MiniMacaron's Birth Story
Oct 17, 2016 22:39:57 GMT -5
Post by macaronmama on Oct 17, 2016 22:39:57 GMT -5
A bit delayed in posting.
I had my last appointment scheduled for Tuesday morning last week, one day before my scheduled induction. We had a sono first thing, then a check in with one of the OB's to go over any questions we had about the induction, etc. I was still stuck at 1.5cm and 50% effaced. Just as we were about to leave the office, the doctor called us back and said that we needed to stay and monitor the baby. Baby boy's heart rate had dropped to 94 during the song - we had no idea, the tech hadn't said anything to us and the doctor barely caught on the chart. So we waited around while baby was monitored for about 30 minutes. His heart rate was up in the 130's again, but the OB was concerned that there wasn't enough fluctuation to indicate movement so she had us go home to grab our stuff and head to hospital for early induction to be on the safe side.
Called our parents, informed our doula group, and grabbed Panera because we weren't sure if I'd be allowed to eat after check-in. We got the hospital around 11am Tuesday and checked into high risk perinatal to start on cytotec. I was allowed to eat one more meal before being put on clear liquids only. The cytotec was slow going and painful as my contractions built up. I didn't get any rest because the baby kept disappearing on the monitor, so the nurses were constantly in to readjust everything. We had to wait on a couple of doses of cytotec because my contractions would pick up to more than 5 in ten minutes, but without any progress down below to show for it. My pain was so bad that they put me on something that made me super loopy - DH says I was hilarious, and said I talking to him about how wonderful he was and how hard he was working to earn his own golden hedgehog statue on the pavilion and if he was good, I'd sing him the ballad of the hedgehog king.
So many stop and starts with the cytotec meant that I didn't finish my eight courses of pills until 10am then next morning, when I was finally at 3 cm and, according to the nurse who checked me, 75% effaced. The worst part of the night was that the OB on call decided I couldn't have ANYTHING to eat or drink after midnight - not even water/ice. We finally called in the doula group at 11am after 24 hours because my pain was so bad that I was having trouble focusing but didn't want the loopy crap again. I was miserable from lack of even water or ice, and my doula was appalled when she got in. Luckily, the new OB on call came in soon after she arrived, saw my condition, and put me back on clear liquids and said I could head over to L&D to start on the pitocin - thank God!
Took us an hour or so, but as soon as we got to L&D, I asked for the epidural before they even added the piton to my IV. It was so lovely, and didn't numb me completely - I could still feel my legs and feet enough not to freak out, but without the pain of the contractions. I was super nauseated though, so our doula put some peppermint oil on a cloth for me to inhale and that helped so much. I finally got the chance to rest and slept through most of the afternoon.
Evening is when everything started to go south. Baby was still disappearing on the monitor and his heart rate had decels again. They had to drop the piton level several times and only got as high as a 5, which they promptly dropped after half an hour when the OB and nurses came rushing in after a big drop on the monitor. Around 9pm the doctor came in to say not only were the decels a problem, I hadn't progressed at all. I was actually only still at 50% effaced. All the amniotic fluid that had made it possible to have a successful ECV was now an issue - baby wasn't low enough and with such a bouncy sack, if the OB tried to break my water, we risked the umbilical cord coming down first. We only had three options we were given: lower the pitocin and try to go at a slow rate til morning, stop completely for a long break and start again in the morning, or a c-section.
I really didn't want a c-section, and was upset because I had literally asked an hour earlier when the OB had dropped by if we were headed in that direction. He said it was something we'd discuss if it became an issue. Here we were - 60 minutes later and it's really looking like the only option. I was distraught and asked for time to process the options with DH and our doula. I ultimately knew where it was headed but hated that it had come to this. Unfortunately, we didn't really even have time to make a decision because the OB came back within an hour to say we needed to do a c-section sooner rather than later because even on the lower pitocin, baby was not recovering. So I got prepped, had an anxiety attack the whole way through, and luckily didn't puke my guts out from the meds because the doula (who couldn't come in with us) sent DH in with two washcloths doused in peppermint.
Baby M was born at 11:41pm. The surgery was over quicker than DH and I realized, which was just as well. DH was spending so much time tending to me (I was so tense I couldn't unclench my jaw to talk) that neither of us noticed baby was out until a NICU doctor came over after awhile to say that baby hadn't been breathing for almost FIVE minutes. His AGPAR scores were 2/6/9. Luckily, they got him going and we were none the wiser, for which we are now grateful. Baby was fine and never even got sent to the NICU. DH brought me pictures until he was allowed to bring baby over to see me - he says our expressions were identical - shocked and out of it and unsure of what was going on.
They rolled us back to our L&D room eventually where doula helped DH help me to immediately BF. I was so out of it all I really did was hold the little guy. Seriously - God bless our doula, even DH says it was the best decision ever to have her support through those last twelve hours before delivery and after.
TL;DR :: Baby had decelerations in his heart beat at appt on Tuesday, so early induction that went no where led to a C-S with luckily a healthy baby despite initial low AGPAR.
I had my last appointment scheduled for Tuesday morning last week, one day before my scheduled induction. We had a sono first thing, then a check in with one of the OB's to go over any questions we had about the induction, etc. I was still stuck at 1.5cm and 50% effaced. Just as we were about to leave the office, the doctor called us back and said that we needed to stay and monitor the baby. Baby boy's heart rate had dropped to 94 during the song - we had no idea, the tech hadn't said anything to us and the doctor barely caught on the chart. So we waited around while baby was monitored for about 30 minutes. His heart rate was up in the 130's again, but the OB was concerned that there wasn't enough fluctuation to indicate movement so she had us go home to grab our stuff and head to hospital for early induction to be on the safe side.
Called our parents, informed our doula group, and grabbed Panera because we weren't sure if I'd be allowed to eat after check-in. We got the hospital around 11am Tuesday and checked into high risk perinatal to start on cytotec. I was allowed to eat one more meal before being put on clear liquids only. The cytotec was slow going and painful as my contractions built up. I didn't get any rest because the baby kept disappearing on the monitor, so the nurses were constantly in to readjust everything. We had to wait on a couple of doses of cytotec because my contractions would pick up to more than 5 in ten minutes, but without any progress down below to show for it. My pain was so bad that they put me on something that made me super loopy - DH says I was hilarious, and said I talking to him about how wonderful he was and how hard he was working to earn his own golden hedgehog statue on the pavilion and if he was good, I'd sing him the ballad of the hedgehog king.
So many stop and starts with the cytotec meant that I didn't finish my eight courses of pills until 10am then next morning, when I was finally at 3 cm and, according to the nurse who checked me, 75% effaced. The worst part of the night was that the OB on call decided I couldn't have ANYTHING to eat or drink after midnight - not even water/ice. We finally called in the doula group at 11am after 24 hours because my pain was so bad that I was having trouble focusing but didn't want the loopy crap again. I was miserable from lack of even water or ice, and my doula was appalled when she got in. Luckily, the new OB on call came in soon after she arrived, saw my condition, and put me back on clear liquids and said I could head over to L&D to start on the pitocin - thank God!
Took us an hour or so, but as soon as we got to L&D, I asked for the epidural before they even added the piton to my IV. It was so lovely, and didn't numb me completely - I could still feel my legs and feet enough not to freak out, but without the pain of the contractions. I was super nauseated though, so our doula put some peppermint oil on a cloth for me to inhale and that helped so much. I finally got the chance to rest and slept through most of the afternoon.
Evening is when everything started to go south. Baby was still disappearing on the monitor and his heart rate had decels again. They had to drop the piton level several times and only got as high as a 5, which they promptly dropped after half an hour when the OB and nurses came rushing in after a big drop on the monitor. Around 9pm the doctor came in to say not only were the decels a problem, I hadn't progressed at all. I was actually only still at 50% effaced. All the amniotic fluid that had made it possible to have a successful ECV was now an issue - baby wasn't low enough and with such a bouncy sack, if the OB tried to break my water, we risked the umbilical cord coming down first. We only had three options we were given: lower the pitocin and try to go at a slow rate til morning, stop completely for a long break and start again in the morning, or a c-section.
I really didn't want a c-section, and was upset because I had literally asked an hour earlier when the OB had dropped by if we were headed in that direction. He said it was something we'd discuss if it became an issue. Here we were - 60 minutes later and it's really looking like the only option. I was distraught and asked for time to process the options with DH and our doula. I ultimately knew where it was headed but hated that it had come to this. Unfortunately, we didn't really even have time to make a decision because the OB came back within an hour to say we needed to do a c-section sooner rather than later because even on the lower pitocin, baby was not recovering. So I got prepped, had an anxiety attack the whole way through, and luckily didn't puke my guts out from the meds because the doula (who couldn't come in with us) sent DH in with two washcloths doused in peppermint.
Baby M was born at 11:41pm. The surgery was over quicker than DH and I realized, which was just as well. DH was spending so much time tending to me (I was so tense I couldn't unclench my jaw to talk) that neither of us noticed baby was out until a NICU doctor came over after awhile to say that baby hadn't been breathing for almost FIVE minutes. His AGPAR scores were 2/6/9. Luckily, they got him going and we were none the wiser, for which we are now grateful. Baby was fine and never even got sent to the NICU. DH brought me pictures until he was allowed to bring baby over to see me - he says our expressions were identical - shocked and out of it and unsure of what was going on.
They rolled us back to our L&D room eventually where doula helped DH help me to immediately BF. I was so out of it all I really did was hold the little guy. Seriously - God bless our doula, even DH says it was the best decision ever to have her support through those last twelve hours before delivery and after.
TL;DR :: Baby had decelerations in his heart beat at appt on Tuesday, so early induction that went no where led to a C-S with luckily a healthy baby despite initial low AGPAR.