DS was born at 38+6. I had a check at 38+5 and I was about 2cm, and told that I would go until at least my due date. Around 2am that night I woke up to pee and my water broke all over my bedroom floor. I KNEW it was my water- there was so much, and it smelled like hay. I woke DH up, cleaning up the water and called my doctor. The nurses told me that because it was my first birth, they thought I had plenty of time. They actually told me to take a Tylenol PM, go back to sleep, and come to the office at 8am to get checked.
I took some Benadryl but of course I couldn’t sleep.. DH on the other hand passed right out- although he’d tell you he didn’t sleep all night. The contractions weren’t bad but they were constant and getting worse. A couple hours later, the contractions were strong but bearable, but I felt the need to poop... Which I did. Diarrhea.. And then I puked up all of the fried pickles DH brought me home from work that night. Called the nurses again and they told me that from the sound of my voice, I didn’t sound too far along (I’m very soft spoken) and that I should wait until morning to avoid getting sent back home. Jokes on them?
I took a shower, which helped with the pain a lot and started cleaning the house. I hung curtains that I washed that day and started vacuuming?? At around 6 am I knew we had to go to the hospital, every contraction I felt that pressured need to poop (at first I thought I DID have to poop like earlier but I was clearly wrong). I called the nurses again and told them we were coming in. I didn’t even give them the option of pushing me away again.. That was the longest 20 minutes of my life making it to the hospital. Laboring is SO much harder seated/laying down. All the way to the hospital I was telling DH I wanted all the drugs. I walked to L&D and got checked- surprise, I was 9cm.. No drugs. My BP was also very high and the nurses kept asking me if I felt okay. I felt normal aside from the child trying to make its way out of my body. Contractions were back to back and horrible, so much worse at the hospital because I couldn’t move like I needed to. They set my up with the nitrous but that was a joke and just made me a little out of it. They tried a couple times to set up an IV but there wasn’t time and I was a little dehydrated.
I was in the birthing room by 6:30 and after almost 2.5 hours of pushing DS was born at 9:47. That ring of fire is. No. Joke. DS tried to come out with his hand on his face, and apparently the MW thought it was be a good idea to try and push it back in. With her hands. While DS was crowning!? I was not nice to her. I don’t remember her name, but I remember her face and I don’t think I could look her in the eyes again. In the end I had a 2nd degree tear that they stitched up while I was holding DS. They “numbed it” but I still felt every stitch. But it was nothing compared to back to back contractions. My BP went down on its own, they were worried about pre-e but it must have spiked from the stress.
I had skin to skin in the delivery room waiting for my pp room to be ready, my mom and sister came in and took some pictures which I was so grateful for-DH is terrible with a camera. We had munchkins and iced coffee in the pp room and my grandfather brought champagne but I didn’t have much of an appetite and it was a struggle enough for me to drink enough water. I didn’t get my appetite for another 3 days but when it came back it did with a vengeance.
This time around I’m hoping for a similar experience, but I’ll be getting to the hospital sooner- I don’t want to birth a baby on my bathroom floor. One of the MW said they may even have me come in after I first start having contractions because this is #2. I don’t want an epi because my recovery was so quick without interventions but I think I would at least like the option!
I was induced at 41 weeks because my doctor wouldn't let me wait any longer - I had been struggling with borderline high BP for over a month by then and had insane fluid retention. In fact, I overheard DH tell someone recently that my foot looked like someone had blown up a balloon. LOL I planned for an un-medicated birth, but was keeping the epidural in my back pocket. I was very anti-pitocin though. We checked into the hospital at 6:45 PM on Thursday. I hadn't progressed at all since my doc appt the week before (1-2 cm, 50%). Once they got everything going the first round of cytotec wasn't until 7:45. The monitors showed I was having contractions 8 minutes apart but I didn't feel them at all. We walked between doses, my amazing nurse, checked me and I was at 1-2 cm and 70%. After a short debate, I took the 2nd round of cytotec. This was at almost 11 PM. Our dog sitter was a failure so DH left the hospital to run home and let the dogs out. I slept for about 45 minutes while he was gone.
DH got back at 12 and laid down to sleep but I was getting uncomfortable. By 12:20 I pulled out my phone to time my contractions which were between 2-3 minutes apart. By 12:45 when the nurse came back in I thought I was dying and she had me on the birth ball. I was convinced I was going to be barely dilated but had DH call our doula, to come (I should have called her sooner). The contractions were 1.5 minutes apart and very intense by now and I started telling DH that I changed my mind and needed the epidural, but decided to wait for my doula thinking she might change my mind.
The nurse checked me again just before my doula got there and I had jumped to 7 cm and 100%. Luckily the doula got there quickly around 2 am! She got onto me several times because I kept trying to just lay in bed and curl up, so I went to the bathroom several times and got all the poop out. I tried to breathe through more contractions with them but just couldn't get ahead of the pain so I asked for the epidural. Getting one at 8 cm with near constant contractions is cruel punishment from my standpoint. I'm not entirely sure what time this was because I was in too much pain to pay attention. He did hit a nerve the first time he inserted it and my right leg started twitching and was painful, but once he got it right it was awesome. After we were able to use the peanut ball for 20 minutes on each side while my doctor was arriving. She got there a little before 5. I immediately started pushing when she got there for about an hour and 20 minutes, then DD arrived at 6:14 am! She was 8 lb 4 oz and 22 inches long, which is something like 99% for girls (and I'm petite). The first thing I remember my doc saying is "She's a big girl!" I immediately cried when they put her on my chest, but then almost immediately after that felt like "of course I love her" as opposed to "this is so overwhelming that I'm crying".
We did delayed cord clamping, then DH cut the cord and I lifted her to my chest while they were waiting on the placenta to be delivered (I asked for no cord tugging). She army crawled her way down and latched to start nursing, which was amazing to see. I was in active labor (with contractions I felt) for about 6 hours total and we were released from the hospital about 30 hours after we had her. I do remember having an overwhelming urge to shower to get all the "gunk" off me, so I did that as soon as they would let me. I didn't have any tears and was walking and moving around really quickly at home, but did have a set back in my recovery and started bleeding again about 2 weeks after I had her from doing too much. More rest and putting my feet up more and it was fine!
Part of me wants to go into labor on my own this time, but part of me wants to be induced again. I had such a great experience and it would be convenient to have childcare for DD all lined up and to have my preferred OB there for the delivery. I'm going to wait and see how my BP behaves in the 3rd trimester before really bringing it up though.
Love reading these! Mine wasn't too eventful... at least I don't think so
With my sons birth I had high blood pressure so we were scheduled to be induced on Thursday 9/25/14. His Due Date was the 26th. We went in at 5 am and got everything started, filled out the paper work signed all the consent forms and then I got strapped with the baby monitors and they started the IV for the Vitamin P (Pitocin) and the antibiotic since I was Group B Strep Positive. I went in at a 2/3 and was 70% effaced. At 8AM the midwife from my practice broke my water and things were progressing along as they should be. Around 12 PM I got the Epidural, I don't know how far I was at that point, but I remember that it was time for pain relief. I continued to labor along until 3PM, at that point they said we are going to start pushing. Incidentally my mom walked in from Tampa Airport at that point she made it down to FL just in time for the birth. I had my mom and fiancé (now husband) there with me as I started to push. They had me in so many different positions trying to push with an Epidural it was borderline amazing what they had me doing. But around 7pm I told them "he's not coming out. he's gonna stay in there forever." We were calling him baby big head. They gave me oxygen because I was pushing so hard with little progress. Finally they brought in one of the OB'S from my office and he tried to turn the baby. He was sunny side up and stuck. They said the pushing was starting to cause his little big noggin to swell. The OB then told me that he was too big for my birth canal and we were going to have to have a c section because of the swelling starting. That was at 8pm and that was also when my Epidural ran out.
I was in full on active labor for an hour and 20 minutes waiting to go back for my c section with no pain medication I remember little of this time. Anyone who does it with no pain medication form the start is the TRUE MVP and my hero! They did end up giving me something for pain but I don't remember what it was I know it was through the IV things get extremely fuzzy around this point, They took me back I thought around 920, I had a spinal block at that point, and I remember telling the anesthesiologist that I couldn't breathe, it flet like someone was sitting on my chest it was so heavy. He told me if that because I ws arguing with him he knew I was ok and that if I really couldn't breathe then they would have to put me under and my fiancé wouldn't have been allowed in I replied with " Im Fine" next thing I remember is I hear them say is get ready for baby. And his little cry, I asked my fiancé how he got there because I didn't remember him coming in the room. And Then I woke up in Recovery. My Magoo was born at 10:15pm on 9/25/14.
I just remember thinking everything went so fast and It took hours from what im told.
I was induced 2/22 at night with cervidil and spent the night at the hospital. I got about 2 hours of sleep. When I got to the hospital I was actually having regular contractions that were 5 minutes apart. After some fluids they spaced out a little. Around 10:30am 2/23 they started my pitocin. Immediately my already painful and regular contractions (that were back at 3-5 mins) got more intense. I tried the medicine ball, but after just a couple minutes I was asking for an epidural. I had dilated from 3 cm (what I was when I was admitted) to a 4 and I was having 2-3 contractions per 5 minutes, so about every 1-2 minutes. At about 2pm I got my epidural. Let me tell you, if you're on the fence, do it. I wanted to wait as long as I could, I was screaming through contractions! That epidural was heaven! I could still feel myself contract but they didn't hurt. Right after, they broke my water. My nurse persuaded me to use the peanut ball, it was kind of uncomfortable. Maybe an hour later my epidural wasn't covering the whole contraction anymore and I was feeling more pain and pressure. My nurse checked me (like 2 hours after the last time I was checked) and I was 8cm and totally thinned out. They gave me another dose of the epi, and I got a bad case of the shakes. This was about 3pm. By 4 pm, I was 10 and feeling so much pressure! I held off pushing until about 7pm to give baby some time to drop as he was still a little high. [He never dropped] I pushed for an hour and a half, and at 8:31, out came baby Wyatt! It was the best worst day of my life. Everything sucked leading up to his arrival. The hand iv was TERRIBLE. I apparently have tough skin and the nurses poked me 8-10 times before finally just putting it in the inside of my elbow- where they got it in the first prick and I had no occlusion issues. I told my husband this sweet boy will be an only child! Overall, it was a quick induction process, thankfully! Much quicker than I had expected!
Lol. And here we are two years later giving him a brother. It’s true that you do forget. Maybe not “when you hold the baby” but eventually!
I feel weird about how many of us were induced. It's like induction is the norm, I don't know... I feel uneasy about it. Like, WHY? I don't even oppose inductions but it is strange that it's happening this much.
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