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MRT birth story

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edited May 2014 in May 2014 Moms
I typed most of this up last week and then my computer randomly shut down and deleted it, so it's taken me a while to redo.

Short version:
Water started leaking at work on Tuesday afternoon at about 1pm (4/22), left to go to the doctors office to get checked, water fully broke in the car. Contractions started immediately, but slowed a little after epidural, changed positions at 10pm, epidural started to wear off and I was quickly fully dilated. Pushed for 2 hours. Baby boy was 10 pounds, 5 ounces, 23 inches born at 1:18am on April 23rd.

Long version:
As my students were lining up for lunch, I noticed a small gush of fluid that soaked my underwear. I asked a colleague to take my kids to lunch, and I called my doctor's office. The nurse said she would call me back with a time to come into the office to be checked. I called my husband to tell him to be on standby to leave work. I was pretty sure it was my water as it felt unlike any other discharge gush and smelled nothing like urine. I called the principal to get a substitute for the rest of the day, and left work.

While sitting in my car waiting for the doctor's office to call me back, my water fully broke. I called my husband and the doctors office and drove the block and a half to the hospital, and contractions started intensely during the drive. Thank goodness it was not very far! When I pulled up to the valet (I didn't want to have to walk from the parking garage) I explained what had happened and basically said, you don't want to drive this car right now, can you just find me a spot? They did and were very nice, and even got me a wheelchair and wheeled me up to the L&D floor, as my husband wasn't there yet.

Once I got upstairs, they saw my soaked skirt and so we skipped triage and I was admitted. I called my mom while I was waiting for them to assign me a room. I was able to take a shower once I got a room. I was checked by a resident - it was the most painful cervical check ever- and I was 3cm. My mom and my husband both arrived about an hour after me. My husband and I walked the hallways for a while. 

When I decided I wanted to go back to the room and rest, they checked me again and I was 5cm. The contractions were intense, but there were breaks in between, so it wasn't nearly as bad as when I had pitocin with my son.  I asked for the epidural because I knew I wanted it for the end, and I didn't want to miss my chance. The epidural was easy this time compared with the 45 minute ordeal with my son. This was about 6:30 pm. 

My sister arrived and we all chatted and I rested until about 10pm. My sister and mom went to the waiting room so I could try to sleep. I mentioned to the nurse that one leg was way more numb than the other. The doctor came to check my about that time and I was only 7cm, so they had me turn to one side to try to even out the epidural and speed things up. Almost immediately I was in intense pain. Not pressure down low, but contraction pain in my abdomen that was worse than before the epidural. I told the nurse, and she gave me a bolus dose of epidural medicine. It did nothing. She called for anesthesiology to adjust the epidural.

 About that time, my mom and sister decided to leave and come back in the morning. Also, the nurses were changing shifts and the new nurse decided to check me since I was feeling "pressure". Yah, not pressure. intense pain, but okay. So I was fully dilated, ready to push, so they cancelled the call to adjust the epidural. What!? NO! Seriously sad about that.

When I started pushing at 11:15, the nurse said he would definitely be born before midnight. But he was facing up and to the right, so it took forever. They said I was pushing effectively, he was just big and not quite in the right position. As I kept pushing the epidural wore off more and more, and I felt everything I didn't want to feel. Pain, pressure, the tear...

He was born at 1:18am, weighing 10lbs 5oz, 23 inches long. I held him skin to skin while they stitched me, and breastfed when they were finished. It was nice to not have visitors until the morning.

Edit: Forgot about the nurse who told me to stop crying while he was crowning and I was feeling everything. I felt like  was screaming more than crying, but either way, STFU. My husband said HE almost punched her when she said it.

He's beautiful and looks somewhat like me instead of the clone of my husband that my first son is.


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