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March 2014 Moms
saisongbird
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I went into the hospital for my scheduled induction on Monday, April 7th at 5pm. I had very few wishes during the induction and birth - I wanted to be able to eat clears on the Cervidil, I didn't mind continuous monitoring but I wanted to be on my ball as much as possible, understanding that once I had the epidural that it would not be possible to get out of bed, I wanted to do skin to skin right after birth (which is standard practice here) and I wanted no formula feeding. We checked in and went to the room with our cooler with my clears and the first argument began - they were saying no clears. They also wanted me to get in the bed right away and I asked why - they said for monitoring. I said they could monitor me on the ball, they said no. They left the room and I texted my OB right away. There's argument #1, and it's only 6ish. They clarified what we had talked about, and I won round one. My mother works for the IT department of Entemann's and we had tons of treats for the nurses. We gave them one right off the bat, but oy.
RIP Dr. Irving Fishman - 10/1/19-7/25/10 - thank you for holding on for me.
You made my wedding day complete.
Saisongbird's birth story and recovery - one of the hardest weeks of my life. Part 1 of 2, LONG
saisongbird
member
This is very, very, very long, and emotionally disturbing. I wanted to give you fair warning ahead of time. I will add pics afterwards, I have to transfer them from my phone.
I went into the hospital for my scheduled induction on Monday, April 7th at 5pm. I had very few wishes during the induction and birth - I wanted to be able to eat clears on the Cervidil, I didn't mind continuous monitoring but I wanted to be on my ball as much as possible, understanding that once I had the epidural that it would not be possible to get out of bed, I wanted to do skin to skin right after birth (which is standard practice here) and I wanted no formula feeding. We checked in and went to the room with our cooler with my clears and the first argument began - they were saying no clears. They also wanted me to get in the bed right away and I asked why - they said for monitoring. I said they could monitor me on the ball, they said no. They left the room and I texted my OB right away. There's argument #1, and it's only 6ish. They clarified what we had talked about, and I won round one. My mother works for the IT department of Entemann's and we had tons of treats for the nurses. We gave them one right off the bat, but oy.
My ob had wanted me to come in at 5 so that we could get the process started before the shift change at 7. Yeah, didn't matter. I finally had blood drawn after 7 and had the IV inserted. The nurse (tech? don't remember) was awful - I have difficult veins to begin with and not only did she not get enough blood, she couldn't leave the IV in there and had to put the med lock in my right hand. Ow. Over the next two hours, they came THREE MORE TIMES to get the blood, because she hadn't gotten enough and everything had to be redrawn. I hate needles...
9pm rolls around and the doctor on call comes in with the world's nastiest L&D nurse. He does a cervix check - ladies, he was so aggressive I screamed bloody murder, and when he inserted the Cervidil I thought I was going to die. He said I would be checked at 11pm and that after that I could eat until midnight, as per my OB. Looking back, there's a possibility he was trying to manually dilate me, which will become relevant later. The Cervidil rubbed me raw all night long. Sleep was impossible and the pain almost made me cry. Being on the ball was the only thing that helped. 11pm rolls around, no check. We finally get the nurse in around 11:40 and she said no, there's no check, you misheard. DH and I looked at each other because we had BOTH heard him say he would check. I scarfed down as much food as a I could in 20 mins and tried to sleep without success.
Tuesday morning rolls around. My OB comes in and checks me, no progress, and amazingly, no pain from her cervix check. She says take a shower, you can eat a real meal, and I'll be back to do round 2 on the cervidil. Again, no food the first two hours and then clears. I take the world's shittiest shower and eat a decent breakfast, and she inserts round two. Still hurt, but not nearly as much, and they actually let me eat real food all day. However, I felt patronized by every nurse. I know how to breathe - don't tell me to breathe and calm down. You telling me this only increases my anxiety. And it happened with every shift to the point that I started snapping.
Tuesday night gets here and she checks me, I'm dilated to a 2. We start the pitocin around 9ish. Contractions start gradually. Nothing timeable but definitely increasing in intensity. I get checked somewhere between 1 and 1:30 - no improvement, and she strips my membranes. HOLY SHIT. I also got the epi at this point - worst part of that was marking my back, but the relief was so sweet. I get checked again at 4, still no progress, and she breaks my water, which was clear. Thank G-d. I was checked again at either 7 or 10am, and I had dilated to a 7. My ob came in just before 1pm to tell me that she had a scheduled c-section and that if I was in pain (which I was), that I needed to have my dosage upped now because the anestheologist wouldn't be available. He comes in and upps the meds and says they can't increase them anymore before delivery.
Transition officially kicked in around 1pm. I was chattering and shaking and crying through every single contraction. My DH had been amazing - never went home, trying to keep me calm the entire time. 2:30 gets here and my OB is out of surgery. No change. We have a brief heart to heart and I give up - we went for the section. She's concerned because I hadn't progressed past the 7 and I couldn't take any more. We get prepped for the section and head in around 3, 3:10. Meanwhile, my IV had been bothering me for awhile, and when we went into the section, my hand felt like it was on fire. He gave me a different med and I think an antibiotic. Didn't feel anything really except tugging but I was drifting in and out of consciousness. Allison Rose was born at 3:45. I remember giving her a kiss and they whisked her away from me. I went in and out of consciousness, and I remember distinctly screaming "ow, ow, OW!!!" at one point, which shouldn't be happening during a section. I later found out that during the section they nicked a uterine artery and that I lost 1500 ML of blood, requiring 2 transfusions, and DH tells me they had to bring in a 3rd surgeon and that there were problems with Allison as well. She had a 102 fever at delivery, and there were other problems too that he is first. She was brought to the NICU because of suspected sepsis. Remember when I said I thought the doctor tried to manually dilate me? He may have caused her fever.
Regarding delivery, I never progressed past -2 station, and she was getting stuck.
I don't remember much of Wednesday night. I was heavily drugged and was drifting in and out of consciousness. Around 9 I started getting clear and my ob came in to explain what had happened, including the artery and the fact that Allison would be in the NICU until Friday at the earliest. All I kept saying was "I just want to see my baby." She wanted to continue to observe me but I couldn't go see her until I was moved from recovery to the maternity ward. They were hoping by midnight but they said it could be overnight. Neither of those happened - they moved me at 8am. However, they did allow us to have a visit at 3am for 20ish minutes while they did cluster care. Instant love.
8am (Thursday) rolls around and we are moved to maternity. We got to spend 45 minutes with Allison in the NICU. We get to the room and moving from the stretcher to the bed was so painful. I was extremely swollen and in significant pain. My BFF took the day off of work and came around 11 to spend time with me and to let DH get food, go home, etc. While she was there, the NICU pediatrician came in and said there was a problem with her cultures and she would be in the NICU until Monday, and that since I couldn't get down to the NICU to try to feed her and since I wasn't able to pump colostrum that they have to give her formula. Cue waterworks. I felt I had to say ok because I didn't want her to starve, but I did say that I wanted them using as little formula as possible and that I would try to get down there.
Nurse comes in around 12:30 to get me wiped down. Same patronizing shit as from L&D, and I make it very clear that a) I don't want to be told to calm down and breathe, that it doesn't help me, and that b) to please listen to me when it comes to helping me/touching me because of pain levels (this is what I've been telling nurses for DAYS and they don't listen and they move me too quickly and I end up in severe pan). We get past the initial awkwardness but it's fine. I take my pain meds (percoset and motrin as needed, but my doc thinks the motrin won't do anything for me), but they're not really effective. The percoset doesn't kick in right away, and wears off about 45 minutes before the end of the dose. I get wheeled down to the NICU because all my visitors had disappeared and I wanted to work on breastfeeding. This continued off and on through the day until about 7pm, when the percoset wore off and because I had been trying to feed her, my body temp dropped. I got back to the room with my mom and DH and sat on the bed and my body LOCKED up. Shivering, chattering, crying, and immobile. We tell the nurses, who do nothing. I get the next round of meds at 7:45 and it takes until 8:55 for me to feel relief. OB comes that night, we discuss, she moves me from percoset to dilaudid and recommends trying the motrin, it can't hurt at this point. This combo of meds starts working, and while I'm still swollen from my belly button down on Friday, I start to regain more mobility.
OB checks on me Friday and while she'd like to see me progress faster, she understands I'm trying the best I can given the fact that the c-section was abnormal. I had been out of bed all day, I had walked though slowly and not as far, but I was trying. I'm also being woken for MOTN feeds since Allison can't room in with me. Saturday morning rolls around and around 8:30 they called for me to come feed her. I get one of the nurses to come get me. I tell her that when I'm due for my meds in less than 20 mins, I'd like them brought to me in the NICU. She said ok. I start feeding the baby, and I'm starting to get cold. One thing that I've been experiencing since the birth is extreme temperatures - either burning hot or freezing cold. Well, med times rolls around, and there are no meds. 9am hits, and I ask the NICU nurses to get my nurse. 9:04 my nurse comes in and asks if I would like meds. I said that I asked for them half an hour age and she said "no you didn't," to which I replied "yes I did, I told the aide when they brought me down." She leaves to go get the meds and I continue feeding Ally. 9:18 rolls around and she finally shows up with the meds, but at this point I am shivering and my teeth are chattering and I'm starting to cry. I asked her why they took so long and she said I only asked 10 minutes ago, I respond that I asked 50. My mom comes and holds the baby, who is now asleep, until about 10. I am still shaking and need to get back to my room. We get up to leave, and I'm in pain still and really need to use the bathroom, which of course is only available in the room which is not the closest to the NICU, she starts crying and says that the baby wants to eat again. I start crying and ok the formula. Part of the reason that I'm crying about this is that after the 6:30am feeding, I had gone back to my room and baby started crying again and instead of getting me, they gave her formula without my permission.
We get into the hall and I'm still crying and I ask for my dose of Motrin. The aide helps me to my room and of course, bangs my chair into my door frame. We take a shower and wash my hair and I feel a million times better when the midwife from my practice (who i have never met before) comes in around noon and decides to change my pain management plan. I objected but she didn't listen. Well, sure enough, 3.5 hours later when I've had my next diladid and need a motrin because I am shaking, This is when all hell broke loose.
Part 2 coming later....
RIP Dr. Irving Fishman - 10/1/19-7/25/10 - thank you for holding on for me.
You made my wedding day complete.
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Re: Saisongbird's birth story and recovery - one of the hardest weeks of my life. Part 1 of 2, LONG
Edit to fix shifty to shitty
Check out my blog: http://blondheimtwins.blogspot.com/
2nd FET 6/14/2013 - BPF!!! -
1st Beta: 1046!!!!! - 2nd Beta: 2754!!!!!
First u/s 7/11/2013 - TWINS!!! 120 and 124 heartbeats
Second u/s 7/29/2013 - wiggley babies! 178 and 184 heartbeats!
Third u/s 9/9/2013 - 157 and 161 heartbeats ... a BOY and a GIRL!!!! Cervix on the "shorter side" (3-3.3) - going to check again in 2 weeks.
Fourth u/s 9/23/2013 - Baby A = 157 Baby B = 150 heartbeat. Cervix now 2.3-2.6 ... being referred to a MFM
MFM Appointment 9/26/2013 = Both babies healthy, cervix now measuring at 4 - Playing tricks on me ... will follow up in 2 weeks.
Cervical check 10/7 with regular OB - 2.1cm --- going BACK to the MFM armed with ultrasound pictures from my OB of my cervix. *sigh*
MFM Appointment 10/8 - confirmed my cervix at 2.1cm - putting me on Progesterone for a week.
MFM Appointment 10/17 - Cervix unchanged! Keeping me on Progesterone - followup 10/29
Everett Alan James (3lbs8oz) and Eliana Lee (3lbs7oz) born 12/28/13 at 30w6d!
I hope Part 2 ends a little better than Part 1 did for you
Me: 28 DH: 27
Married : ** 09/09/2011 ** BFP : 07-18-13 ** Baby #1 is a GIRL , Born 03/12/14 **
** BFP 2 : 01- 05-15 ** EDD 09-11-15 **
Hugs
TTC #1 Since 7/2011
Me: 30, PCOS with anovulation
DH: 38, Low Morph & DE
Rx: Metformin 500mg
Cycle #1: Clomid 100mg + Ovidrel = No Response, Canceled
Cycle #2: Clomid 150mg + Ovidrel = No Response, Canceled
Cycle #3: Clomid 150mg + Follistim + Ovidrel = No response, Canceled
Cycle #4: Femara 7.5mg + Gonal-f + Ovidrel + IUI = BFP!!!!
~ EDD 03.26.14 ~
Congrats on Allison though!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Kari~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
TTC since December 2012, BFP 6/25/13. EDD 3/2/14. Baby Elias born 2/21/14 (38w5d)!
And plus, i am glad thay you have everything documented. If you do have a malpractice suit on your hands this will help!
I got incredibly pissed off reading this. I am so sorry, hun....
I'm ready to call and bitch out the hospital you're at....
Born 2/4/14
Weighing 6 lbs 10 oz and 20 inches long
RIP Dr. Irving Fishman - 10/1/19-7/25/10 - thank you for holding on for me.
You made my wedding day complete.
Born 2/4/14
Weighing 6 lbs 10 oz and 20 inches long