Post by chilibeansm0m on Apr 4, 2015 16:44:46 GMT -5
After some time to adjust I feel I can finally write this! I have not even tried to catch up since my in labor post but hope I can now that we are getting used to having 2 los in the house. Warning: it's long, I love reading these so I had to get all the details!
Last Saturday, March 28th, i felt the pressure of my due date approaching. I worried my house wouldn't be clean before ds arrived so I cleaned like a maniac, walked a punch, ate pineapple and did some ridiculous yoga/acupressure/exercises to help "induce labor." Of course I didn't put any serious thought into any of this. Oh and that Wednesday before my ob stripped my membranes some and let me know I wad 3 cm dilated. She was going on vacation the following week so she let me know I would have to see another doc. I really didn't want to see another doc or let them check me. I seriously considered cancelling the apt.
The morning of my edd, Sunday, March 29th I woke up at 1250 with a big contraction. I thought if I got up and pooped it would stop. 15 min later I had 3 more painful contractions and decided I could no longer lay in bed and sat (or tried to sit) on the couch to time them. I woke up dh in the process and he asked me what I was doing, i told him timing contractions and he goes um I'm going to get dressed. I tried to tell him I haven't called my parents or labor and delivery yet and that he could lay down again. Then I had another really strong contraction and dh and I looked at each other like ok I guess I'll call. They advised me to come in, of course, they could probably hear how much pain I was in over the phone. Dh likes to joke how he doesn't want to go to the hospital unless I'm for sure in labor because he doesn't want to pay the 50 dollar copay we get charged if they don't admit me. So in the back of my head I told myself that if it wasn't the real thing everyone is going to kill me. I called my parents and they arrived at about 230 in which time I showed dh the last minute list of things to grab which of course he could only read my handwriting on about half the items but at that point I gave zero fucks. I proceeded to have dh brush my hair and put on my pants. We were on our way out the door and I had another big contraction. I found out later after we left my dad was irritated that I hadn't called earlier once he saw me.
The drive there was terrible. It's about 30 min. Luckily there is no traffic at 3am but every bump on the freeway killed me and dh likes to tell me how many times his unreligious wife said God with every contraction. I also screamed and said the f word a bunch.
We walked in the hospital and the fucking doors were locked. There was a phone to call. I picked up the phone and let them know I already called and was for sure at that point that I was in labor. The woman proceeded to give me directions through another building and I muttered I'll figure it out and hung up. We finally got up to l and d were we were again met with locked doors and a phone. I delivered R at this same hospital and dont remember so many locked doors. Maybe because I wasn't in so much pain with her.
They finally let me in and the nurse asked if I needed to use the restroom and could put on the gown. Yes I needed to pee but I could not imagine trying to right now nevermind the gown. I said nope, hopped up on the bed and told dh to take my pants off. The nurse goes okayyyyyy and goes to glove her hands to check me. This was the only check this pregnancy that didnt hurt. That should have told me soemthing. Nurse goes, "I would say you're a good 7 cm." I go "oh please tell me I'm not too late for the drugs!!!!!!" She goes I don't think so I'm going to put you in a room now. I was wheeled down in my tshirt and no pants with a gown over me holding on with every contraction.
We walked in at 3am, got a room at 320 and I kept telling people to get away from me with their paperwork and iv when a contraction would hit. One nurse kept telling me to blow away the contraction which rarely happened and I would just scream and put a hand out to squeeze whoevers hand was nearby. They kept assuring me that the guy with the drugs, as I called him, was on his way and he was the "best" he arrived at about 340 and I got my epidural at 355. I was very nice once it hit. I apologized to everyone for my behavior. My epidural this time was very, very effective and nice. My nurse told us to rest because she believed we would have a baby by 7am. I thought no way lady. We have plently of time even though the midwife came in and I was 8cm at this point.
Dh and I closed our eyes but only he slept some. I was shaking a bunch, plus felt some contractions still. Doable but couldn't sleep. At 658am the midwife came back and I was 9cm. She said if they broke my water I would be 10. I didn't want to do this for 2 more hours to get 1 more cm so I told her to go ahead. Sure enough i was complete and she told me to practice 2 pushes. this was much harder than with my first because the epidural was too effective. They wanted me to grab my legs and push but I felt like i was doing nothing. At one point I remember touching my thigh going what is this?!?!?!?! And they were like um your leg. Lol.
Things went from ok to scary when all these alarms went off, oxygen was placed on me and 10 people came storming in. 1 lady told me "I think you can do this but baby's heart rate is 60 and I want you to push in the operating room in case we need to take him out quickly. " I had one question, will you need to knock me all the way out? First she says no and then that she can't promise anything. Then another lady announces they have a thing (i don't know what) on his head and his heart rate is going up but we have to hurry. 15 min of pushes and me.telling myself I didn't want a c section and A greeted us at 714am with the cord around his neck and not crying. 2 min he cried and screamed and was pissed and I started to cry. I never cried with R so that surprised me but I was so happy he was ok. I looked at dh and all he could tell me was that everything was ok and we made a hairrryyyy baby just like before. Then I asked if I was ok and she said I was fine. No tearing at all. I couldn't believe it.
They let us know he tested positve for Kouns just like R. This meant he had a higher risk for jaundice due to our opposing blood types and they ordered bloodwork for that afternoon. His bili was 5 so that was ok and they would retest in the am. I sent dh home with r since A arrived so early in the day I figured we'd be fine. We were for the most part minus A never letting me put him down even to pee and he was on my boob all.night.long. They rechecked that morning and his bili was 8. A pedi came in and said they would restest that afternoon. All the while other nurses would come in and tell me oh you're going home today don't worry and I kept saying I'm not counting on it. It was like R all over again. Half the people saying we'd be discharged and the other half saying he is jaundiced. I started to cry a bunch and my mom and dh still hadnt arrived that day. They rechecked that afternoon and he was 10 BUT the doc then says I'm going to go home and nurse like crazy and I have to come back to the lab the next day. Fine whatever at least we could go home. They had to send back the ob to discharge me because I sent her away when I figured we'd be staying ha.
We got home at 9pm hungry, had missed a feeding and pain meds and R was overtired. I felt like I was dreaming. Somehow we made it through the night retested and we got a call where the woman said we can either go back to the hospital and be readmitted or they'll send us a blanket for at home. He was a 14. Thank goodness they'd send us one. Please send us one. We got the blanket at 330 and put him on it and some sun right away. Somehow made it through Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday with the blanket. Yesterday we got the call that he was a 9.9 and we could discontinue the blanket but had to restest this morning to make sure he didn't rebound. Dh and I decided we'd still put him on it for the night. Just for good measure. We got the call a few hours ago and he's an 8.6 so we've decided we're good and will stop the blanket and the tracking of the feedings for sanity.
The good news was him nursing like crazy made my milk come in on day 3, much faster and he has been able to stay hydrated just on bm and no supplementing. We had to supplement with R so I'm really happy about this.
I feel so good. Nothing like with R. I sometimes have to remind myself I just had a baby. I'm already taking no more pain meds and the bleeding is really nbd. Every now and then I'll get an upset stomach, which I'm attributing to hormones just like I had with r, sometimes with my letdown. I remember having to eat soemthing while nursing to avoid the nausea. Minus that though, amazing.
Total trips back to kaiser this week after discharge 6. Total count of unwelcomed parenting tips from lab workers: 4 ("you know the sun is really good for him! ", "I think you should call him this...", "I think he needs a paci.", "Are you sure you just fed him. ") it's a good thing i give zero fucks about them. Thank goodness we are done. I feel like we can finally be a family now that dh has one week left before he has to go back to work.
Last Saturday, March 28th, i felt the pressure of my due date approaching. I worried my house wouldn't be clean before ds arrived so I cleaned like a maniac, walked a punch, ate pineapple and did some ridiculous yoga/acupressure/exercises to help "induce labor." Of course I didn't put any serious thought into any of this. Oh and that Wednesday before my ob stripped my membranes some and let me know I wad 3 cm dilated. She was going on vacation the following week so she let me know I would have to see another doc. I really didn't want to see another doc or let them check me. I seriously considered cancelling the apt.
The morning of my edd, Sunday, March 29th I woke up at 1250 with a big contraction. I thought if I got up and pooped it would stop. 15 min later I had 3 more painful contractions and decided I could no longer lay in bed and sat (or tried to sit) on the couch to time them. I woke up dh in the process and he asked me what I was doing, i told him timing contractions and he goes um I'm going to get dressed. I tried to tell him I haven't called my parents or labor and delivery yet and that he could lay down again. Then I had another really strong contraction and dh and I looked at each other like ok I guess I'll call. They advised me to come in, of course, they could probably hear how much pain I was in over the phone. Dh likes to joke how he doesn't want to go to the hospital unless I'm for sure in labor because he doesn't want to pay the 50 dollar copay we get charged if they don't admit me. So in the back of my head I told myself that if it wasn't the real thing everyone is going to kill me. I called my parents and they arrived at about 230 in which time I showed dh the last minute list of things to grab which of course he could only read my handwriting on about half the items but at that point I gave zero fucks. I proceeded to have dh brush my hair and put on my pants. We were on our way out the door and I had another big contraction. I found out later after we left my dad was irritated that I hadn't called earlier once he saw me.
The drive there was terrible. It's about 30 min. Luckily there is no traffic at 3am but every bump on the freeway killed me and dh likes to tell me how many times his unreligious wife said God with every contraction. I also screamed and said the f word a bunch.
We walked in the hospital and the fucking doors were locked. There was a phone to call. I picked up the phone and let them know I already called and was for sure at that point that I was in labor. The woman proceeded to give me directions through another building and I muttered I'll figure it out and hung up. We finally got up to l and d were we were again met with locked doors and a phone. I delivered R at this same hospital and dont remember so many locked doors. Maybe because I wasn't in so much pain with her.
They finally let me in and the nurse asked if I needed to use the restroom and could put on the gown. Yes I needed to pee but I could not imagine trying to right now nevermind the gown. I said nope, hopped up on the bed and told dh to take my pants off. The nurse goes okayyyyyy and goes to glove her hands to check me. This was the only check this pregnancy that didnt hurt. That should have told me soemthing. Nurse goes, "I would say you're a good 7 cm." I go "oh please tell me I'm not too late for the drugs!!!!!!" She goes I don't think so I'm going to put you in a room now. I was wheeled down in my tshirt and no pants with a gown over me holding on with every contraction.
We walked in at 3am, got a room at 320 and I kept telling people to get away from me with their paperwork and iv when a contraction would hit. One nurse kept telling me to blow away the contraction which rarely happened and I would just scream and put a hand out to squeeze whoevers hand was nearby. They kept assuring me that the guy with the drugs, as I called him, was on his way and he was the "best" he arrived at about 340 and I got my epidural at 355. I was very nice once it hit. I apologized to everyone for my behavior. My epidural this time was very, very effective and nice. My nurse told us to rest because she believed we would have a baby by 7am. I thought no way lady. We have plently of time even though the midwife came in and I was 8cm at this point.
Dh and I closed our eyes but only he slept some. I was shaking a bunch, plus felt some contractions still. Doable but couldn't sleep. At 658am the midwife came back and I was 9cm. She said if they broke my water I would be 10. I didn't want to do this for 2 more hours to get 1 more cm so I told her to go ahead. Sure enough i was complete and she told me to practice 2 pushes. this was much harder than with my first because the epidural was too effective. They wanted me to grab my legs and push but I felt like i was doing nothing. At one point I remember touching my thigh going what is this?!?!?!?! And they were like um your leg. Lol.
Things went from ok to scary when all these alarms went off, oxygen was placed on me and 10 people came storming in. 1 lady told me "I think you can do this but baby's heart rate is 60 and I want you to push in the operating room in case we need to take him out quickly. " I had one question, will you need to knock me all the way out? First she says no and then that she can't promise anything. Then another lady announces they have a thing (i don't know what) on his head and his heart rate is going up but we have to hurry. 15 min of pushes and me.telling myself I didn't want a c section and A greeted us at 714am with the cord around his neck and not crying. 2 min he cried and screamed and was pissed and I started to cry. I never cried with R so that surprised me but I was so happy he was ok. I looked at dh and all he could tell me was that everything was ok and we made a hairrryyyy baby just like before. Then I asked if I was ok and she said I was fine. No tearing at all. I couldn't believe it.
They let us know he tested positve for Kouns just like R. This meant he had a higher risk for jaundice due to our opposing blood types and they ordered bloodwork for that afternoon. His bili was 5 so that was ok and they would retest in the am. I sent dh home with r since A arrived so early in the day I figured we'd be fine. We were for the most part minus A never letting me put him down even to pee and he was on my boob all.night.long. They rechecked that morning and his bili was 8. A pedi came in and said they would restest that afternoon. All the while other nurses would come in and tell me oh you're going home today don't worry and I kept saying I'm not counting on it. It was like R all over again. Half the people saying we'd be discharged and the other half saying he is jaundiced. I started to cry a bunch and my mom and dh still hadnt arrived that day. They rechecked that afternoon and he was 10 BUT the doc then says I'm going to go home and nurse like crazy and I have to come back to the lab the next day. Fine whatever at least we could go home. They had to send back the ob to discharge me because I sent her away when I figured we'd be staying ha.
We got home at 9pm hungry, had missed a feeding and pain meds and R was overtired. I felt like I was dreaming. Somehow we made it through the night retested and we got a call where the woman said we can either go back to the hospital and be readmitted or they'll send us a blanket for at home. He was a 14. Thank goodness they'd send us one. Please send us one. We got the blanket at 330 and put him on it and some sun right away. Somehow made it through Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday with the blanket. Yesterday we got the call that he was a 9.9 and we could discontinue the blanket but had to restest this morning to make sure he didn't rebound. Dh and I decided we'd still put him on it for the night. Just for good measure. We got the call a few hours ago and he's an 8.6 so we've decided we're good and will stop the blanket and the tracking of the feedings for sanity.
The good news was him nursing like crazy made my milk come in on day 3, much faster and he has been able to stay hydrated just on bm and no supplementing. We had to supplement with R so I'm really happy about this.
I feel so good. Nothing like with R. I sometimes have to remind myself I just had a baby. I'm already taking no more pain meds and the bleeding is really nbd. Every now and then I'll get an upset stomach, which I'm attributing to hormones just like I had with r, sometimes with my letdown. I remember having to eat soemthing while nursing to avoid the nausea. Minus that though, amazing.
Total trips back to kaiser this week after discharge 6. Total count of unwelcomed parenting tips from lab workers: 4 ("you know the sun is really good for him! ", "I think you should call him this...", "I think he needs a paci.", "Are you sure you just fed him. ") it's a good thing i give zero fucks about them. Thank goodness we are done. I feel like we can finally be a family now that dh has one week left before he has to go back to work.
