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Med-free hospital birth with azzhole dr- very long
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My due date was April 4th. Contractions started about 5 p.m. on April 10th. I timed them for about 3 hours before I was ready to accept that it was the real thing. Looking back I should have tried to nap to prepare for the long night ahead, but I was too excited. DH got home from work about 9:30 and quickly got to work finishing the rest of his schoolwork since it looked like he wasn?t going to be going to class the next few days.
I laid down and tried to sleep while DH was writing a paper, but by this point the contractions were just strong enough that I couldn?t sleep through them. About 11 p.m I got out of bed and Dh and I watched TV to kill time. I wanted to stay home as long as possible, but being a FTM, it was really hard to gauge the pain level. I had to stop and breathe through the contractions, but was still able to talk and laugh in between. We had been using a website to time the contractions and DH being very into graphs and analytical things right now, took all the data and made several graphs on Excel. He was very intent on making sure the format looked right and I remember snapping at him to refocus on me during contractions because he was into them. (looking back I find this hilarious and I saved the graphs for the baby book).
By 3 a.m. I was starting to feel ready to go to the hospital. I still wasn?t miserable, but I was feeling slightly nauseas and I knew that sometimes women throw up during transition so I was hoping that I was pretty far along, but just handling the pain really well. (How silly that seems now that I know what real transition feels like).
We got the hospital about 4 a.m. and a nurse checked me about 5 a.m. I was 2cm dialted, 90% effaced and my cervix was still very far back. I was so deflated! I felt like the past 12 hours had basically been for nothing. I was all naively thinking that I was pretty far along and in reality, I was barely dilated at all. The dr on call was not a dr with our group. Apparently he works a few shifts a month and I was lucky enough to get his shift. He was an older man and I was not thrilled when I met him, but I tried to tell myself he would be fine.
At this point I started thinking about getting an epidural. DH and I were both exhausted and I knew that I wouldn?t be able to sleep and neither would he as long as I was awake. So I told myself to just hang on until I was at least 4 cm and then I could get the epidural. We walked the halls and I did my best to cope with the contractions. About 6 a.m. I asked to labor in the tub. I spent about an hour or so in the water and it felt so great. I swear I only remember 4 or 5 contractions the whole time I was in there, but there must have been more since it was an hour. At 9 the dr wanted to check me so I had to get back in bed. I was just praying that I was at least 4 or 5cm so I could get some pain relief and sleep. After the most painful cervical check ever (I yelled out and jumped and the dr didn?t even flinch or attempt to be gentler), the dr told me that I was 7+cm! I was so shocked and excited. DH looked at me and I knew that I had the motivation to forgo the epidural. So when the dr asked about it, I said no and it was never brought up again. I still didn?t have a hep-lock at this point, although I had been told I?d have to get one. I was able to convince the nurse not to do one and agreed to get a dose of pit via a shot after delivery.
An hour later a nurse checked me and I was about 8cm. We decided to break my water to hopefully knock out the last 2 cm. Once my water was broken the contractions got more intense and I was having trouble remembering to breathe during contractions. DH was awesome and reminded me to count to 25 when each contraction hit and telling me to breathe when I would seize up and start to panic. He was absolutely instrumental in helping me cope. He made me drink cranberry juice and fed me ice chips in between contractions. It makes me tear up when I think about how supportive and amazing he was. Another hour later and I was at 9cm with a lip on one side. The nurse suggested I lay on that side to help it move out of the way. At this point I was really liking the idea of an epidural. But I knew that I must be near the end if I was thinking that, and also I knew that it wasn?t even a possibility since I didn?t have an IV.
Eventually I started to feel like pushing and the nurse said to just go ahead when I felt like it. I knew it was time when I took what felt like a giant crap on the bed during a contraction (its so true how you really don?t care at all). So I started pushing and the room began filling with lots of nurses. I could tell that I wasn?t going to push for very long when the dr came in and started getting ready too. The nurses were amazingly supportive during pushing. I could hear them cheering me on and even heard some in the background talking to each other about how great I was doing. It was very motivational to keep pushing through the pain. And it was very painful! I kept thinking about how women say that pushing is a relief, but all I felt was extreme burning the whole time. I pushed for about 40 minutes and Audrey Jane was born at 12:47 p.m. weighing 7lbs 14 oz.
The nurses asked if I wanted to do skin to skin and she was placed on my chest for a while. Then the nurses and DH took her to the other side of the room while the dr started stitching me up. I had several labial tears that were sideways. When the dr started to stitch me up I could feel everything and practically jumped off the table. He snapped at me and said that I was going to feel pressure. I told him it wasn?t pressure, it was the actual needle. He glared and me and said that he would give me another shot of local, but he had already given me several. I spent the next 10 minutes gripping the hands of nurses on either side of me while he finished. Other than shaking our hands in the beginning and at the end, the dr never said one single word to my husband or I that wasn?t related to the delivery-basically no bedside manner. I?m just thankful that there were no complications requiring us to interact more with him.
Recovery is going well, although I?m still pretty sore down there. But I have a cute baby to show for it, so its all worth it!
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Re: Med-free hospital birth with azzhole dr- very long
Congrats!
It's crazy how similar your birth story is to my first birth, as far as the dr. goes. When I originally checked in I had a nice woman OB that was the first on call dr. When it came time to push, though, she had gone to deliver another baby at the other hospital so I got stuck with this other on call male OB. The nurses actually warned us before he came in that he was a very intelligent dr. but his bedside manner wasn't the greatest.
He said almost 0 words to me the whole time and then after delivering (med free) he started my stitches. He gave me the local but it started wearing off and I was feeling everything, which I told him. He said, I only have a couple more to do, and he finished up without even offering more local. Seriously? You want me to stitch up your penis without pain killers?!?!?!
Congrats again!
Your story sounds very familiar. Like my first birth. Deflated is a great word for what I felt when I too arrived at the hospital with contractions 3 min apart only to be told I wasn't dialated at all. Say what! They didn't even want to let me stay. Thinking I was no where near delivery made me very panicky. I delivered 3 hours later and flipped off the triage nurse that had tried to send me home.
Getting stitched up was the worst part for me. Similar experience. I could feel the needle. I nearly kicked the doc in the face. On the last birth my tear was so minor that the CNM gave me the option of forgoing stitching at all, which I happily did. Still healed up just fine.
Congrats.
Baby BOY is due May 23, 2014!