April 2019 Moms
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DD born: 3/31/19
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DD born: 3/31/19
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DD born: 3/31/19
To say this week has been the longest and scariest week of my life would be an understatement!
From the beginning....
Monday (2/11), I started feeling like there was something off. I became really swollen in my face and hands, I got a pounding headache, my vision got blurry, my heart was racing, the whole nine. Having previous experience with preeclampsia I knew I needed to get to the hospital. Upon arriving my blood pressure was 167/97. I knew right then and there it was game over. Of course only being 32 weeks 1 day, I was terrified of what was going to happen. Throughout the day, I was admitted and we began a 24 hour urine evaluation and things seemed pretty stable. I had a growth ultrasound and a steroid injection for his lungs and things were good. Tuesday rolls around and things had remained stable and there was talk about letting me go home to wait this out under strict bedrest and multiple times a week office visits. Having 3 other children at home who needed their momma I was perfectly fine with this! Well....around 8 pm Tuesday evening I started regularly contracting and that continued throughout the night. Wednesday morning my OB came in to see me and discovered a new and very dangerous symptom of the preeclampsia had developed. I had 4 beat clonus reflex in my feet. She told me at that point she’d never seen more than two. At that point she started magnesium, drew a bunch of lab work, contacted MFM, and neonatal. The decision was made because my health was declining at a dangerous pace that the best thing to do would be to deliver. Holy crap!
Labor and delivery....
After being moved from antepartum to labor and delivery I was started on cervical meds to dilate and soften my cervix without pit. Things were progressing pretty well and I made it to 4 cm and baby and I were both stable. Around 12 hours in my doctor convinced me to go ahead and get the epidural to give myself a break because my body was weak and she was going to break my water. Well, at that point baby’s head was still high and she was concerned that at that point breaking my water would cause his cord to prolapse. We began the pit at that time and began the wait. We waited and waited and no progress was being made and my body was getting weaker and weaker. Around 2:45 pm Valentines Day my doctor checked me again and there was no dilating progress being made but, I was contracting and his head was lower and we were much thinner. At that time she decided it was a good time to break my water and that’s when all hell broke loose. When my water was ruptured there was several very large gushes of fluid and the fear of a prolapsed cord became reality. At that point it became very scary but oddly the most orgnaized fear imaginable. I remember looking at my doctor, looking at Eric, and looking at my family sitting on the other side of the room everyone with the look of fear on their faces. It was terrifying. At that point there was numerous doctors, nurses, OR staff, NICU staff surrounding us and I was being wheeled down the hall with a nurse on top of me holding the cord into the OR. We literally went from prolapsed cord to baby here and safe via emergency csection in 7 minutes! It was the scariest moments of my life but I’m incredibly amazed and thankful by how everything happened. Had my water spontaneously ruptured we would have lost him. God had his hands on our shoulders. At 2:55 pm on Valentines Day I gave birth to a beautiful 4 lb 10 oz baby boy!
Recovery and NICU life...
Because I had to be sent back to ICU for 24 hours after delivery I was unable to get out of bed or go see Noah. That was probably one of the hardest parts of all of this. But, our hospital has NICU cameras and the doctors and nurses did a great job of keeping me informed about what was going on. After I was moved to the mother baby floor I was able to go see him. He was even more perfect than I’d imagined. I was feeling very rough. After 3 days of magnesium, a failed labor, the emergency csection, my body had just had enough. I started getting these awful gas pains which were seriously the worst pains I’ve ever had in my life! I finally started getting some relief from that Saturday evening after I took a 2 hour long shower to relax my muscles. I came home on Sunday late evening. My big girls were so excited to see me! I’m still in quite a bit a pain and very bloated and swollen but, things are improving everyday!
Noah is absolutely AMAZING! He is a little fighter for sure. He spent the first few days on a bubble cpap and iv fluids. But, today at 5 days old is officially IV and respiratory support free! It’s been so cool to watch just how far he comes everyday and the doctors are impressed with how well he is doing so soon! Now we sit back and let him get stronger and grow! We are so incredibly blessed.
My milk came in on Sunday so he’s getting all the goodness through his feeding tube and hopefully by this weekend we can start introducing the breast!
As scary as this journey has been I am just ultimately so grateful that Noah and I are both here, healthy, and getting stronger everyday!
At 33+1 we went to our weekly US to check on the boys. After the tech was done, MFM came in and told me the boys had slipped off their growth curves and we would need to deliver later in the week. I walked down the hall and immediately got my first set of steroid shots, and got the next round the next evening.
The next day I went in to see my OB to discuss the mode of delivery. He checked my cervix which was 2.5cm dilated and beginning to efface. After a long discussion, DH and I decided we would attempt an induction as the cervix was favorable and both boys were head down. That day we got scheduled to come in Thursday at 9:00.
Thursday arrived and we got checked in and started discussing how we would induce. The doctor on call was one of the few who was comfortable with breech extraction so she had high hopes of getting us delivered by that night at 6pm.
We started out with a round of cytotec which helped effacement and set off a lot of contractions, but only changed dilation to a 3. Later that day we began pitocin and saw great patterns of contractions that still didn’t change the cervix much. The doctors advised getting the epidural sooner rather than later due to the high chance of an emergency CS, so I was thankfully able to get some rest that evening, but when I woke up most of the contractions had died out and I was still only about a 3.
I was starting to feel pretty discouraged but we repositioned me and kept pushing the pitocin up. Around 8:30am, the doctor came in and we discussed breaking my water. I knew from my son’s birth that my body responded well to this previously. She did a recheck and saw I was at 4.5cm so she thought it was as good of a time as any to do it.
After she broke Baby A’s water, I started to feel like my epidural wasn’t working on my right side. I was having fairly painful contractions throughout the right side of my back. My doula helped by applying counter pressure and DH kept me supplied with rags soaked in ice water as I breathed through them. Anesthesia came in and gave me another dose, which helped to cut down on the pain. As I breathed through those contractions, I was feeling nauseated and was shaking pretty badly. I also didn’t want to speak to anyone in the room. My doula pointed out that this was probably me transitioning into full blown labor.
About two hours later, at 10:30am, the doctor came back to check my progress and got a huge smile on her face. I was at a 10, and Baby A’s head was right there. She left to get the OR prepped and DH and our doula suited up to go with me. Due to the chance of Baby B flipping, they had me deliver directly in the OR in case we needed a quick CS. There were easily 20-25 people shuffling around in the OR to take care of the three of us.
DH and one of the nurses (who was amazing) held my legs back and as I felt contractions coming they coached me through. It took two contractions to get Baby A (Harvey) out and he came out crying like a champ. He had a short cord so he laid on my lower abdomen while DH cut the cord. I got to hold and kiss him before he got taken away to get some better color on him.
Baby B (Isaac) still had intact waters, so I used a contraction to push him farther down, where the doctor broke his water as well. Another two pushes and he was out screaming his little lungs out. I held him as well while DH cut his cord. DH got to hold them and be with them as they were weighed and measured and while I was delivering my placenta. Harvey was 4lbs 8oz and Isaac was 4lbs 5oz - a full 8-9oz larger than they had estimated them earlier in the week.
DH spent the next couple hours with them in NICU while they had me in “recovery,” but I am here with them now. They are both breathing room air and their sugars look good. We need to work on regulating temps and feeding but we are so lucky with how well they’re doing.
They monitored me for about 2 hours, and the nurse seemed confident I was going to go home. She called the on call OB to discharge me, and next thing I know, the phone is handed to me with her telling me the doctor wants to talk to you. At that time, I knew I was done. Sure enough, doctor said I’ll be there around 5pm, you’re having a c-section today. (Not her exact words, but the gist of what she was telling me). I freaked out- I hadn’t packed a hospital bag, our shower was the day before, so I hadn’t put anything away or washed anything.
Called DH and told him he might want to get to the hospital, because we are having a baby at 5pm. He lost it too.
Anyways, about 4pm they start prepping me for surgery, and about 5 they bring me to the OR. They had a hard time placing the spinal, they kept hitting bone. I was crying because it hurt so bad. They finally got it in, and I was numb. Surgery went well, and at 5:50pm, Elton James was born weighing 8lbs 13oz and was 21in long. He is seriously the most beautiful baby I have ever seen.
After delivery, my BP was still high, so they gave me some BP medicine, which didn’t help, so I was on the magnesium for 24 hours. EJ was fine after delivery, but after being in our room for a bit, the nurse heard him “moaning” so he was sent to the Nicu. That ended up being nothing (just transitional), but while he was there, he had an apnea episode. So they kept him there, for observation, and he had a deceleration, so they kept him again. Everything turned out fine (they say it was all transitional and due to him being 3 weeks early).
The best part about this is seeing DH with DS. DH had worried he wouldn’t like DS, but he took one look at him, and fell head over heels in love. He is so great with him, and it makes my heart so happy.
Baby Malakai decided he just couldn’t wait to come out and greet the world! Tuesday, March 19th, I had much worsened pain in my pelvis/hips/glutes/hip flexors, which I attributed possibly to having sex the night before. I was crying trying to walk first thing in the morning and having Braxton hicks regularly - which I also attributed to sex the night before and drinking a cup of red raspberry leaf tea. It did get better as I moved around throughout the day, but the pain in my hips was still bad and achy. I didn’t workout Tuesday night and went straight home after work instead because of the achiness and general grumpiness at DH for nursery-related reasons (his dad was insisting on helping us re-spackle the drywall seams, which would add at least another weekend of projecting and we already have the carpet in for goodness’ sake!). I ate and went to bed fairly early, around 10:30 or so. Tuesday night into Wednesday, I feel like I woke up every hour to pee due to so much pressure on my bladder, and baby boy was super active right before bed to the point where I couldn’t fall asleep he was kicking me so hard.
Wednesday morning (March 20th) I was up early at 6:15am when my sister dropped off my nephew for me to babysit. By 7:00am, I had already had roughly four contractions since my sister had left that were more painful and period-cramp like, including low back pain. I drank a big glass of water to see if it would help stop the contractions. My husband left for work around 7:15am, at which point I gave him a heads-up that my contractions were definitely feeling different than the usual BH and to stay posted (he was going to be working an hour and a half away with limited cell service). After another two hours of fairly consistent contractions between 5-10 minutes apart each, even after a warm shower, I started making some phone calls. I called my husband to give him warning that this could be the real deal, then called my OB’s office (and after being transferred a zillion times and not getting ahold of anyone, finally got a nurse on call) who suggested I come in to be checked out since water and the shower had not stopped the contractions. Called my doula to give her a heads-up as well, called my boss to tell him we might be admitted. I then called my sister’s work to tell her she should probably head out early, although I told her she had some leeway since DH wouldn’t be home for an hour and a half at the earliest. My sister left work and came back over to my house with me and the kiddos (my son and her son).
At this point I was breathing through contractions while sitting on a yoga ball and stressing that this was all a false alarm and I had messed up everyone’s schedules for the day. I was three weeks early and my other sister who is an OB said second time pregnancies can have a lot more false labors/starts than first time moms. The contractions were still period-cramp like and not particularly close together (5 minutes roughly). Once DH finally got home, we got our stuff around (including the carseat that was still in the attic; oops!), and asked my sister to hang tight with the kids and dog until we found out if they would be admitting us or not. So around 12:00pm, we drove to the hospital 20 minutes away and they put us in an exam room on a fetal heart rate monitor and contraction monitor. After about 20 minutes of that, a resident examined me and told us I was 5 cm dilated but since I was so early (only 36+6 weeks by their calculations, 37 by mine), they would examine me again after an hour to see if it was actually progressing or not. Meanwhile, they also gave me a steroid shot for lung development since 36+6 is considered pre-term and placed an IV. At this point, we weren’t sure if we would be admitted or sent home.
When they finally examined me again around 2:00pm, I was 6cm so they said we would be admitted but there was a possibility it could stall out and I would need Pitocin. The contractions were still manageable, I was mostly able to talk and walk through them, taking deep breaths at the peaks, and I snuck some crackers and an apple while we waited. Passed the time hanging out in the room and playing card games/mindless internet scrolling/sitting in the jacuzzi tub listening to Bob Marley radio (highly recommend both for calming factor
!) and gradually losing my mucus plug until 6:00pm when they checked me again. At this point I had lost interest in trying to play games and mostly just paced, but I was only 7cm. The slow progress frustrated me a bit and at this point it was still just DH and I in the room and our doula was waiting on call for more active labor. The residents told me this was the final chance for an epidural, and with my husband’s supportive words I managed to decline.
Around 7:00pm, the contractions were getting much stronger and more painful, and we called my doula to come in. By the time she got to the hospital, I was moaning and rocking through most of the contractions as they would send aching pain through the front of my thighs and my back, with DH putting counter-pressure on my low back for the pain. I had a wave of nausea after one and came very close to vomiting but didn’t; the nurse gave me Zofran to help, and around that time I felt like my water broke. The contractions kept getting progressively stronger and around 2-3 minutes apart. At first just leaning my hands on the bed and rocking while DH or my doula applied pressure was how I got through these; after awhile, I ended up on all fours on the bed with my legs lower than my belly and my chest leaning down (positionable hospital beds rock for this), moaning/verbalizing/breathing through the contractions as they applied pressure to my hips and back. DH helped remind me to breathe and kept me focused on positive affirmations. My doula was mostly silent support, while applying pressure as needed. I wasn’t exactly in a meditative state, but I forced myself to keep focusing on my breathing and the fact that each contraction had an end and a purpose. Having music and lowered lights helped me keep my mind positive. I knew if I started to panic everything would tense up and I would probably be getting a c-section. DH held warm compresses on my vagina/rectal area, and I had cool compresses on my low back and neck to help with the nausea and pain.
Around 9:00pm, the contractions were extremely painful and intense, and I was feeling the urge to push. They checked me (fully dilated) and said my water may have broken, but the way the baby was positioned it hadn’t fully emptied, so they could either let me continue to labor until it ruptured the rest of the way naturally, or rupture it for me and have a baby that much sooner. At this point I knew I couldn’t make it to midnight (the 37 week mark for them, so potentially less time being held at the hospital), and I decided to have them break my water. Suddenly the room was very full of people and activity after hours of low light and more Bob Marley (because, why not listen to reggae when having a baby?). They got everything ready, the resident broke my water and immediately everything was much more intense. The urge to push was almost instantaneous after so many hours of pressure and feeling like baby boy was right there anyway. I wanted to try laboring on my side, but ended up half on my side, half on my back, partly sitting up with legs supported back because that’s what felt okay. I was beginning to lose it at this point, and the pain with each contraction was incredible. I became that stereotypical laboring mom from the movies, literally screaming through each push. I distinctly remember the female resident telling me when to breathe and push hard, and her voice for whatever reason was what focused me the most and helped me keep some semblance of calm. I was still screaming through every contraction/push as he was crowning, and I just let go with it, even as it felt like I was pooping on the table - I wasn’t in any kind of place that was self-conscious or focused on me, I just wanted to get this baby out of me. It felt like he was halfway out for ages and it felt like he was ripping my body in half. The pain was the worst pain I’ve ever experienced. Finally, after an indeterminable length of time (probably only ten minutes or so but it felt like forever), with one last push he was out. They put him on my chest for skin-to-skin, rubbed him down, and let DH cut the cord. After a few minutes of that, the NICU team took him briefly just to the baby warming table next to us to examine him. During that time, the resident helped me deliver the placenta, which felt like nothing after the pain I had just been through. I was told that I had a small laceration near my clitoris which they wouldn’t need to stitch, but other than that (miraculously) I didn’t tear, even at my old episiotomy scar. As soon as they checked him out and declared he was good, they gave him back to me for skin-to-skin and to nurse.
He came out bright eyed and bushy-tailed at 9:28pm on March 20th, the spring equinox and full moon. He was super alert and awake, but also super calm (I blame the Bob Marley). He is 19 ½ inches long and 6 pounds, 12 ounces with a full head of dark (maybe curly) hair and peach fuzz all over. My first son was born under a lunar eclipse, full term, at 18 ½ inches long and 6 pounds, 13 ounces with a dark head of hair that gradually fell out and came back in light - we’ll see what Mal’s does! It makes me almost glad Malakai was three weeks early, since I’m not sure I could’ve pushed anything bigger out of there!
Everything seemed like a sort of omen to me, even as I worried that it was a false alarm - the contractions were obviously different, even if they didn’t start out super consistently. We were placed in room number 8 (I’m the eighth child in my family). My mom messaged me that morning asking if I had an appointment today, that it could “be any day now, right?” and did I want to go get Sweet Frog (we had done that the day I went into labor with DS1). Murphy’s Law and the best laid plans of mice and men as well; we have DS1’s birthday party this Saturday, scheduled that way on purpose to hopefully avoid having a baby for it! But apparently Malakai wanted to be here for big brother’s party. The spring equinox and full moon being so similar to DS1’s birth story. The fact it was March instead of April (we have 18 grandkids on my parents’ side, and every month has a grandkid birthday except for January and March - until now! I was hoping for March as well - just not this early - so both boys could have their own birth months instead of being a week/a few days apart and because my husband’s schedule is much busier in April). Technically DH was working mandated overtime on Wednesday, so he didn’t even have to use a day of leave for it; using two days now for Thursday/Friday, but then he is off the weekend and will still have three days of leave to split up how we want.
Since he’s technically “late term pre-term,” Mal has had to have his blood sugars checked regularly before nursing, and they’re encouraging me to pump and feed as much as possible. He’s super sleepy after that first bout of alertness, slept almost a solid 6 hours the first night (as did my husband, whereas I couldn’t settle even with a Unisom and am running on 2 hours of broken up sleep). I have trouble waking him up enough to eat, but he has latched successfully and lazily nursed well so far. As long as his weight is good and sugars are good, we will hopefully be discharged in the morning. And yes, we’re still hoping to have DS1’s party on Saturday!
Other than feeling hungover from the Unisom/lack of sleep, I feel really good - way less pain and swelling than with my first son’s recovery - episiotomy/foreceps/urinary catheter/stitches combo made that rough. All in all, it went exactly like my ideal birth plan, the total opposite of DS1’s labor, and he’s beautiful and perfect and we’re all in love. Even DS1 seems to be feeling lovey dovey, although I’m sure it’ll take a while to fully adjust.
It still feels surreal, since this was so unexpected and I was anticipating another two to four weeks before having a real baby in my arms versus an abstract concept! I’m not sure I could handle another med-free birth after the intensity and pain I experienced, but I’m glad I have the two different births to compare.
Thanks for reading my entire novel of a birth story - I wanted to track as much of it as I could remember before it fades away!
Thursday I did the urine catch and I turned it in Friday morning. Friday morning I asked in-person when results for bloodwork and urine catch would come in. I was told the urine catch would be Monday and that they would send a note to my OB since it was just waiting to be reviewed by the doctor.
I went home and heard nothing. Felt anxious waiting on results. Called at 3pm to see if the bloodwork results were done amd I was told no because the physician had that day off so they would send it to someone else who could review it by the end of the day. Their business day ends at 5pm. 5pm came amd went - no call. I felt disappointed.
6pm Friday: I got a call from the OB's office that I am definitely preeclamptic and to come in as soon as possible to be induced.
Checked in at 7pm. Started pitocin at 9. Started Magnesium soon after. Dilated from 3cm to 9cm over just 2 hours after my water was broken at 4:30am Saturday March 23rd.
6:30am waiting for LO to get low enough to start pushing.
Pushed for 2 hours and baby was born at 10:10am March 23rd. She was due April 2nd.
She weighs 5 lbs 11oz.
The plan was for an unmedicated vaginal birth, but because of some abnormal contraction symptoms (they never fully released), posterior positioning, three hours of pushing with very little progress (aka fatigueeeeee on my part), and a 36 cm head, our buddy ended up being delivered with an epidural and a c-section. DH got to stare for a second at the umbilical cord and everything else down there before announcing it was a boy 💙💙
I’m feeling like I worked out WAY too much at the gym - like hundreds of sit ups too much, more or less true because of the pushing - and like I need tons of sleep. Luckily, my champion eater is happy to nap too between meals. DD’s visit featured, to no one’s surprise, her making a million messes (jello, water, scribbling on a book, taking everything out of my travel bag) but also her cuddling with me and nursing a touch while her little brother nursed on the other side. She also accurately identified the baby as being in the crib rather than my belly (yay!).
We’re in love!
I went to L&D triage Saturday night (3/30) after being sick all day long and my BP measured high three times in a row at home; I suspected pre-e and wanted to be checked.
They started pitocin at 2:30 am after I sat in triage for a few hours and my BP never came down. I was 3cm and 50% effaced when we started the pit.... they checked me again at 10:30am and I had progressed to 4cm, 75% effaced and I wasn't having any real painful contractions so they broke my water - that ramped it up instantly. I got the epidural right away and 3.5 hours later I was completely dilated and ready to push - pushed for 11 minutes and she was born!
DD born: 3/31/19
We initially had a c section scheduled for 4/1 but our little prankster had a trick up her sleeve. She was breech from 35 weeks on and with a failed aversion I was a nervous FTM thinking about my scheduled c section.
My parents came in and we spent a nice Friday evening playing cards and having a seafood boil. I had had my last appointment that morning had mild cramping and was only 1 cm dilated. Towards the end of our last card came around 12 am I went to the restroom and saw what looked like thick mucus. I told my mother o was pretty sure it was my mucus plug. As we gathered our things to leave my my cramping began to pick up and turned into full blown contractions. I said my goodbyes and told my
parenrs to be on alert because I was pretty sure I was in labor.
We were 45 mins from our house and within 20 mins of that drive I was having contractions for 45 secs and about 3 mins apart. It was definitely go time. We finally reached home and I decided to pee before we got back on the road and was meet with a huge gush of dark red blood.
Once at the hospital things progressed quickly. My doctor was of course out of town for the weekend and doctor on call said there was no reason to go ahead and deliver the baby that night. Unfortunately, I had eaten an ice cream sandwich about an hour before hand was informed that I would have to wait 5 or so hours before being taken back.
Yeah, no. My daughter had other plans. I labored for about an hour and half, contractions less than 2 minutes apart before my water broke and they discovered that she had passed her first bowl movement while in the womb.
45 minutes later I was give a completely healthy 7 lb and 4 ounce baby girl.
Porter Rae💗
8 lbs, 11 oz. Over a pound bigger than my first!!
Went in for my 40 week appt on Monday and was ok'd for induction at 630am Tuesday. Started pitocin at 830 and contractions continued on and off for a while pretty mild. Nurse kept upping the dose and obviously the contractions got stronger and closer. Finally broke my water at about 245 and wham! Contractions like crazy and super painful (hubby has some bruises around his ring because I squeezed so hard lol). Got my epidural shortly after that and eased back into mild contractions. Dr came back at around 510 to check and said I'm ready (I thought she was joking). Got up in the stirrups and the first contraction that came through, pushed 3 times and our perfect little pumpkin was born ❤
She's a very hungry girl and has already had 4 bm's!
8lbs 2oz
20in
4/9, her actual due date!
Woke up at 5:45 Monday morning with a bloody show and early contractions. Went to hospital at noon. Was 3cm and 70%effaced, but after 2 hours of monitoring and no changes I was sent home. Went back at 6:30 when contraction intensity and frequency had increased. Got admitted and was 5cm and 80%. Got my epidural 2 hours later. Doctor broke my waters at 12:30am. My epidural started failing at 2am. Only my left leg was numb and I could feel everything. Luckily they were able to adjust it before I fully dilated and started pushing. But the hour of waiting for the doctor to get there was AWEFUL. After 15min of pushing she was here at 3:51am. DD got to help DH cut the cord. Hoping to go home tomorrow morning
woke up to what felt like a big kick to my bum, went to turn over and felt quite a bit of fluid. Jumped on the toilet to find much more fluid! My water broke. No contractions but had to head over for the broken water. In labor most of the day pushed for about 2 hours. Nothing too exciting during labor other than I had to push through a scar tissue band in my cervix from and old cryofreeze surgery I had for pre cancer cells.
We are very happy and can’t stop smiling 💙💙💙
We got to the hospital for a 10 pm Tuesday induction. They put me in a room, did an exam, was at 4cm and 50%. Started pitocin and waited around till about midnight when they upped it, tried to get some sleep in between them upping it 2 more times. Contractions got a little intense about 4 and I got a tens unit to help. Was still at 4-5cm at 5:30 so they upped the pit again. Got a couple hours sleep till the upped it again and the contractions became super awful. Finally caved and got an epidural at about 9. Nurse checked me about 10:00 and I was at 9 cm. Changed position to try to get the last little bit. Doc came in and was going to break my water but saw I was completely dilated and ready. She asked how we felt about an en caul birth and we were all for trying. (Side note-DH was pretty quiet up till now and made a joke when she said this about laying an egg and it almost being Easter that absolutely had everyone rolling) They finish getting everybody ready and right when I started pushing my water broke. It took 20 minutes of pushing and she was out. Very minimal tearing and no hemorrhage this time. Lily was born at 12:13 pm with a head full of dark hair just like her sister.
prevously helloblueeyes
Me:32 DH:33 Married:04/2012 DD:07/2014
BFP 8/14/2018 #2 due 4/18/2019
4/21/19
6lbs 11 oz, 19 in
I labored at home for most of the day with DH and had my doula come to the house around 11pm as my contractions had become more intense. We called L&D around 1:30am and planned to go, in about 1.5 hours later as my doula was worried I might not be far enough progressed to be admitted. Well, about 20 min later I started feeling increased pressure and we headed to the hospital. We arrived around 1:45, as I was about to be examined in triage my water broke. They checked me and I was 9cm dialated. I had the urge to push and they rushed me to a birthing room. I pushed for about 20 min a little Callie was born!
Everything at the hospital happened so fast and was crazy intense, I basically started freaking out when I started pushing and my doula really had to help me refocus. I feel so thankful I was able to have the unmedicated birth I had planned.
It's so incredible to see all the little ones and hear everyone's birth stories!!
I was actually at work when my water broke/started leaking. Went to the hospital around 3 pm and was only 1 cm. I thought we were in for a long night but we went from 1 to 5 cm in around 2.5 hours. Got the epidural about an hour later and was 8 cm. He was definitely ready because 4 sets of pushes and he was here! I did tear (grade 2), so I'm pretty sore, but happy to have managed a VBAC.