Baby Carson is here!: Labor and Delivery Story
I was sooo bad at posting here during my 3rd trimester. Things got crazy, and I just never kept up :( I'm sure some of you didn't even know that I was PG ;) And it's so exciting to see so many new mommies to be (and mommies on here!) Yay. Such happiness. <3
Wanted to share my little man with you all. He finally arrived at 41 weeks. It was a long journey, espeically with a NICU stay...but here it is for those of you that like reading birth stories. I know I always enjoyed them.
Born at 8:25 pm, 9 lbs. 9 oz., 21.25 inches long
So here is my story...
I was very, very passionate about natural childbirth going into everything. I read every book there was on the subject and I hired a doula. I wanted no interventions (or at least as few as possible) and I wanted to labor at home as long as I could.
I went for a doctor check-up on Friday, June 7th. My doctor stripped my membranes and did not tell me. I found out later the next day when I lost my mucus plug and had lots of bleeding. I really think that this got things started off on the wrong foot because I ended up with prodromal labor or "false labor". I was getting contractions for 2 days and hardly sleeping at night because of them. They weren't real labor contractions, but they were just painful enough to keep me awake about every hour or so. It was so taxing... Any time I lay down, my contractions would pick up as if I was going into labor. That made things very challenging later during active labor later.
Finally, on the night of June 10th, my doula advised me to have a glass of wine, take a hot bath and go to bed early! I followed her instructions and I went to bed around 9:30. As usual, contractions picked up and I told DH to sleep in the guest room because I had started to moan through them and I didn't want to keep him awake for no reason. Things started to get more intense around 11:00 and I knew these were different... I woke up DH to go for a walk and texted my doula (Brooke). I was a bit nervous because I hadn't slept the night before and I knew I would pull an all nighter again. Walking made them pick up to 4 minutes apart but they only lasted 45-58 seconds. Brooke got there around 1:30am and helped me labor. Contractions started getting pretty strong and I was on and off my birth ball, on my hands and knees, and going completely limp on DH (Charlie). Brooke brought up finding the sweet spot for heading to the hospital. My contractions were still short, and she thought that was weird, but they were pretty strong and I suggested we head over. We got there around 2:30am and were admitted right away and I was already 6-7 cm!
The nurse wasn't great and was pretty intrusive. She broke up my contractions some, kept wanting to check me and disrupting my time in the tub. I was deep moaning, humming tones, and I felt really confident about the progress. I was sinking the pressure to the baby and helping move him down. Brooke was awesome, feeding me, rubbing my back and walking with me. I labored like that until about 7 am.
A new, amazing nurse came on shift and I loved her. Jenna. Super and so accommodating. She was great. Things started to really pick up. Contractions were really intense and I was pretty sure that this was transition. I labored for about 5 intense hours. And they were INTENSE. The only problem was that my contractions were still irregular and short. I lost complete track of time and I was very very weak from lack of sleep. After that timeless daze I got checked and I was sure I made progress... at least to 8 or 9. But when they checked I was still just 7 cm. That was an awful feeling.
By then it was was 12:00 pm and I was miserable. I knew that I just had to keep going and get the rest of the way there. I walked, Brooke forced me to eat, but my contractions were so irregular. Things started sliding fast. I hadn't slept for 3 nights in a row that that was starting to take its toll. I was getting dizzy and I could barely move. I tried everything to rest, but my contractions were still super short and irregular for the stage of labor I was at. My body needed rest but it needed to contract to progress. In trucked it out for about 3 hours, hoping that my tricks (tub, speed walking, ball, etc.) would get me somewhere.
I got checked again around 3 pm and I was still just 7 cm. It was devastating. I knew if I was going to push this baby out I needed to rest. Food wasn't helping either. I tried juice, cheese, crackers, bars, and even chicken soup. My uterus was becoming fatigued...
I knew I needed the epidural. Brooke encouraged me to keep going, but she was also supportive of my decision. I wasn't at a spot to break my membranes and pitocin was not an option for me. I made the choice and I was okay with it knowing the risks.
It was going to be over an hour before I could get it (while they IV you, you have time to make progress). So, during the set up for the epidural I had them check me to see if maybe I could keep going naturally. Nada. Still 7. I cried as they put it in, feeling like a total failure. And then I slept for 2 hours.
It was what my body needed... When I woke up, my contractions started to pick up and become longer and more regular.
As I'm sure you can imagine, doc already was pushing pitocin. But I refused. It was me and the epidural and I wanted to see how much progress I could make without it.