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Adams Birth Story. A low intervention VBAC

My due date was July first, and the week leading to that I had been having prelabor symptoms. His last ultrasound showed he was posterior so I was walking twice a day with lots of curb stepping to help turn him. July 1st came and went so I had a membrane sweep done because I was impatient and I wanted to go home. I had been staying in my brothers home for 3 weeks then.

At 3 am on July 4th I rolled over in bed a little roughly and my water broke. It just kept gushing and gushing. I texted my doula and she told me to go in. I didnt really want to but I did anyway. I had a few lame contractions but I was not in active labor yet. I get to the hospital and the on call doctor (Who I will call dr big fingers) and some residents and nurses ask me my story and read me the riot act about VBAC. By the time they were done with me I was terrified telling me that its risky with crohns disease, even though my OB, a maternal health specialist and my GI said I was healthy enough to give birth. I declined being checked by Dr Big Fingers. I declined pitocin to start my labor. I declined continous monitoring. I waited around till about 1 pm. Up until then I was too afraid to stay but too afraid to leave. Thats when this spunky RN came in and told me I could go if I wanted to. She said I had to sign an AMA waiver, but thats its my body and my choice, and if resting at home was going to calm me down then maybe thats what I should do. I felt that since my water broke I was on their clock and I just could not rest in there. So I left. I napped for an hour at home, I ate a good meal, I did more curb walking. Contractions would not pick up and I think it was because they scared me so badly at the hospital. I was still too anxious to sleep so I took some benedryl and went to sleep at 8 pm.

At 1230 am on the 5th I woke up with contractions about 4-6 min apart 60-75 seconds long. I had to poop.....a lot. I pooped like 5 or 6 times. I knew I had a long night so I let my husband sleep. I went back and forth to the bathroom and laid down watching the IT Crowd in between. I decided I should maybe eat as it may be the last chance. I ate a banana. It came back up. I puked in the sink while having a really strong contraction and peed myself at the same time. It was awful. I wanted to wait til shift change at the hospital so that Dr. Big Fingers was gone. I didnt trust him. At about 530am my contractions were really strong and 3 min apart so I woke my husband and texted my doula to meet me at the hospital.

Upon arrival, the spunky RN was starting her shift again. I think she knew what kind of care I needed. She sent a couple nurses to me. One was clinical, the other was an angel sent from some kind of cosmic force. She let that nurse read me the riot act, and winked at me, and mouthed "I will talk to you when she's gone" This nurse had been delivering babies for over 30 years. She said she knew how to read a patient before they had all this monitoring and if I didnt want to be strapped down I didnt have to be. She also didnt start my hep lock right away. She wanted me to feel comfortable and ask when I was ready. She assured me she would not check my cervix unless I wanted to and that I was in control over my body. She looked me in the eye and said I was safe with her. I will never forget this woman as long as I live.

My hubby, my doula (another angel) and I paced the hallways for an hour or so. Thats when the contractions just started crashing into me. There was no build up. Just intense pain that didnt have a long fade out. I sat on the birth ball while my hubby and doula applied counter pressure to my hips. I breathed and low moaned through each contraction. By 11 it was so intense my doula suggested getting in the shower. I let the nurse check me and I was at about 7 cm. I pointed the shower head right at my belly as I sat on the birth ball. It was like magic. It took the edge off the contractions. I had LED candles on the edge of the tub and I would pretend to blow them out. My hubby got behind me on the ball and let me lay on him until his foot turns 50 shades of purple. I didnt notice this but my doula did and she urged him to get out and walk it off. I would occasionally feel pressure in my bottom. They assured me I was in transition and it would be over soon. As things got more intense, I would chant "Open, open, open. " I would roll my head around and wiggle my fingers and toes trying to keep loose. My concentration was breaking and I would shriek from time to time. The pressure below was increasing. It was about 3 pm when they said I was about 9 cm with a lip on one side. My nurses shift was over but she hand picked the next nurse and doctor for me so that I could continue as I wanted. An hour later I begged for an epidural but it was too late. I was tired and I could feel myself tense down there no matter how hard I tried to stay loose. I NEED MY OPTIONS!! WHAT ARE MY OPTIONS!!! They told me about fentynyl but I had to be monitored while on it. I agreed and got out of the tub.

I was still at 9 cm when I got out of the tub, but I felt very pushy. The fentynyl helped me pant through it. I also huffed gas at the peak of each contraction and I was able to sleep and even dream between contractions for like a minute at a time. Rest that I desparately needed. It was about 615 when they said I couldnt have any more fentynyl because it was time to push. The fentynyl is very fast acting and lasts only 30 min. At first I was scared to hold my legs, scared of my body. Then I decided I was tired of being there, and pushed with all my might during each contraction. I used the gas to recover between pushes, just to take a break and calm down. My hubby and my doula held my legs and I curled around my baby to push him out. My hubby watched him crown and he got so excited. "You're doing it, I can see him!!" The look on his face was priceless. They called the doctor in to catch the baby, His head came, then he got a little stuck at the shoulder. It turns out his arm was bent and he had his fist under his chin. This is what gave me a second degree tear. I pushed with all my might and out he came at exactly 730 pm. I shouted and laughed as they placed him on my chest. It was the best feeling in the world and so much better than my c-section. I have hiked moutains, ran races, but nothing can compare to the feeling of getting that baby out.

My whole pregnancy they were concerned about my baby being too small. We figured he would be about 6 lbs, but Adam was 8 lb 3 oz and is the biggest baby so far on both sides of our family. My doula says because my water had broken so early and his fist was up by his face probably made the contractions hurt way more. She said it was one of the most difficult births she has seen that didnt end in c-section, and she was soooo proud of me for finishing. She said it was the longest transition she has witnessed so far and that she felt so bad when I just would not go that final cm. I still cant believe I did it. I felt so much despair the last few hours, and it was so hard. For me the pain really was like torture but I just kept on going because I didnt want all that work to be for nothing. I am glad I advocated for myself, and I do not regret the drugs at all. I was totally clear headed when he came out and got that magical healing experience I was expecting.

ETA- He was also not posterior which I think the curb walking helped out a lot. So at least I didnt have back labor on top of all that.
 

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You did it!!!
Thank you for sharing. I am due 8/8 and planning an hbac (with hypnobabies). Your story and success is so so encouraging. I cannot say thank you enough. Big Congratulations!
 
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