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September 2015 Moms
babybumb1229
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Giving birth experience......
babybumb1229
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Well I was just thinking about when I gave birth to my now 5 month old son and how upsetting it was not only feeling pain and tearing down there but I had the WORST DOCTOR AND NURSE !!!!!! I went to kaiser permanente and I was feeling pressure and I kept telling the nurse I feel pressure and she said that's just the epidural okay so 1 and 2 hours pass and I still have pressure and so uncomfortable and I tell the nurse she says the same thing and that she cant be checking because i can get an infection. ....i tell my mom and my husband I feel like I need to push I'm stopping my self from pushing and my mom well she gets angry and makes me more upset then finally the doctor comes in and she says let's check and she says oh my she could see the top of my baby's head I was soooooooooo angry and frustrated this whole time I'm trying to tell them and it's no just pressure from epidural my goodness so I start pushing and then the doctor says oh do you mind if I step out and help another doctor with his patient and I say it's okay like I thought she is going then gonna come back fast and well I also have the nurse but then the nurse leaves in the middle of me pushing!!!! Leaving only my husband which doesn't know anything about giving birth and my mother who is trying to now be my nurse and tell me when to push counting then then nurse finally comes back my mom and husband stop counting thinking she was going to count but she just says push and doesn't count or even pay attention! !!! Then leaves agian till later when I feel my self tearing down there the doctor came and says stop pushing I need you to push one more time but slow then bam my baby comes I was so happy and forgot everything that I was upset about and cried seeing my baby but horrible horrible hospital and makes me not ever want kaiser agian. What are your guys story I always heard good story's about giving birth makes me wonder if I was the only one that didn't get that good experience.
Re: Giving birth experience......
My not so great experience came before that, when the anesthesiologist, who did not look like he wanted to be there at 5AM, did not administer my epidural correctly. As a result, I basically felt EVERYTHING throughout my entire labor. I let the nurse know that half of my body was numb while the other half was not. Hours later, they finally re-administered the epi, but it didn't help. On the upside, when I did go into surgery for my c-section, the anesthesiologist couldn't have been more supportive. I was drugged out of my mind and so worried that something would happen to my son, and he and another unknown doctor were the only two people who were telling me the procedure, play by play, and reassuring me I'd be okay. Seriously, I thank my lucky stars they were in my ear, encouraging me. No one was telling me anything in that room! My son was healthy, and that's all that mattered in the end. It's hard to believe it's ONLY been 5 months!
I think I've been in such a high over my son that I didn't realize everything I went through and how it shouldn't have been that way. I'm still truly blessed to have a healthy child, and that was my only goal going into the hospital that morning. But I just think of what I missed out on being unable to walk for 6 weeks and unable to really fully provide for my son and be there for him. It's a lot to accept and process.
I feel for both of you ladies. You aren't alone.
I feel awful for all of you. Mine went so well compared to that. I went in the tub for about an hour and then sat back in my room for about an hour or so with little progression. They told me they were going to break my water to move things along. After that the pain was too much for me so I got the epidural. Worked really well, hardly felt a thing. I pushed for about 45 minutes and had a small tear. I honestly felt like the worst part for me was recovery.
This baby I found a Family Doctor that specializes in antenatal care and does all her own deliveries 24/7, and I had a doula who was worth her weight in gold. I had a very healing experience. I discussed everything at length with Dr and doula before hand, so they knew me, my fears and my preferences. I had a calm, unmedicated birth that felt natural. No interventions-no IV, was only checked at my request, intermittent Doppler monitoring only, and I didn't touch the bed til I was ready to push (squatting on it with a bar, spontaneous pushing without counting). The nurses went by my birth plan to the letter. Our nurse had worked with my doula many times before and they were a great team.
I'm sorry to hear that! I would be pissed as well if my doctor ignored me or if they didn't show up.
I had an interesting time giving birth. It a long reading!
My husband and I took birthing classes and I learned everything about having a natural birth. But when it started all that I learned just went out the window soooooo fast!
First off I was sick with a really bad chest cold for about 3 weeks at that point. At night I would get cough attacks that would last till morning. So at 12am the cough started my contractions. I told my husband something is happening at 1:30am and he told me to sleep... Sure... But that would not happen. Around 5 am I would try to keep a log of it all but because of my cough the contractions where all over the place and they just felt weird (then again this is my first baby and so I didn't know what it would feel like.)
At the same time, I really wanted to poop and felt so constipated. I called my doctor and explained what was happening to me. She was weird out and told me to come in.
Before I left I finally passed the world most painful poop. Ooh my god, I was screaming my head off and thinking this is only a poop the size of an egg and not a baby... How can I do this. But after that my contractions stopped.
My husband drove me to the doctor and he ended up going to the wrong avenue... Two blocks off! I was already running late and it was rush hour in NYC so I thought it would be a good idea to just walk over there. Let me tell you NY city blocks are really long!! My LO was very low by then. It was hell walking there in the 85F temperature. Once there the OBGYN took me in right away and said I was less the 3cm dilated... I was that about a week ago! She said that my cough was irritating me and making me get fake contractions. She told me to take cough medicine and so I did at home.
I passed out for about two hours and finally around 2pm I woke up in pain again! Again had to poop and just like the first time this one was painful. My contractions started up again this time they were more regular. I pooped like 3 more times and finally called an Uber to go to the hospital. By that time I was at 4.1.1. And just exhausted from being sick and pushing eggs out of me. In the car I told my husband we should call my doctor and he told me to wait till we get to the hospital. I was in pain and could not think so I agreed with him. After all, we took classes with me and he was my rock, my voice, the logical one. Never again!!!
We got to the hospital and they put us in the "waiting area" because my OBGYN was not there. The waiting area was in a hallway of a very busy hospital and I needed to poop again! With every contraction I wanted to kill everyone around me. There were about 3 other very pregnant ladies sitting calmly and waiting. I asked how long are they sitting for and one of them told me "over 30 minutes... They don’t have enough rooms." WHAT!!!! I'm going to give birth in this god damn hallway?!?! And they are sitting there quietly, I am so weak, I want to die! So I went to the bathroom to finally poop for the last time and cry. I was mentally and physically defeated by then. I came out of the bathroom and my husband told me they got a room. I also have learned that the 3 ladies were there for a different reason.
As I am walking in to the room I see other women sitting on their beds quietly. The resident doctor came in and check me and I was only 3cm dilated. This was hours in to this mess. I was crying in pain and freaking out. I told my husband I wanted an epidural. It broke my heart and I felt so weak. The nurses caped on asking me questions and I was so angry. Could they not see I was in pain? I didn’t want to answer their stupid questions now. Finally after 15 minutes the epidural lady came……….. and asked me more questions!!!!!
“WAT THE FUC! JUST GIVE ME THE MOTHERFUCing DRUG!” (I didn’t say it like but I was sure thinking it)
“NO NO, first you have 1 in 1,000 blah blah blah.”
“Guh! I know I KNOW!”
“Blah, blah and sign here”
I so wanted to take the pen and shove it in her eye. But no! I signed and she gave me the drop. It was magical, the pain was gone.
Very soon after my OBGYN came in the room and she looked like an angel in my eyes. She checked me and said that I was 7cm. The original doctor was sooooooooo off the mark! Maybe I could have made it after all without the epidural. The doctor left and I moved my bed up in to a sitting position hoping gravity would speed things up. I also was so afraid that I would not be able to feel my LO pushing so I never pressed the epidural button.
My husband and I thought we were going to be there for a long time so we got settled in. Family Guys was on so we started watching it. 45 minutes later the doctor came it and said I was ready to push… That was fast I thought - I didn’t even finish watching the show!
I pushed for about two hours. OOH lord I pushed like I never pushed before. The nurse was on one end holding my leg up and my husband was on the other side holding both my leg and my head. About an hour in to pushing my husband got tired and his arms were in pain holding me up. I got so mad at him! I roared, “your tired? I’m the one pushing your baby out and YOUR tired!!!?” But yeah, I understand now it was hard work for him too.
I knew when my LO was about to come out because the nurses covered everything around me and each other. At that moment I kept telling myself “Please let it be human, please let it be human, please let it be human……… what if she is really ugly… like really dreadful looking, I can’t show her. What would my family say? ‘you should have never married him, I told you he would make ugly babies and now you birth a chupacabra” (and my husband is not that bad looking btw.) But no, she came out and she was human and really cute at that. I don’t ever want to forget that moment when I saw her for the very first time.
The next few days where HELL. I was still very, very sick. Every time I cough I would pee a little and it burned so bad. So I didn’t drink and that was really bad. Also, the next day the resident pediatrician comes in and a matter of fact tell us, “baby is healthy other then having the Hepatitis C from her mother and needs shots.”
“Excuse me? I don’t have HepC! I’m from Poland and we get vaccinated for it and I have antibodies but not the real thing”
“No, no you do and so does the baby so we have to vaccinate her.” He turns to my husband and told him, “you should get checked”
I don’t have it, my LO does not have it and she did not get the shot. Guh. I told my doctor to call him ASAP and tell him that.
And then we were about to leave the hospital and they stopped us because the baby had a very low jaundice reading and they wanted to monitor her overnight. Our car was already packed and we were stepping out he hospital room! On the end she was fine!!
But overall the nurses very awesome people and I could not be happier with my stay.
Sorry this was sooooooo long. Thank you for reading!
When I went in for my regular checkup a week before my due dateI although I'd had an uneventful pregnancy, my bp and proteins suddenly spiked, and I was diagnosed with pre-eclampsia, and induced that night (although I was already at three cm, so he was on the way with or without the induction). My doctor just didn't want to wait it out and risk full blown eclampsia. The induction process started late in the day, and I "chilled" overnight with the Cervadil; they started Pitocin at about 5 a.m. the next morning, although smaller contractions had already started at about 2 a.m. without the Pitocin. I did have an epidural, but it didn't "take," and I felt everything. The nurse called the anesthesiologist to redo it, but by the time he got there, it was too late, because I went from sitting at 3 cm for hours and hours to VERY abruptly ten and crowning. I told the nurses, who kept coming in and out because I was hurting but not really progressing, "Something feels different." They said, "You were just at 3, there's no way you're ready to push yet." Then one looked and was all, "OH. I'll page your doctor. That was sudden." And it was too late for anything for pain at that point.
My son had been breech until week 37, and we had a c-section scheduled, but then he turned. However, between the breech positioning, the turning, and the fact that I have a bicornuate uterus (i.e. not a lot of room), he ended up with a nuchal cord, but they delivered him quickly, disengaged the cord, and there were no problems in that regard. He was delivered with no medical concerns.
I, however, had pretty extensive second degree tearing, lots of stitches both inside and out, and had loads of bleeding...the staff was getting very concerned at the amount of bleeding, and I ended up going into shock, which was terrifying. My vision narrowed down to a pinpoint, and suddenly, people's mouths were moving but I couldn't hear them. They were concerned about my potentially not expelling all the placenta, which could contribute to eclampsia, so they did fundal massage for a loooong time, which was worse almost than labor, and increased the bleeding issues. I also got a UTI, probably from the amount of time they had to take doing all the stitching and associated messing around. So, after a painful nonmedicated birth with lots of tearing, I ended up having to be catheterized three times before I went home to empty my bladder, and a week later, ended up in the ER and catheterized AGAIN. My BP was higher than they'd have liked to have seen the first couple of weeks post partum, and I had to keep running around to go to get it monitored multiple times a day, which is fun when you've got that many stitches healing. But it did start to decline and didn't move into eclampsia.
I still have pain, five months later, even though I'm "cleared."