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For her. For him. For us.
I was a high risk pregnancy with my 3rd baby due to several health problems. I was seeing two specialists twice a week since I was 16 weeks pregnant. We knew right from the beginning that I would be induced.
On a October 9th, 2009 I went in to see one of my specialists for a my regular weekly NST. Mia wasn't moving, even with stimulation. Her heart rate was low, but steady. My doc ordered an emergency induction, right then and there.
After being shuffled downstairs with nothing but my husband and my purse, I was in a gown and hooked up to a pitocin IV drip, several monitors and an oxygen mask within about 15 minutes. I wasn't really worried, more irritated that they were just rushing me.
Now, it starts to get interesting. The hospital I was sent to was a hospital that was equipped to deal with very serious situations during labor, delivery, and had a NICU and the team required for anything the baby needed after birth. It was ALSO a teaching hospital...
The first MORON that I got was some chinese intern that barely spoke English, kept asking me the SAME questions over and over again, as if I were lying and after each answer, she'd reply, "Uh-huh, uh-huh". After asking me what my allergies were 4 times I looked at the nurse who mouthed the words, "I know. I'm sorry." Now, I am VERY allergic to latex. Can't wear certain bras, underwear, can't touch balloons, or even some garbage bags. On the 5th round of questions, she was checking me at the same time. By the time she was done and onto the 6th round of questions, my throat started to feel funny. My skin started to itch, and I was REALLY hot. I reached for the nurse because I couldn't breath and she literally SHOVED the intern out of the way and called for the RAT team to come up STAT. That stupid intern, NEVER listened to me... she put me into anaphalactic shock. The nurse called her a bad name and yelled for the attending physician who promptly stuck his middle finger and index finger down my throat so I could breathe. I came to about 35 minutes later. Nice way to start the day, eh?
Well, after all that hoopla, they gave me several shots of benedryl and some pain meds to stop the itching and kinda knock me out until the inflammation went down. By then they were steadily cranking up the pitocin. By 3 AM on October 10th, I was in agony. I had reached the max dose of pitocin and was only 5 cm. So, what'd they do? Turned it off, let me rest for a few hours and then started it over again. Turning it off didn't really help much with the contractions, just helped with slowing them down. I was doing this all drug free, minus the pitocin. By 4 pm October 9th, I was screaming in pain. There was something wrong. My bladder felt like it was going to literally burst. I couldn't pee so they stuck in a catheter... but nothing came out. I was in so much pain from the contractions and my bladder that I was literally climbing the bed. To top it off, every damned intern and their brother came in to see me in exorcist mode.
By 11 pm October 9th, I was in so much pain I was hallucinating. I was also so exhausted that I kept passing out. My breathing was so shallow, the nurse told me that a few times she thought I quit breathing. All the while, little baby Mia was just dandy in there, gripping on for dear life. I on the other hand thought I saw the Messia or something. I was so gone, it wasn't even funny. No drug on the planet could do to me what the pain did.
By about 1 am October 10th, I was 9 cm, but my cervix hadn't dilated right. It was thick on one side. They told me to push, while (excrutiatingly painful) stretching and pulling my cervix to open more. That's when they discovered baby Mia was face UP. Gee, that couldn't have been the reason why it's taken that long, eh? I didn't even need a PhD to make that analysis!!
So, I pushed. -and pushed... and pushed. From 1 am - 9:45 I PUSHED as hard as I could. Finally, I shamefully gave in and requested an epidural. Because I was severly hallucinating and had labored SO hard, the physician allowed me to have the epidural. Mia hadn't even dropped down all the way yet. So, through waves of contractions that felt more like electrocutions that lasted a lifetime, I sat there (they wouldn't let me lay down, the jerks) and let the anesthetician complain about the tattoo on my back. I screamed at him to shut up and hurry. Instead of proceeding, he had the audasity to come around to the front of me and yell at me for being rude! I did something I never thought I would do; I spit on him and told him that if he didn't stick that needle in my spine that I would be sure that he left the room in as much pain as I was in!
So, I got the epidural. Sort of. I think he did it on purpose. The epidural only numbed my right outer thigh, outer hip and outer leg down to my baby toe. Exhausted, I begged for them to give me a c-section. I begged to be shot. I begged for them to rip her from my body. I couldn't take much more. I wanted to die. I was pretty sure, I was dying. ...-but they made me push. Two nurses pushed on my stomach to help push the baby out, but it only hurt me worse (had bruises for 6 weeks thanks to that handy little trick). By now, it's about 10:35 am October 9th. I couldn't push anymore. I could barely breathe and I felt like they didn't care about me anymore. I felt like they enjoyed watching me suffer for that long. But then...my saving grace... my husband looked at me and said, "Baby, you HAVE to do this. We've waited so long to have her here. We can't lose this one. You have to get her out NOW or something could happen to her... you HAVE to push and you have to do it NOW, Sheena." At that very moment, everything stopped. I could only see him. I could only hear him; No monitors, no nurses yelling, no door slamming, no doctors shouting at me, no noise... just his voice. Then, by the strength of God, I took the biggest breath my lungs would take and pushed as hard as I could, and I kept pushing.... until I heard her cry. At exactly 11am, Mia Angelia was born into the world.
3 days of labor. 3 days of agony and terror. For what? For her. For him. For us.
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Re: For her. For him. For us.
I'm sorry but this seems like a crock. None of the dates add up, if you went to your appointment on October 9th, then how did all this take place early morning and all day on the 9th? Also, if they were so worried about her not moving why did they let you continue to labor in such pain for so long? Based on your other post,it seems like you just want to start drama.
If I am totally off base then I am sorry and I hope that you get the therapy that you need to be able to deal with the trauma of this birth. I definitely don't think you need to be having more children.
Be gone, troll.
https://community.thebump.com/cs/ks/forums/thread/38220192.aspx
That was a lot of typing just to post a fake story. Why do bumpies do this? I don't understand.
I must admit the part about someone putting their fingers down your throat when you "couldn't breath" made me giggle.
Um. Idiot. Why you would take the time out to post is beyond me... seek help. Quickly.
Mother to:
Aidan William (3/19/09)
Laila Monet (1/5/11)
Ava Selene & Chloe Corinne (2/6/12)
I'm confused by the timeline.
Sounds like you would have a nice lawsuit against the hospital for your horrible treatment.
Lastly, I doubt they would let you labor so long and my understanding is that they don't turn the pitocin off...if you don't progress and the baby is in stress (and your as high risk as you said you were) you likely would have been given a c-section.
Nice story though.
Me too
vegan mama, military wife
Agreed...