What an experience! Can't believe my beautiful baby girl is here! Here's her birth story.
I started to feel ill/flu like Thursday March 22 which carried into the weekend. We went to my MIL for supper on Sunday and mild contractions started that night. Those contractions carried into Monday when they started to get worse.
I texted my friend to ask her which OB was on call for Monday. It was a good one! When I asked her who was on call for Tuesday she said "I don't want to tell you". OH NO! The worst OB at our hospital was on that day.....so many terrible things
are said about her. You don't want to have your baby the day she works! I was keeping my fingers crossed I didn't have this baby on Tuesday.
Monday March 26th (Due Date)
I started counting my contractions around lunch time. At this point they were 6 mins apart. By 4:15 pm my contractions were anywhere from 2-5 mins apart. I called my midwife at 6 pm to tell her I had been counting for an hour like
they taught me to do. I would have called her sooner but I wanted to eat supper before making a call incase she asked us to come in....hahaha We headed to the midwife office for 7pm to be checked out. She informed me I was 3 cm dilated and
that I was in early labour. She told me to take some Gravol and Tylenol and to head back home until things picked up. She wanted my contractions to have the same intensity each time instead of strong ones and mild ones.
I took the Gravol and Tylenol and my contractions slowed down! Oh no! I don't want that! Contractions started to pick back up at 11 pm...again 6 mins apart. I tried to sleep but it was impossible!
Tuesday March 27th
At 1:45 am I decided to take a bath to help myself relax. I noticed tissue like floaters in the tub...WEIRD! When I stood up some fluid came pouring out. Could that be my water!?! I called the midwife at 2:30 am and told her what happened
and that my contractions were once again close together and more intense.
She told me to take Gravol AGAIN! I was frustrated at this point. She told me I needed to rest in order to be prepared for the real deal and that this was still early labour. I told her what the Gravol had did the last time and she
informed me if this was true labour the Gravol would have no effect on my contractions. Super emotional at this point I started to cry. I felt like she wasn't really listening to me. Instead of arguing I did what she said.
The Gravol didn't slow things down this time. I was having intense contractions. I had to jump out of bed each time to help with the pain. Lying down seem to make them worse. My contractions were 2- 3 mins apart by 3:30am. At 5 am I felt as if I
peed myself. Each contraction brought on a gush of fluid. I knew my water had broke.
I called the midwife again and FINALLY she told me to meet her at the hospital. THIS WAS IT! I called my Mom and asked her to head over so we could all go to the hospital together.
We arrived at the hospital just after 6 am. I got changed, IV was started, antibiotics were hung and I was 5 cm dilated. The midwife checked me at 9:30am and I was 7 cm dilated and the baby was still at -2 for position and lying on her side.
Contractions were getting quite intense at this point. I lost track of time trying to breathe through every contraction.
I asked for an epidural at some point and was convinced to try laughing gas first. My midwife had to go to another room because her other patient was ready to start pushing. The other midwife team on call attended to me at this time. She hooked
up the gas and WHAT TERRIBLE STUFF in my opinion....hahaha It did not work for me and I was getting pissed off trying to use this stuff during each contraction. It was distracting me from breathing like I should have been. I didn't want it and she
said I had to give it a chance....I wanted to throw it at her head! Hahahaha! I tried a shower after which helped but how long is someone going to stand in the shower so I gave up on that too.
After lunch time things were out of control. I could no longer concentrate on breathing, I cried through every contraction and seriously needed that epidural. They paged the anesthetist and of course they were stuck in a C-Section. It was now 2
pm and I was still only 7 cm dilated and the baby was in the same position. No change...I was so exhausted. I remember crying thinking I was never going to get this epidural. They were taking forever. I felt so defeated.
The midwife decided to consult with the doctor on call....the terrible OB was on! Just my luck! She agreed with the epidural checked me out. She said she would be back in 2 hours to see how things were coming along.
FINALLY at 2:30 pm the anesthetist came in and we had an epidural started. IT WAS MAGIC! I felt nothing!
The OB came back to my room at 4:45 pm and checked me again. STILL NO CHANGE! She told me at that point that I would need a C-Section. I had already come to terms with this idea an hour prior to her telling me. I was in the OR by 5:10 pm.
The OR seemed like such a cold big open room to me. I have never had surgery of kind before and I was kinda freaking out on the inside. I made sure to tell my midwife I was an anxious person and needed her by my side the whole time. Luckily they
had a radio playing so I tried to focus on the music instead of what everyone around was saying. They transferred me to the table and the prep began. It’s weird having the roles reversed and now you’re the patient. I work at
this hospital as a nurse and have heard all kinds of things.....knowing too much is sometimes not a good thing!
I was a little disappointed to see that the anesthetist wasn’t the same one who started my epidural. She was so sweet and I think it would have been comforting. Instead I was stuck with this jerk who was cold to me. Nobody told me my
fingers would start to tingle and that it would move up my arms and eventually into my chest until they were all numb like my bottom half. This freaked me out! I knew I was breathing but I couldn’t feel myself doing it. I asked him to check the
monitor to make sure all was good.
Once the pressure and pulling started I panicked on the inside. I asked my midwife for oxygen and when she asked the anesthetist he was so rude about it. “You don’t need it but if it makes you feel better then fine”. What a
douche! I knew I didn’t need it but I knew it would help me calm down and focus on breathing normally.
Then I heard “There we go”. There we go what!?! Was she here? It seemed like forever before I heard a cry. Once she let out that cry my heart melted and the water works began. DH walked over to the scale put her diaper on, took
a picture and ran back over to show me. She was beautiful! Once they had her all cleaned off they brought her over to me. What a special moment. She kept trying to dig her head into my neck and would grab my face as I talked to her. I’m
getting teary as I go back to that moment.
The midwife informed me that once the OB got in there she was able to say I was made too small for the baby pass through. Looks like I’ll be having another C-Section in the future. I’ll leave out the details about my recovery and my
terrible experience being there for 2 days in a ward room (4 patient room).
Here she is! Aria Maddision. Born March 27th at 1739hrs. 8 lbs 4 oz and 21 inches long.
