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Sunday, March 5, we spent the day at home and I was feeling very strange—very quiet and kind of sad. I couldn’t put my finger on anything particular that was making me feel sad, and I cried inexplicably a few times. We went to my mom’s that evening to watch the Oscars and knew we’d be there late and had decided to just spend the night. I went to bed around midnight. I woke up at about 3 a.m. while turning over and realized I was really, really uncomfortable—I was trying to turn over during a big contraction. Chris was already up because of heartburn so we lay there for a while and timed them. They were about 3-4 minutes apart and lasting around a minute or so. We timed them for about 45 minutes. I decided to get up and see if walking around did anything for them. Chris stayed in bed. I did some laundry and watched some TV. They petered out. I would have one every once in a while—7 minutes, 15 minutes, 10 minutes—and sometimes they felt more like gas pains. Not really any contracting of the uterus. I decided I should try and go back to sleep if I could so I went back to bed with Chris. I had two contractions in about 10 minutes while lying down and they really sucked! It was terrible laying down, so I just got right back up. I folded laundry and watched some more trashy TV.<br><br>
My mom got up around 6 or so and I gave her the update. I kept feeling like I had to poop but nothing would happen when I tried. Finally I took a huge poop and it felt fabulous! I told my mom that I would really be mad if things died and everything I’d been feeling was all just for that poop. She fixed me breakfast—oatmeal, cinnamon toast, and an orange. I got up to put my dishes in the sink and had a monster contraction. I had to get on all fours on the floor. Not long after that, Quinn and Chris woke up. Mom went to work and we got all our stuff packed up to go home. I was still having interesting contractions this whole time and was really ready to get home.<br><br>
We had two vehicles there, thinking that Chris would be going straight to work from my mom’s house. So, I had to drive the car home. I had 2 contractions on the highway and couldn’t flex my leg hard enough to put on the brakes. I just put on my flashers and slowed down and coasted in the shoulder during them. Chris was right behind me. Finally I had another one right at the north entrance to the state park and realized I shouldn’t be driving—especially on the hilly curves between there and our house. I turned right and went to the Chris’s office. Chris ran inside to tell them what was going on and that he wouldn’t be coming in that day. We left his truck there and he drove us the rest of the way home.<br><br>
Called MH (doula who is also a midwife) once we got home (about 9:15) to let her know what was going on. She agreed, it sounded like very early labor. She also had a homebirth client who was in labor and further along than I. So, there was a chance that she’d have to miss out on us. AND, the backup doula’s kids had the chicken pox. But, there were two other midwives and an apprentice who were available just in case and I tried not to worry about it. MH told me to walk, stay hydrated, eat if I wanted to, and call her back around noon if I didn’t need her before then.<br><br>
As soon as I got off the phone I went into the bathroom to pee. As I was sitting down I was saying to Chris, “It would really make me happy if I were to lose my mucous plug or have bloody show or something. Then I’d really know this was it.” Just then I dropped my plug! I wiped and just pulled it out. It landed on the side of the toilet bowl. I was so happy and I refused to flush for a long time! I just kept coming back to it and looking at it. We decided to go for a walk around the horse campgrounds. The contractions didn’t do much on the walk. They petered out almost completely. When we got home I decided to try and take a nap. I lay down at 10:30 and slept nicely. A decent contraction woke me up at 12:15. I got up and called MH back for an update and had a few contractions about 5 minutes apart. I brewed some strong RRL tea and started drinking that. All afternoon we just kind of puttered around the house and hung out. Chris cleaned, I got our stuff together for the hospital. Chris drove Quinn down for a nap around 3. While they were napping upstairs, I sat in the living room on the birth ball and read Prodigal Summer. It was so relaxing and lovely to have quiet time to myself. During contractions I would stand up, moan, sway, swing my hips, bend my knees up and down, move my head from side to side, or many different combinations of any and all of these. Sitting down really wasn’t all that comfortable and contractions slowed down or stopped when I did. So, I spent a lot of time just walking around the house.<br><br>
Quinn was so good all day. He was just very sweet and cute and well-behaved. Thank goodness!<br><br>
I called MH back around 5:30 for an update. She said that her client had her baby a few hours earlier (joy and relief!) and that she would finish up there, stop for a sandwich, then come out to us. My mom came over after work, around 5:45 or so. She wanted to stick around and see what MH had to say when she arrived. My mom just played with Quinn and read books. But, at one point she started crying. When I asked her what was wrong, she said, “I’m scared. You’re my baby and I just can’t lose another baby.” (My sister died in November). I had to reassure her that all was well, everything was normal, I felt good, it was all going to be all right, blah blah blah. I realized that was so NOT what I needed right then. So, I went upstairs and asked Chris to put Quinn’s car seat in Grandma’s car to they could leave. I stayed upstairs while they got things packed up. I wanted to be by myself for a while. This whole time contractions were coming regularly and I was rocking, moaning, swaying through them. Quinn and my mom came up to say goodbye and I was quite relieved to see them go. They left around 6:30.<br><br>
After they left, I sat in the living room on the birth ball and felt myself going inward. Up until now I was being very friendly in between contractions and laughing, joking around. I was done with that and ready to get down to business. MH arrived at 7:10 and listened to Baby’s heart rate. Baby sounded good—in the 150s. She asked if I wanted her to check my cervix and I agreed. She checked me around 8pm and I was 4 ½ cms. I was happy with that. She suggested Chris and I go for a walk to try and get contractions even stronger and closer together.<br><br>
Chris and I got bundled up and went outside to walk. It was a cold, slightly windy, and overcast night, but things were quiet and calm. We walked down the driveway to the road and took a left—the opposite way than we always walk—just for a change of scenery. As soon as we started walking, my contractions got much stronger and a lot closer together. They were about 1 or 2 minutes apart and lasting about 1 minute. I would have to grab onto Chris’s coat and kind of squat down a little bit during them. In between I was joking and talking. It was so lovely to be alone with Chris and we were kind of giddy and excited, knowing we were going to have a baby soon. We got about half way to the rental cabin down the road and I decided I wanted to start heading back. We got half way up the driveway and I decided it was time to head to the hospital. Things were still very manageable, but getting a lot stronger. I wanted to go in before things got out of control and I would be terribly uncomfortable during the long car ride. We had counted contractions on the walk and I’d had 13 total.<br><br>
Came back inside and MH called Dr. L’s service. He called right back and Chris talked to him. He said he’d meet us at the hospital. Chris was loading things in the car and kept asking, “Do we have this? Do we have that?” Finally I said, “Honey, don’t worry, we’re very prepared.” MH left a little ahead of us so she could stop at her house quickly. We left our house around 9:20 pm. I had a seriously huge contraction on the front porch on the way out to the car, but once we got on the road they slowed down again—probably because I was sitting down. I sat in the back seat and we took some towels in case my water broke. I only had 2 or 3 contractions on the ride in and those were very mild. It was a very pleasant drive with hardly any traffic. While driving through campus we passed a guy on a bike. I told Chris I was very relieved that I didn’t have to ride a bike right at that moment and we got a kick out of picturing that.<br><br>
We parked in the Emergency lot and made our way upstairs. As we got off the elevator at Labor & Delivery we were greeted by an attendant at the sign-in desk. We signed up for the “No Info” list, meaning that if anyone called or came in looking for us they would just be told that we weren’t there. That way, the only people who could drop in or call were the ones we told the room number or phone number to. We made our way back to L&D and Dr. L was waiting for us at the nurses’ station. We got our room and our nurse, Carrie, admitted us at 10:30. She strapped me to the external monitors and put the hep lock in, which I knew would happen, but nonetheless was extremely annoying. I had done a great job of drinking RRL tea and felt like I had to pee constantly. But, I kept trying to time sitting on the toilet when I knew I wouldn’t have a contraction. Unlike labor with Quinn, sitting on the toilet was incredibly uncomfortable. Dr. L came in and checked me at 10:50 and my cervix hadn’t changed since MH checked at home. I wasn’t terribly surprised, given the long car ride and the change in environment. Carrie brought in a birth ball, which I didn’t really use much. Standing seemed to make contractions come faster and stronger, and I really just needed to move during them—bending knees, swaying, moaning, etc.<br><br>
With little warning, I began to feel incredibly light headed and then grabbed onto Chris, afraid I was going to pass out. They put me in the bed and took my blood pressure. It was 80/44—extremely low. They started IV fluids and the baby’s heart rate flattened out. In the mean time, contractions both spread out and weakened, which seems almost good since I was strangely weak. I dozed in between. My BP slowly rose to 101/60 and I got up to pee.<br><br>
Dr. L came in around 2 and checked me and there was no change. He started talking about breaking my water and starting pitocin. I asked him for some time to discuss it with MH and Chris and to think about it. MH agreed that breaking my water may be just what I needed and that Dr. L was going to want to do something to get things moving. I asked Carrie to have Dr. L only break my water and see what that did and to wait on the pitocin. He came in at 2:12 and broke my water. It was painless when he broke it and there was a LOT of clear water. The plan then was for me to keep resting on my left side in between contractions.<br><br>
I almost instantly had another contraction that hit me like a freight train. It was so unlike any others I’d had up until that point. It was unbelievably intense and so incredibly painful. I was flailing and crying. When it was over, MH encouraged me to take advantage of the break in between and to totally relax. But, another one hit almost immediately and I couldn’t get on top of it. We tried to change my position in the bed, but nothing was helping. I had another one or two and during the next one (at 2:25) I moaned,” EEEPIDUUUURAAAAL!” I knew I couldn’t go on with contractions like this. Carrie was in the room and heard me and said, “Do you really want an epidural or are you kidding?” I told her I was most certainly NOT kidding. MH asked if they could check me before I decided on the epidural. She said she wasn’t trying to talk me out of it, but she was concerned that things had changed so drastically and so quickly that I may have dilated tremendously and that it would be too close to pushing for me to have the epidural. I told her that the thought of another internal exam made me want to throw up. Carrie and Dr. L were so very NOT gentle with their exams and these contractions were way to close together and painful. I knew there was no way I could NOT have a contraction during the exam. MH suggested that she give the exam and Carrie said that was fine, she’d just look away. I agreed. MH checked me and I had made no progress. Dr. D, the anesthesiologist, was right out in the hallway and came in right away. By a little after 3 I was feeling no pain. That epidural was the wisest thing I’d ever done. It was a very good one too. I could still feel the pressure of contractions and could move around in the bed but was totally comfortable. Now that I’ve had such a good epidural, I know what a terrible one I got with Quinn—it kept wearing off, I got hot spots, and I couldn’t move.<br><br>
We all rested until 6:30 when Dr. L came back in to check me. I was now 6-7 cms, 90% effaced, and the baby had dropped to about 0 or +1 station. We called my mom to give her an update and I talked to her for a minute. She said, “Mandy, I remember how proud I was of you during your labor with Quinn. You are so good at this and so brave and so strong.” It really was touching to me and made me cry. I felt good, brave, and strong.<br><br>
At some point in the night, the nurse came in to tell us that Christina had stopped in looking for us. They told her that I wasn’t there—like they were supposed to because of the No Info list. She had driven through the night from four hours away where she’d been on a business trip. We hadn’t asked her to come, she just felt like she should be there. I knew that she would be worried and call my mom, which would then get my mom concerned. So, Chris called my mom to let her know that we were on the No Info list. She was on the other line with Christina who was out in the parking lot and telling my mom, “I’m standing here looking at their car! I know they’re here!” We told my mom to tell Christina that we’d call her when there was a baby to kiss. Christina had nothing but good intentions by coming to the hospital, but it was so distracting to me to know that she had shown up. Chris wanted to go looking for her, but I told him we needed to just let it go and not worry about it.<br><br>
At 7 a.m. our new nurse Brandee came on shift. She was so kind and cool and sweet and I liked her immediately. Chris had gone to get breakfast when she came in and introduced herself. When he came back I told him that we had a hot new nurse. She checked me around 9:25 and I was 7-8 cms and very stretchy. I also had a mild fever developing—101.4. She gave me Tylenol and antibiotics, which I tried to talk her out of because I’m so sensitive to them. She was having none of it though, for fear that I had an infection. MH said that most likely it was due to the epidural, that epidurals just sometimes cause fever.<br><br>
Not long after that, Dr. L said he wanted to start me on pitocin because I’d been in labor for a while now and he was nervous about the fever. I reluctantly agreed but started crying. MH asked what I was afraid of and I told her that it was just one more intervention that I didn’t want to have. She told me that the best chance I had for VBAC was to get the baby out as soon as possible and she calmed me down a lot. By 9:50 pitocin was running.<br>
My contractions were getting stronger and I could feel a tiny bit of pain with them through the epidural. But, compared to what I had felt after they broke my water, these were a cakewalk. Brandee kept asking me if I was feeling any rectal pressure or feeling the baby move down. I wasn’t. She kept reminding me to call her if I felt either of those because it would mean I was ready to push.<br><br>
MH napped on the couch for a while so she’d be fresh for me when I was ready to push. Chris sat next to my bed and we just and chatted and rested.<br>
A little before noon I realized I was feeling the baby move down during contractions. I told Chris and decided to just wait for Brandee to come in on her own instead of calling her in. I wanted to give it some time and see what happened. I was laying on my right side and pulled my top leg up to open my pelvis during contractions. A little after noon, Brandee comes in and I let her know what I’m feeling.<br><br>
Around 12:30 Dr. L comes in and checks me. I’m completely dilated and baby’s head is at +1. Brandee sets me and the bed up to push. I start pushing around 12:40. I’m fairly reclined with my calves in stirrups. MH reminds me that we can try other positions, but this seems fine for now. Brandee and MH keep saying I’m doing a great job with pushing, but I don’t believe them. I say, “you girls say that to everyone.” But they insist that they don’t. Brandee says it usually takes about ½ hour to teach someone how to push before they start getting effective. I just couldn’t believe how easy and almost pleasant pushing felt. Very soon they can see the head. Chris is ecstatic because he says he’s seeing more of this baby’s head than he ever saw of Quinn’s. They bring the mirror over for me to watch. It’s a little alarming to see myself that way, but I look periodically because I know when it’s all over I will have wanted to have seen it. At some point Dr. L comes in and they tell him I’m doing great. He sees how effectively I’m pushing and decides to get all suited up. In between contractions I’m totally relaxed, breathing deeply, and resting nicely. We all joke around. Dr. L puts the receiving blanket on my belly and I just can’t believe that I’m actually going to push this baby out. MH keeps telling me to pay attention and remember what’s going on and reminding me that I’m actually doing it—I’m going to get my VBAC. I still don’t believe it. Then, Dr. L says, “We’re past the point of no return” and I’m still in total denial. I never said anything out loud about it, but internally I’m just in total disbelief. Crowning is slow and gorgeous (MH’s words from her notes) and I bring his huge (37 cm) head out with only a medium 1st degree laceration. Dr. L says, “the baby will be out with the next contraction” and I push with all my might. Ok, not that contraction, but the next one. He tells me to stop pushing and he guides the baby’s body out slowly, then tells me to give a small push. I’ve pushed for only 55 minutes.<br><br>
Next thing I know, the baby’s on my chest and everyone is rubbing on him, trying to get him to cry harder. He’s kind of moaning. Chris yells, “It’s a boy!” and we all laugh. I’m just so amazed and shocked and automatically in love with this gorgeous little creature who’s looking right up at me. I laugh and laugh and cry and Chris and I start talking to him, “Hi Zachary! You’re so beautiful!” I hold him for a long long time and can’t believe how delicious he smells. I tell MH, “I thought he’d be kind of stinky” and she says, “of course not, you’re sweet inside!” I just hold him and stare at him and tell the nurse, “not yet” when she wants to take him away to weigh him. He’s crying and looking right up at me. I kiss his sweet little hands and just tell him how gorgeous he is. I keep telling him, “we did it, Dude! We did it!”<br><br>
Zachary Caesar<br>
March 7, 2006<br>
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8 lbs, 14 oz<br>
22 inches
 

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Way to go! <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/clap.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="clap"> How are you feeling about your birth story?
 

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congrats! reminds me a lot of my vbac. once the water was broken, intense ctx with no rest . . . the feeling of unbelief when pushing . . . everything! wtg!
 

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I'm feeling powerful, vindicated, victorious, proud, and healed from my awful c-section. Why do you ask?
 

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OMG!! MAndy!!!! Sohappy for you! I just saw you post elsewhere, noticed the new babe in your signature and then found this. How awesome!!!! Congrats and happy babymoon!!!! So glad everything worked out!<br><br>
Namaste, Tara
 
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