Post by loves2shop4shoes on Feb 12, 2017 19:42:49 GMT -5
Elean.or Ma.ry is here! She was born on Saturday, February 11th at 4:28pm after 31 hours of labor and just 14 minutes of pushing.
She weighs 8lbs. 3oz. And is 20.5" long. (Though I think they didn't measure her wrong. Everyone comments about how big/long she is. I think she's more like 22.5" long.)
Here she is... will poof later.
Ok. So my birth story is a long one. Kudos to whomever among you make it through it.
We went to the hospital at 7am Friday morning for the induction. They were going to give me misoprostil (sp?) to get things going. But apparently I was already contracting a bit on my own, so that was out. So they hooked me up to pitocin.
After several hours of pitocin I hadn't progressed past a 1, so they gave me the balloon catheter thingy to manually dilate me. That HURT. I will never look at a balloon the same way again.
So around 10pm on Friday, the balloon came out and I was 3 cm. Still had pitocin and the contractions were getting more and more painful. So finally, after some suffering, I agreed to take some Nubain.
Let me tell you. That is some good shit. As soon as the needle touched me ass, it was like I was plastered drunk. I was able to take a nap, and all was well in the world. Until it wore off 2 hours later. Then the pain came back with a vengeance. And they offered me more, but I knew it wouldn't last and thought it was a waste.
So I got up to pee and felt unbelievably nauseated. I was able to grab a bucket before I started projectile vomiting. And then I was puking so bad I peed ALL over the floor. And it was pee. Not my water breaking. I was horrified.
I was shaking and puking uncontrollably from the pain so I finally agreed to get the epidural. There was no way I was going from a 3 to a 10 without it.
So in comes the anesthesia resident who gives me the epidural. Apparently missed the site somehow, and I have a huge bruise on my back (but thankfully no other damage.) The real anesthesiologist came in and made sure everything was ok and the epidural worked. Then my water broke.
I was able to sleep for a few hours. On Saturday morning I was dilated to a 6 and the nurses switched. Within an hour, I had progressed to an 8.
Shortly thereafter, I began to feel a ton of rectal pressure like I was going to shit myself. And felt a strong urge to push. They checked me again and said I was still at 8/75% so no pushing yet.
I was shocked that even with the epidural I could feel that much pain and pressure. She was very low (at +1) and the pressure was very painful.
It quickly became apparent that my new nurse was lazy and the biggest cunt I've ever met. (And I do not use that word in polite conversation.) She was MEAN. She was only ever in the room when I called her. (And for the record, I was her only patient.) She didn't come in to shut off beeping monitors. She didn't care that I was literally sobbing in pain from the pressure. She refused to agree to get doctors to check my dilation. (Told me the residents were busy and she wouldn't "harass" the attending on my behalf.) She only drained my catheter when I asked her to, despite the immense pressure I was feeling. Didn't seem to care that I'd run a fever or had blood pressure at some points of 170/100.
Ok. So I started feeling immense pain around 12:30pm. The bitch nurse continued to be a bitch and refuse to help me. I was crying to DH saying "I don't feel like anyone cares that I'm in this much pain. I feel so alone in my medical care. I had an epidural. How can I be in this much pain?"
So Bitch Nurse only agrees to check my dilation once every 90 minutes. I stare at the clock and count down minutes. At one point, I was 9.5 and had just a little "lip" of cervix left, but they still wouldn't let me push.
So Bitch Nurse brings me a "peanut pillow" to put between my legs as I laid on my side. Warning me that the pain will get worse, but I needed to change up my positions. And I needed the peanut pillow for at least an hour.
So I put the peanut pillow in between my legs, crying the whole time and playing relaxation music to try to prevent myself from going into hysterics. After 40 minutes, I couldn't endure the pain anymore and took it out and sat up. Sitting was one of the few positions I could do. BN walks in, sees the peanut pillow out, and loses her shit on me. Tells me if I'm not going to follow the treatment plan, I'll never progress and if I don't progress I'll have to get a csection. Then tells me that I should remember that not all babies are born alive. I was sobbing and said, "I'm sorry! I made it for 40 minutes. I just couldn't take the pain!" She then told me that I wasn't in pain because I'd had an epidural and that thank God I'd had the epidural because there's no way I'd be able to handle "real labor". And walks out.
She comes back a few minutes later with another nurse, this time acting like we're BFF, and basically puts me in doggy style to try to progress things. I stay in that position for the next 30 minutes, still in excruciating pain. At this point, whenever I had a contraction, I physically could not stop myself from pushing. And I cried and apologized and said, "I'm so sorry, but I can't stop the pushing."
But since there were other people around, BN told me not to apologize and she'd get the resident doctor to check me again.
Resident doctor checks me and I'm at 10 with a TINY lip. And seeing that I'm about to break down completely, he tells me he thinks I can start pushing anyway. So he asks me to do a practice push. And I do. His eyes get large as saucers and he yells out "Ok. You're a really good pusher. We've gotta get everyone in here NOW!"
So the other doctors and another nurse come running in. Literally running. And in 14 minutes, with 5 sets of contractions, she was out.
We've been working on breastfeeding and we're definitely making progress. DH and I are completely in love.
Kudos if you got through all that.
She weighs 8lbs. 3oz. And is 20.5" long. (Though I think they didn't measure her wrong. Everyone comments about how big/long she is. I think she's more like 22.5" long.)
Here she is... will poof later.
Ok. So my birth story is a long one. Kudos to whomever among you make it through it.
We went to the hospital at 7am Friday morning for the induction. They were going to give me misoprostil (sp?) to get things going. But apparently I was already contracting a bit on my own, so that was out. So they hooked me up to pitocin.
After several hours of pitocin I hadn't progressed past a 1, so they gave me the balloon catheter thingy to manually dilate me. That HURT. I will never look at a balloon the same way again.
So around 10pm on Friday, the balloon came out and I was 3 cm. Still had pitocin and the contractions were getting more and more painful. So finally, after some suffering, I agreed to take some Nubain.
Let me tell you. That is some good shit. As soon as the needle touched me ass, it was like I was plastered drunk. I was able to take a nap, and all was well in the world. Until it wore off 2 hours later. Then the pain came back with a vengeance. And they offered me more, but I knew it wouldn't last and thought it was a waste.
So I got up to pee and felt unbelievably nauseated. I was able to grab a bucket before I started projectile vomiting. And then I was puking so bad I peed ALL over the floor. And it was pee. Not my water breaking. I was horrified.
I was shaking and puking uncontrollably from the pain so I finally agreed to get the epidural. There was no way I was going from a 3 to a 10 without it.
So in comes the anesthesia resident who gives me the epidural. Apparently missed the site somehow, and I have a huge bruise on my back (but thankfully no other damage.) The real anesthesiologist came in and made sure everything was ok and the epidural worked. Then my water broke.
I was able to sleep for a few hours. On Saturday morning I was dilated to a 6 and the nurses switched. Within an hour, I had progressed to an 8.
Shortly thereafter, I began to feel a ton of rectal pressure like I was going to shit myself. And felt a strong urge to push. They checked me again and said I was still at 8/75% so no pushing yet.
I was shocked that even with the epidural I could feel that much pain and pressure. She was very low (at +1) and the pressure was very painful.
It quickly became apparent that my new nurse was lazy and the biggest cunt I've ever met. (And I do not use that word in polite conversation.) She was MEAN. She was only ever in the room when I called her. (And for the record, I was her only patient.) She didn't come in to shut off beeping monitors. She didn't care that I was literally sobbing in pain from the pressure. She refused to agree to get doctors to check my dilation. (Told me the residents were busy and she wouldn't "harass" the attending on my behalf.) She only drained my catheter when I asked her to, despite the immense pressure I was feeling. Didn't seem to care that I'd run a fever or had blood pressure at some points of 170/100.
Ok. So I started feeling immense pain around 12:30pm. The bitch nurse continued to be a bitch and refuse to help me. I was crying to DH saying "I don't feel like anyone cares that I'm in this much pain. I feel so alone in my medical care. I had an epidural. How can I be in this much pain?"
So Bitch Nurse only agrees to check my dilation once every 90 minutes. I stare at the clock and count down minutes. At one point, I was 9.5 and had just a little "lip" of cervix left, but they still wouldn't let me push.
So Bitch Nurse brings me a "peanut pillow" to put between my legs as I laid on my side. Warning me that the pain will get worse, but I needed to change up my positions. And I needed the peanut pillow for at least an hour.
So I put the peanut pillow in between my legs, crying the whole time and playing relaxation music to try to prevent myself from going into hysterics. After 40 minutes, I couldn't endure the pain anymore and took it out and sat up. Sitting was one of the few positions I could do. BN walks in, sees the peanut pillow out, and loses her shit on me. Tells me if I'm not going to follow the treatment plan, I'll never progress and if I don't progress I'll have to get a csection. Then tells me that I should remember that not all babies are born alive. I was sobbing and said, "I'm sorry! I made it for 40 minutes. I just couldn't take the pain!" She then told me that I wasn't in pain because I'd had an epidural and that thank God I'd had the epidural because there's no way I'd be able to handle "real labor". And walks out.
She comes back a few minutes later with another nurse, this time acting like we're BFF, and basically puts me in doggy style to try to progress things. I stay in that position for the next 30 minutes, still in excruciating pain. At this point, whenever I had a contraction, I physically could not stop myself from pushing. And I cried and apologized and said, "I'm so sorry, but I can't stop the pushing."
But since there were other people around, BN told me not to apologize and she'd get the resident doctor to check me again.
Resident doctor checks me and I'm at 10 with a TINY lip. And seeing that I'm about to break down completely, he tells me he thinks I can start pushing anyway. So he asks me to do a practice push. And I do. His eyes get large as saucers and he yells out "Ok. You're a really good pusher. We've gotta get everyone in here NOW!"
So the other doctors and another nurse come running in. Literally running. And in 14 minutes, with 5 sets of contractions, she was out.
We've been working on breastfeeding and we're definitely making progress. DH and I are completely in love.
Kudos if you got through all that.
- born July 2015
