Post by boox191 on Jul 22, 2015 16:04:44 GMT -5
I wasn't going to post until I had actual news, but I have so enjoyed everyone's progressing threads, I figure why not?
The background (because I have been pretty quiet on this forum):
FTM, 31 yrs, Team Green, EDD 8/3/15
Currently 38+3 weeks pregnant
Diagnosed with gestational diabetes at around 24 weeks. Diet controlled, hasn't been too difficult. Had a 37 week ultrasound last week and was thrilled with the news that I would be allowed to go into labor naturally! Ultrasound estimated Baby to be about 6lbs, 3oz. 3x a week appointments scheduled through 8/11, (2 NST, 1 ob).
Monday 7/20, first full day of leave - so much planned for this week! (worked half days last week). Ob visit with a dr at my group practice that I hadn't yet met, as my Ob is currently in WI on vacation (of course!). Dr was very sweet, and we joked about how far overdue I probably would go, based on my cervical check.
Tuesday 7/21 - Made plans with my older sister to go watch my niece do gymnastics after my NST. Made a joke to her that it would probably put me into labor because I was excited (I am a workaholic who never has done little things like watch her classes). Was also getting a start on my shower gift returns, and had remembered to grab the bag to return to Nordstrom. I'm forgetful, so I actually stopped my car, went back inside, grabbed the stuff, etc).
My last two NST's I had been told my fluid was low, and I needed to take it easy and drink lots of water, which I did. The first nurse was unable to find any pockets of fluid, so another RN came to re-scan. She found a 5cm pocket with fluid....and cord. She proceeded with the monitoring portion of the test while consulting with the ob. It happened to be the same one from the day before, which I was happy about because I know she knew how much I wanted labor to just happen. Well, no such luck. She did a third ultrasound, and sent me home to pack a bag and get my husband. She wanted me to head into the hospital for extended monitoring, and probable induction.
As soon as I walked to my car, the universe sent me good luck in the form of a penny on my window. So weird!
Fast forward through my confusion in thinking we might be sent home, so I ended up in intake until they realized "ohh, you're the induction we're waiting for!" I was still in denial. My baby is supposed to be 8 days late, born on August 11th! Or on July 31st (Harry Potter's birthday!) at the earliest!
I started on a dose of Cytotec at 4pm, and have kept that up every 4 hours. They have warned me that I will be here for awhile. ...my body has a lot of work to do in the span of what should probably take 2 weeks.
7/22-It's now 2pm, and our first 24 hours has ticked by. I am having slight contractions, but no dilation yet. My hospital is experiencing a power outage as of 8 am, so our room is slowly getting warmer and warmer. Hoping they get it fixed, otherwise I have to evac to a hospital near (Big City), which is much farther for everyone to drive. I'm seriously just waiting on air conditioning to get a Foley bulb started. I love the on call ob, who will be here until tomorrow, so fingers crossed my body gets busy and we'll have a birthday to celebrate!
Power clicked on about 4pm, right when it started to get uncomfortable in my room. I am a much happier camper now! Foley bulb was placed around 4:30pm, so hopefully that will help get me dilated. Next step after that is Pitocin! Ob had a rough time getting the bulb in, and my nurse told me "you're lucky it's her, there are quite a few docs that wouldn't have bothered!" I'm super happy this was her idea, because I still want to deliver med free. However, I am not completely ruling out epidural, especially at 28 hours and counting of discomfort!
Tip for anyone that will be in the hospital for any length of time. ...definitely ask for a recliner! I got one 2 hours ago and it completely changed my mood!!
8:45 - Foley came out on it's own....delivered neatly on piddle pad in the bathroom.
9pm - nurse agreed to let me walk the halls before starting pitocin. Great to be 'free', but was stopped by the nurses station because my ass was hanging out. My dignity takes another hit. ..
10:45pm - pitocin has been upped every 30 mins. Felt a weird gurgling, and called nurse who confirmed my water broke!
2:45am - After 4 hours of being in active pitocin labor, I folded. I opted for IV meds thinking I might take a break and then be renewed for the rest of labor. She checked me right before this and said "oh yeah, you're going to need a break, we have hours and hours to go". As soon as the sweet blanket of drugs hit me, I knew I needed an epidural. My husband did his part in double checking if I was sure/high as fuck/going to regret it. Nope! About 3 hours later I was floating on an epidural hammock of happiness. Not only was my pain with contractions gone, but I was no longer having to get up and pee. What originally was a bonus had become a total pain because of the monitoring. I was really over getting up, unhooked, out of bed, peeing my normal half teaspoon, getting re-hooked, back on bed, and then as soon as I settled. ...having to effing pee! Caving to drugs meant a catheter, which I was all about by then. So I got two epidurals because I love them so much. Just kidding, the doc nicked a blood vessel, so he made a second attempt!Lucky me? Not really, because the epidural put a slamming halt on labor. The actual epidural though, is awesome. I was perfectly numb, still felt pressure but not the gripping pain of contractions.
Unfortunately, Baby didn't like the epidural. The heartbeat would decelerate, funky things would happen, so the nurse cut off my pit, and labor stalled.
6:30am - on call Dr stopped in and offered to attempt an intra-uterine saline flush. Basically filling my dry ute up with warm saline to see if Baby would tolerate labor again. By this time, I gotta admit my spirits were down in the dumps. I couldn't stop crying, just resigned to the fact that nothing was following my plan and I had exactly the opposite experience of what I had hoped for. I really had zero expectations that it would work, and was trying to get it together and just keep my eyes on the prize.
8am - The doctor that originally admitted me was back at work for another shift. Also back was the awesome nurse that originally checked me in at intake. I was so happy she was my nurse....figured better her than anyone else to help with my section, right? The doctor checked me. And then started internal monitors so we really could see progress, if any. Also to get a good idea of the actual impact on baby. I was measuring 5-6 at this point. He said he'd be back in two hours to check on me, even though I probably wouldn't get far. Pit was back on, and baby seemed much happier with the saline refill.
10am - spirits back up, with determined resolve to have a good experience, come what may. My nurse was absolutely wonderful, and her trainee was great too. These women seriously made my day. Dr walks in 10 on the dot, and I crack a joke about hopefully being ready for our big date. Guys....I was ready!! 10cm, with a fully engaged baby!! My nurse cried, I cried, my sister cried. Nurse said "omg, I never cry, but I am so happy for you!" I was back in the game!
My mom was immediately on her way, so while I fought the urge to push, she arrived, doctor got ready, nurses set up. Trainee was doing great, and the atmosphere in the room felt like a birthday party.
10:50 - show time! Practice push x 3, and then I had to wait for doctor. As soon as he got gloved up, we went through 2 contractions, 3 pushes each. 4th contraction and Baby crowned. I reached down and felt the head, coolest thing ever. Next contraction...baby slid into the world! Team green changed to Team Pink!!!
Ann.ika OurlastName was born at 11:01am. 5lbs, 13oz. 18.5 inches long. She's perfect and beautiful, and I love my birth story, even though it was long and hard and frustrating. We're so excited! And exhausted. ...photo shoot, visitors all day, and breastfeeding struggles have us tired out. More pics to follow!
The background (because I have been pretty quiet on this forum):
FTM, 31 yrs, Team Green, EDD 8/3/15
Currently 38+3 weeks pregnant
Diagnosed with gestational diabetes at around 24 weeks. Diet controlled, hasn't been too difficult. Had a 37 week ultrasound last week and was thrilled with the news that I would be allowed to go into labor naturally! Ultrasound estimated Baby to be about 6lbs, 3oz. 3x a week appointments scheduled through 8/11, (2 NST, 1 ob).
Monday 7/20, first full day of leave - so much planned for this week! (worked half days last week). Ob visit with a dr at my group practice that I hadn't yet met, as my Ob is currently in WI on vacation (of course!). Dr was very sweet, and we joked about how far overdue I probably would go, based on my cervical check.
Tuesday 7/21 - Made plans with my older sister to go watch my niece do gymnastics after my NST. Made a joke to her that it would probably put me into labor because I was excited (I am a workaholic who never has done little things like watch her classes). Was also getting a start on my shower gift returns, and had remembered to grab the bag to return to Nordstrom. I'm forgetful, so I actually stopped my car, went back inside, grabbed the stuff, etc).
My last two NST's I had been told my fluid was low, and I needed to take it easy and drink lots of water, which I did. The first nurse was unable to find any pockets of fluid, so another RN came to re-scan. She found a 5cm pocket with fluid....and cord. She proceeded with the monitoring portion of the test while consulting with the ob. It happened to be the same one from the day before, which I was happy about because I know she knew how much I wanted labor to just happen. Well, no such luck. She did a third ultrasound, and sent me home to pack a bag and get my husband. She wanted me to head into the hospital for extended monitoring, and probable induction.
As soon as I walked to my car, the universe sent me good luck in the form of a penny on my window. So weird!
Fast forward through my confusion in thinking we might be sent home, so I ended up in intake until they realized "ohh, you're the induction we're waiting for!" I was still in denial. My baby is supposed to be 8 days late, born on August 11th! Or on July 31st (Harry Potter's birthday!) at the earliest!
I started on a dose of Cytotec at 4pm, and have kept that up every 4 hours. They have warned me that I will be here for awhile. ...my body has a lot of work to do in the span of what should probably take 2 weeks.
7/22-It's now 2pm, and our first 24 hours has ticked by. I am having slight contractions, but no dilation yet. My hospital is experiencing a power outage as of 8 am, so our room is slowly getting warmer and warmer. Hoping they get it fixed, otherwise I have to evac to a hospital near (Big City), which is much farther for everyone to drive. I'm seriously just waiting on air conditioning to get a Foley bulb started. I love the on call ob, who will be here until tomorrow, so fingers crossed my body gets busy and we'll have a birthday to celebrate!
Power clicked on about 4pm, right when it started to get uncomfortable in my room. I am a much happier camper now! Foley bulb was placed around 4:30pm, so hopefully that will help get me dilated. Next step after that is Pitocin! Ob had a rough time getting the bulb in, and my nurse told me "you're lucky it's her, there are quite a few docs that wouldn't have bothered!" I'm super happy this was her idea, because I still want to deliver med free. However, I am not completely ruling out epidural, especially at 28 hours and counting of discomfort!
Tip for anyone that will be in the hospital for any length of time. ...definitely ask for a recliner! I got one 2 hours ago and it completely changed my mood!!
8:45 - Foley came out on it's own....delivered neatly on piddle pad in the bathroom.
9pm - nurse agreed to let me walk the halls before starting pitocin. Great to be 'free', but was stopped by the nurses station because my ass was hanging out. My dignity takes another hit. ..
10:45pm - pitocin has been upped every 30 mins. Felt a weird gurgling, and called nurse who confirmed my water broke!
2:45am - After 4 hours of being in active pitocin labor, I folded. I opted for IV meds thinking I might take a break and then be renewed for the rest of labor. She checked me right before this and said "oh yeah, you're going to need a break, we have hours and hours to go". As soon as the sweet blanket of drugs hit me, I knew I needed an epidural. My husband did his part in double checking if I was sure/high as fuck/going to regret it. Nope! About 3 hours later I was floating on an epidural hammock of happiness. Not only was my pain with contractions gone, but I was no longer having to get up and pee. What originally was a bonus had become a total pain because of the monitoring. I was really over getting up, unhooked, out of bed, peeing my normal half teaspoon, getting re-hooked, back on bed, and then as soon as I settled. ...having to effing pee! Caving to drugs meant a catheter, which I was all about by then. So I got two epidurals because I love them so much. Just kidding, the doc nicked a blood vessel, so he made a second attempt!Lucky me? Not really, because the epidural put a slamming halt on labor. The actual epidural though, is awesome. I was perfectly numb, still felt pressure but not the gripping pain of contractions.
Unfortunately, Baby didn't like the epidural. The heartbeat would decelerate, funky things would happen, so the nurse cut off my pit, and labor stalled.
6:30am - on call Dr stopped in and offered to attempt an intra-uterine saline flush. Basically filling my dry ute up with warm saline to see if Baby would tolerate labor again. By this time, I gotta admit my spirits were down in the dumps. I couldn't stop crying, just resigned to the fact that nothing was following my plan and I had exactly the opposite experience of what I had hoped for. I really had zero expectations that it would work, and was trying to get it together and just keep my eyes on the prize.
8am - The doctor that originally admitted me was back at work for another shift. Also back was the awesome nurse that originally checked me in at intake. I was so happy she was my nurse....figured better her than anyone else to help with my section, right? The doctor checked me. And then started internal monitors so we really could see progress, if any. Also to get a good idea of the actual impact on baby. I was measuring 5-6 at this point. He said he'd be back in two hours to check on me, even though I probably wouldn't get far. Pit was back on, and baby seemed much happier with the saline refill.
10am - spirits back up, with determined resolve to have a good experience, come what may. My nurse was absolutely wonderful, and her trainee was great too. These women seriously made my day. Dr walks in 10 on the dot, and I crack a joke about hopefully being ready for our big date. Guys....I was ready!! 10cm, with a fully engaged baby!! My nurse cried, I cried, my sister cried. Nurse said "omg, I never cry, but I am so happy for you!" I was back in the game!
My mom was immediately on her way, so while I fought the urge to push, she arrived, doctor got ready, nurses set up. Trainee was doing great, and the atmosphere in the room felt like a birthday party.
10:50 - show time! Practice push x 3, and then I had to wait for doctor. As soon as he got gloved up, we went through 2 contractions, 3 pushes each. 4th contraction and Baby crowned. I reached down and felt the head, coolest thing ever. Next contraction...baby slid into the world! Team green changed to Team Pink!!!
Ann.ika OurlastName was born at 11:01am. 5lbs, 13oz. 18.5 inches long. She's perfect and beautiful, and I love my birth story, even though it was long and hard and frustrating. We're so excited! And exhausted. ...photo shoot, visitors all day, and breastfeeding struggles have us tired out. More pics to follow!
Sending good thoughts your way! 
