Much of my L&D memories are hazy since it was a terribly failed long induction turned c/s, but I clearly remember shouting "That's not a good idea!" when they asked DH in the OR if he wanted to cut the cord. LOL we had previously discussed it and he is way too squeamish.
I was induced and progressing well on just pitocin, contracting but not really feeling pain from them. I was pretty cocky during those first few hours. Then they decided to break my water and the contractions were intense and they just wouldn't let up. All I wanted to do was scream and my mom kept going "shhh quiet down" I only contracted like that for about a half an hour when I told them to get me the epidural. The anesthesiologist walked in and said "oh I must be in the right room and the one screaming must need this"
After the epidural i took a nap and less than a few hours later was ready to push. Later I told my mom screaming was the only thing that made the contractions feel better.
I will share my sister's epi story because I think it's hilarious. She had a very fast labor, water broke at home, went for a long walk before heading to the hospital, and was in a lot of pain by the time she got there. I'm pretty sure she was in transition while waiting for the anesthesiologist who was helping someone about to get a c/s. When the nurse came in to tell her it was going to be a bit longer because he was with someone else, she screamed "Let her die!". LOL! She finally got her epi and roughly 5 hours after her water broke she had her baby.
I didn't say much, but I am pretty sure the looks I was giving him were enough. H was trying to be helpful and rub my back but I just didn't want him touching me, AT ALL.
Mine was fast and dramatic. Water broke at home at 9:30 in the morning after not having any type of contractions or warning. I was home alone and hubby was in the woods, hunting. I debated on if I should call him because at first I thought I might be peeing myself. I did call him and then got in the shower to get ready because I thought I had time. By the time I got out of the shower, I was in so much pain I couldn't get my pants on, couldn't fix my hair and only got one eye done with makeup. When he finally got there about an hour later I was rolling around on the floor with no pants on and dog standing over me whining. We drove like 90mph to the hospital. Got there about 11am and nurses were freaking out since they found that I was 8cm dilated and they didn't know where my doctor was. He did make it though, I ended up getting some type of drugs (I don't think it was an epi but it was a shot in my back) because I was refusing to push without drugs. My daughter was born at 12:45pm.
I was mean to hubs. I especially remember being so pissed because he was so worried about tying the back of my hospital gown and I wasn't having any of that.
My funniest moment was just after my daughter was born. I had heard in my birth classes that it takes several pushes to get the whole baby out. One for the head, one for the shoulders, and sometimes another one for the rest of the body. I had pushed out her head and apparently the rest of her slipped out on the same push, but I was so banged up down there that I didn't realize it. I was bracing myself to go again with the next contraction when all of a sudden the doctor slapped this gooey purple tiny human on my chest. I looked down at her and eloquently said, "Oh holy shit!" and all the nurses cracked up.
So those were my first words to my little girl. I look forward to telling her that story some day.
My former boss told me stories of her labors (she had 4 kids natural) and how they made you take an enema back then etc. one bit of advice she gave was eat before you go in because you will get hungry and they won't let you eat. So as dh is driving me in to go have the baby, I made him stop at chick fil a. The employees there probably thought I was insane, but I'm glad I stopped. 14 hrs of labor and I didn't get to eat until after midnight that night.
I was on pitocin as my water broke on its own but I was only 1 cm dilated. A few hours into the pitocin, I requested some drugs in my IV. They gave me some Nubane, but I remember the nurse said it wasn't a full dose. I was finally able to rest. This is what I said while on the drugs to DH. "I totally know this is the drugs talking, but when I close my eyes, the IV machine sounds like little birdies." DH somehow kept from laughing and just politely told me he could understand how I could think that while on drugs. I can't imagine how loopy I would have been had she given me the full dose....
BFP with #2- Sept 6, 2013 EDD May 20, 2014 MC Sept 26, 2013 @ 6 wks 2 days
My moment of elegance- I was on day 2 of induction (liquid diet so you're hungry, you're tired from being probed and laboring on the bed, pitocin and magnesium are the devil you get the picture) but I think it was probably 12 hours after they broke my water and that's when all hell breaks lose. I had had two epidurals and they didn't take so I was full on raging out, screaming, puking on the floor, ripping out IV's trying to find a comfortable labor position- so much pain- I was like the Hulk on steroids. The third time the anesthogoligst came in and I was leaning over letting him do his thing, I suddenly demanded that someone bring me my deodorant out of the bag. Everyone just looked at me like what the hell, and I screamed- "I am a lady! This is unacceptable!" I think I was just delirious but being sweaty and smelly suddenly became a major issue for me. I have no idea...
And then I puked on the floor again while the anesthesiologist was trying to get the damn needle in.
Super fabulous moment in my life. It kind of cracks me up now how ridiculous that whole ordeal was but what can ya do. Better luck the second time!
I didn't know I was in labor. I went to the hospital at 2 am because I saw some blood when I wiped. I had some bad "cramps" but I didn't think they were contractions because they weren't "x" long every "y" minutes.... just random.
I got to the hospital and was 7 cm.
"OH MY GOD IS IT TOO LATE FOR AN EPIDURAL??!"
It wasn't, TG, but then labor slowed, started pitocin, and ending up with an emergency C because the cord was around his neck.
Everything about it was funny. I was in labor for 6 hours before I realized it bc it felt like constipation pain and even made DH go to the store and buy me some meds to help with constipation and talk to my OB about what I could take. Then my water broke as I stood up and I did my best to run to the bathroom and DH is yelling what the hell was that? In triage I was so pissed at the nurses for not checking me that I ended up making DH go tell a triage nurse that I needed to push. Then I am yelling at them as they rushed me down the hall to a room after they checked me and realized I was at 6 cms. I think I only told DH I hated him a couple times and I may have told him to run a red light or two
Mostly just alternated wanting him to touch/rub/massage and be nowhere near me from contraction to contraction. Poor DH had no idea what to do, and I had no idea what I wanted from him.
Let me see... My hubby remembers clearly some of the things I apparently yelled while in labor. Background, I was induced, had an EXTREMELY fast and furious labor, and delivered my son just shy of 3 hours after they broke my water and started Pitocin. Shit got real. Real fast.
"Do you WANT me to shit all over the bed?"
When the nurse came in, again, to tell me I needed to stay in bed on the monitors and quit going into the bathroom. She didn't respond and let me get up.
"Call the nurse, I want to sign the papers, I want a needle in my back, I want to go to sleep, and I want to wake up at a 10!" (While holding into his belt buckle as he's standing in front of me, his lovely wife, who is sitting on the toilet simultaneously experiencing some epic contractions while my body is also in "clear out" mode, pooping for the I-don't-know-how-manyeth time.) Awesome, amiright?
He didn't call her, instead he just told me to suck it up because I had warned him I would say that at one point and he wasn't going to let me waiver from my plan to labor on my own. I was in transition already, even if he had called her they wouldn't have gotten me any drugs in time.
"This baby feels like it's coming out of my ASS!!!"
"I'm going to throw up!" (I didn't).
"I can't stop pushing, are you FOR REAL?"
At the psycho nurse telling me not to push because the doctor wasn't there yet.
Apparently I said shit and ass a lot.
The woman who was in the room next to me told me the next day at our checkout class that hearing me deliver scared her, even though this wasn't her first baby. Whoops. Sorry.
First off - reminder intro - I've lurked on this board since the very beginning but only posted a couple times. Primarily because by the time I get home from work and DD in bed anything I would have said was already said. I was way more active on TB with my first. Anyway - due August 14th with a boy!
This board was just too good to pass up!
My first was kind of dramatic. I had contractions literally for 18 hours and wouldn't dilate because of scar tissue on my cervix from a previous LEEP procedure. Anyway, long story short, after pitocin and some serious bleeding one of the nurses finally pushed her fingers up there and "manually" dilated me. After that I went from 2 CM to Baby in under 30 minutes. She came soooo fast that the room wasn't even set up for delivery. The nurses panicked and told me to stop pushing - but honest to goodness it was ALL MY BODY. I had zero control. I screamed at my best friend to "Get the F&(# Out" (I didn't want anyone to be there), but my husband threw the video camera at her and said "If I can skin a deer and I can catch a baby!!" then positioned himself between my legs.
Thank Goodness they pulled a random doctor in from the hallway just in the nick of time. DD was born after just three good pushes.
During the long hours of contractions prior to baby, my husband would rub my back and kept saying "what's wrong baby". I know he was trying to console me and couldn't come up with the right words, but I'm pretty sure I asked him "What the F*#& do you think is wrong????!!!!"
With my first I had such painless early contractions that I assumed I'd be at it for days. I'd been told not to go to the birth center until I couldn't talk through the contractions...so no rush. I hit transition after about 3 contractions I couldn't talk through. DH was driving home and on the phone with the midwife, but I felt sooo off, that I felt like someone on the planet should know about these symptoms. So I called our friends so I wasn't all alone. The husband answers and I'm trying to tell him I'm in labor. He doesn't recognize my voice...he starts trying to tell me to call someone else. I can feel an intense contraction coming so I have no time for this. I shout <his name> this is <my name> the baby is coming now! He loves to tell this story. He says it's the only time he's ever heard someone sound like they were possessed by the devil. They rush over but the baby is here before anyone else arrives.
With my second, I had a much shorter total labor, but much more painful. So the midwives were here; DD was taken away; the birth pool was set up. I was cracking jokes between contractions about the warnings on the inflatable birth pool (not to be used by anyone under 9 years old).
My mom has had short labors for all her kids. When she went into labor with me they called my aunt to come watch their other kids. My dad took a shower and my aunt decided to make a roast, when my aunt finally arrived she realized my mom was in intense labor and they needed to leave right away. She labored in the car and when she got to the hospital and in a room they were only there a few minutes when my mom started yelling "she's coming". A nurse ran in told her not to push my mom had another contraction and i guess I was coming no matter what at that point. The nurse looked down and saw she was crowning and the nurse ran out to the hall screaming "we need a doctor in here!" She ran back in and told my mom "if i need to catch i will but I really don't want to" which my mom replied "what the fuck are you being paid for!? What do you mean you can't catch!?"
I was silent through most of my contractions until midway through transition. That's when I started telling DH and my doula that I couldn't do this anymore and I just wanted it to stop. My doula told me I'd be meeting my baby soon and I shouted at her "I don't care!!!". Luckily they didn't believe me and I was ready to push shortly after.
Oh, and DH told me that DD really did have to be "caught". Once her head cleared, she shot out of me like a football. Luckily the midwife was ready.
I totally agree with anyone who said eat before going in, as long as you're not crowning, eat something! I didn't, my son was born about 14 hrs after we got to the hospital. After my epi I slept a solid 8 hrs and it was amazing! But I woke up hungry, and then angry, because H had gone to the Dunkin in the lobby for a donut, made the mistake of not throwing away the bag before I woke up, and I wanted a donut terribly! luckily it was open 24 hours so once I delivered and could have food, his first task was to get me a Boston creme, stat!
With my second, contractions were getting pretty intense but I was only at 3cm. I started to cry because I wanted my epi and had been told they wouldn't put one in before 5cm. Luckily, my ob was awesome and let me get the epi. Dh went out to smoke while I was waiting for the anesthesiologist. A few minutes later the nurse came back in and said that the anesthesiologist was in a c/s and it would be about an hour. But she gave me a shoot of Fentinol. When DH came back a few minutes later, he burst out laughing the second he walked in. He said something about me looking like I felt better — I can't really remember — and I nodded. I told him "the nurse gave me this awesome stuff, fennel or something. It's like being drunk without the hangover!"
I didn't think I was in labor, even though I was a week overdue, I thought I was sick. I finally woke dh up, and he asked me if I was felt sick constantly. I didn't so he started timing, and what do you know, I was feeling sick every 7 minutes. I still didn't think I was in labor and waited 2 more hours to call in sick.
I was in the tub at the hospital having intense contractions with very little break in between. Dh kept running out to eat a handful of trail mix in between contractions. I started screaming that there were no breaks, he ran back in, told me to breathe, and exhaled banana chip smell in my face. I freaked and still cannot eat them.
After I gave in and got an epi, I kept telling everyone how I really am a pleasant person and I hope I didn't scare any other moms. The nurse assured me there were no other moms, but the cleaning crew was pretty concerned (I was a screamer!)
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After the epidural i took a nap and less than a few hours later was ready to push. Later I told my mom screaming was the only thing that made the contractions feel better.
So those were my first words to my little girl. I look forward to telling her that story some day.
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"Do you WANT me to shit all over the bed?"
When the nurse came in, again, to tell me I needed to stay in bed on the monitors and quit going into the bathroom. She didn't respond and let me get up.
"Call the nurse, I want to sign the papers, I want a needle in my back, I want to go to sleep, and I want to wake up at a 10!" (While holding into his belt buckle as he's standing in front of me, his lovely wife, who is sitting on the toilet simultaneously experiencing some epic contractions while my body is also in "clear out" mode, pooping for the I-don't-know-how-manyeth time.) Awesome, amiright?
He didn't call her, instead he just told me to suck it up because I had warned him I would say that at one point and he wasn't going to let me waiver from my plan to labor on my own. I was in transition already, even if he had called her they wouldn't have gotten me any drugs in time.
"This baby feels like it's coming out of my ASS!!!"
"I'm going to throw up!" (I didn't).
"I can't stop pushing, are you FOR REAL?"
At the psycho nurse telling me not to push because the doctor wasn't there yet.
Apparently I said shit and ass a lot.
The woman who was in the room next to me told me the next day at our checkout class that hearing me deliver scared her, even though this wasn't her first baby. Whoops. Sorry.
With my first I had such painless early contractions that I assumed I'd be at it for days. I'd been told not to go to the birth center until I couldn't talk through the contractions...so no rush. I hit transition after about 3 contractions I couldn't talk through. DH was driving home and on the phone with the midwife, but I felt sooo off, that I felt like someone on the planet should know about these symptoms. So I called our friends so I wasn't all alone. The husband answers and I'm trying to tell him I'm in labor. He doesn't recognize my voice...he starts trying to tell me to call someone else. I can feel an intense contraction coming so I have no time for this. I shout <his name> this is <my name> the baby is coming now! He loves to tell this story. He says it's the only time he's ever heard someone sound like they were possessed by the devil. They rush over but the baby is here before anyone else arrives.
With my second, I had a much shorter total labor, but much more painful. So the midwives were here; DD was taken away; the birth pool was set up. I was cracking jokes between contractions about the warnings on the inflatable birth pool (not to be used by anyone under 9 years old).
My mom has had short labors for all her kids. When she went into labor with me they called my aunt to come watch their other kids. My dad took a shower and my aunt decided to make a roast, when my aunt finally arrived she realized my mom was in intense labor and they needed to leave right away. She labored in the car and when she got to the hospital and in a room they were only there a few minutes when my mom started yelling "she's coming". A nurse ran in told her not to push my mom had another contraction and i guess I was coming no matter what at that point. The nurse looked down and saw she was crowning and the nurse ran out to the hall screaming "we need a doctor in here!" She ran back in and told my mom "if i need to catch i will but I really don't want to" which my mom replied "what the fuck are you being paid for!? What do you mean you can't catch!?"
And that's my birth story lol...
Oh, and DH told me that DD really did have to be "caught". Once her head cleared, she shot out of me like a football. Luckily the midwife was ready.
luckily it was open 24 hours so once I delivered and could have food, his first task was to get me a Boston creme, stat!