around
This was my birth story:
I had a false BH alarm 37.5 weeks I went to the hospital for - contractions were every 3 min, some were painful, and I was leaking fluid. After 1 hr of monitoring (and apparently VERY strong and regular BH), they let me go.
At 38 weeks I was in a car accident. I was hit by a tractor trailer on the highway and walked away unhurt - a miracle! I went back for monitoring, but there were no consistent contractions as long as I was resting.
At 38.5 weeks, I had my regular appt and they saw my fluid was low and my son was measuring small. I was a wreck after my car wreck and so stressed, I knew the low fluid was because of my hostile internal environment emotionally and also because of a possible water leak. They decided to induce me and had me admitted the first thing next morning.
Day 1- hand pitocin all day, but contractions did not get painful... I went from 1-2 cm to 2-3 cm at the end of the day when they finally took me off and let me eat at rest at the hospital. My body just wasn't ready yet.
Day 2: At about 6:30 the next morning they gave me a pill of hormone in my cervix - prostoglandin or something I think, which helped me efface, and around lunchtime they decided to break my water. Then I finally started to feel some good contractions! They asked me if I wanted an epidural so I asked to be checked, and I was already 4 cm. Thinking that I would take them sometime to get set up, I figured I'd better sign up for mine so it would be effective by the time I needed it, and DH (who had taken notes) said 3-5 cm was the best time to do it. The guy was there instantaneously, and did an excellent job - the 3 contractions I had during the epidural hurt more than his needles! But with the epi, it seemed like my contractions stalled out again, and around 5 pm they decided to add pitocin. The doc was kind of grave, saying implying I had a narrow pelvis and reminding me I would need to deliver within 24 hrs of breaking water, and I was really starting to wonder if they were going to make me have a c-section.
About an hour later, 6 pm, I found a special about Patriots football on TV with highlights from the superbowls they won, the adrenaline was going, and I started to be able to feel a bit of my contractions through the epidural!! (It only took a couple of clicks on the epidural wand to take care of that ) The new doc on call stopped by and checked me and I was at 8 cm, station 0, and 100% effaced!!! He said I should be ready in a couple of hours. At about 8 pm, I asked for the nurse to check me since I was starting to feel pressure, and she said I was almost complete, and said she'd be back in 20 min. She went to set things up and she came back and checked and then said we should try pushing. After about 2 or 3 contractions, she came back with the doctor, set up the stirrups - I grabbed each of my legs, and in about 2 or 3 more contractions, Gabe was here!!! at 8:41 pm!!! The doc was shocked it had gone so quickly, and congratualating me for pushing so well... I was suprised how awesome the epi was. I could feel Gabriel, and my upper stomach to push, but not the pain. I could move my legs - though one was "heavier" than the other.
I got to hold Gabe right away. Then they cleaned and weighed him in room, then gave him to me and he nursed right away. They never took him away again until the very last day. He slept with me the whole time - they didn't even have a nursery! Really for a hospital birth, they did some really great things to respect our bonding.