Baby Horrible's Birth Story
Jun 9, 2015 18:11:08 GMT -5
Post by billyhorrible on Jun 9, 2015 18:11:08 GMT -5
So if you're familiar with my recent posts, I've been having prodromal labor since May 23. Contractions daily, and they're productive, but they don't lead to active labor. It's been exhausting and frustrating. 2 "almost" trips to the hospital when they were gaining in intensity, but fizzled out after 3 hours. On Friday (40+3) I saw my doctor who said I was definitely in labor, just not active labor - she told me to go for a long walk to help things progress. We scheduled my induction for this coming Thursday (41+2), although my doctor didn't think I'd make it. She didn't think I'd make it to Tuesday.
But the weekend came and went, and I was still super, duper pregnant. Despite going for a long walk Friday and 2 mile uphill both ways kind of walk on Saturday. When I went into work on Monday, my boss, who had predicted I'd have the baby last Wednesday had changed his tune, telling the secretary "Oh, she'll be here today, she'll be here every day until her induction on Thursday. That baby is not coming on its own." Because really, there was no reason the baby should still be inside.
10 pm Monday night- DH and I were watching a movie when the contractions started again, which they do almost every night. But these felt a little different and were spaced farther apart. I started timing them and they were 7 minutes apart. I figured I'd go to bed and they'd die out, like they do every night. Except they didn't.
11:30pm - The contractions were pretty strong and now every 4 minutes apart, but I could still talk through them. So I called my mom to come over and watch LBB.
1:00am Tuesday morning - I was in agony. The contractions were being sporadic, usually 4 minutes apart, sometimes 2 minutes apart depending on if I was moving around or not. I was vomiting, which was causing more contractions. We headed to the hospital.
1:30am - I arrived in triage where I was 6cm dilated and 100% effaced, and still vomiting. They admitted me and sent me up to L&D where they basically had the anesthesiologist meet me (at my request). They had my DH fill out all the consent forms for the epidural so they could get me taken care of more quickly. I have such respect for those that go med-free, but I could not handle it. I was completely incoherent and apparently made a very dramatic entrance to the hospital.
3:00am - Things got so much better after I had the epidural placed. They could ask me questions, go over all my info, that kind of stuff.
4am - Once we got all the details down, they did another check. I was still 6cm, pushing 7cm and my water bag was "bulgy." We talked about whether it would break on its own or need to be broken. The nurse said the doctor would come in after shift change around 7am and based on progress we'd talk about it at that point. She tucked me in and told me to get some sleep and left the room.
4:05am - my water broke - everywhere. Called her back in and got cleaned up, then she headed out again and I tried to get some sleep. After my water broke, I could feel the contractions, despite the
epidural. They were still so much better than before, but still pretty
uncomfortable. I wasn't able to get any sleep.
4:40am- the nurse came back in. The baby was experiencing Tachycardia (increased heart rate) and she was a bit concerned. She tried having me change positions, which didn't seem to help, so she called another nurse to bring an oxygen mask and internal monitor. The other nurse suggested they check me out and see where I was in terms of cervical progress. I was complete and the baby's head was almost hanging out. "If she pushes right now, this baby is coming out."
All of a sudden it was all hands on deck. I think every nurse on the floor was in my room, but no doctor. They were paging the doctor, but couldn't find her. I don't think they even broke down the bed. They had me start pushing anyway. DH says after the first push, the head emerged, but it took about 4 more pushes for the rest of the baby to come out.
4:52am - Team Green turned into Team Blue (literally - Baby Horrible was super blue) as DH announced it was a boy. He cried immediately and was placed on my chest for skin to skin as he was stimulated to help get the color into him. Apgars were 6/9 because of his smurf-like nature.
He was super alert at birth and latched perfectly shortly after birth and began nursing - which was a welcome change from my first! He's a super quiet and mellow baby so far - I hope it sticks! LBB doesn't quite know what to make of him, but he's slowly warming up. He's far more interested in the shopping spree my mom took him on this morning - New toys, shirts, and underwear. Barring any unforseen circumstances, we should be heading home tomorrow.
But the weekend came and went, and I was still super, duper pregnant. Despite going for a long walk Friday and 2 mile uphill both ways kind of walk on Saturday. When I went into work on Monday, my boss, who had predicted I'd have the baby last Wednesday had changed his tune, telling the secretary "Oh, she'll be here today, she'll be here every day until her induction on Thursday. That baby is not coming on its own." Because really, there was no reason the baby should still be inside.
10 pm Monday night- DH and I were watching a movie when the contractions started again, which they do almost every night. But these felt a little different and were spaced farther apart. I started timing them and they were 7 minutes apart. I figured I'd go to bed and they'd die out, like they do every night. Except they didn't.
11:30pm - The contractions were pretty strong and now every 4 minutes apart, but I could still talk through them. So I called my mom to come over and watch LBB.
1:00am Tuesday morning - I was in agony. The contractions were being sporadic, usually 4 minutes apart, sometimes 2 minutes apart depending on if I was moving around or not. I was vomiting, which was causing more contractions. We headed to the hospital.
1:30am - I arrived in triage where I was 6cm dilated and 100% effaced, and still vomiting. They admitted me and sent me up to L&D where they basically had the anesthesiologist meet me (at my request). They had my DH fill out all the consent forms for the epidural so they could get me taken care of more quickly. I have such respect for those that go med-free, but I could not handle it. I was completely incoherent and apparently made a very dramatic entrance to the hospital.
3:00am - Things got so much better after I had the epidural placed. They could ask me questions, go over all my info, that kind of stuff.
4am - Once we got all the details down, they did another check. I was still 6cm, pushing 7cm and my water bag was "bulgy." We talked about whether it would break on its own or need to be broken. The nurse said the doctor would come in after shift change around 7am and based on progress we'd talk about it at that point. She tucked me in and told me to get some sleep and left the room.
4:05am - my water broke - everywhere. Called her back in and got cleaned up, then she headed out again and I tried to get some sleep. After my water broke, I could feel the contractions, despite the
epidural. They were still so much better than before, but still pretty
uncomfortable. I wasn't able to get any sleep.
4:40am- the nurse came back in. The baby was experiencing Tachycardia (increased heart rate) and she was a bit concerned. She tried having me change positions, which didn't seem to help, so she called another nurse to bring an oxygen mask and internal monitor. The other nurse suggested they check me out and see where I was in terms of cervical progress. I was complete and the baby's head was almost hanging out. "If she pushes right now, this baby is coming out."
All of a sudden it was all hands on deck. I think every nurse on the floor was in my room, but no doctor. They were paging the doctor, but couldn't find her. I don't think they even broke down the bed. They had me start pushing anyway. DH says after the first push, the head emerged, but it took about 4 more pushes for the rest of the baby to come out.
4:52am - Team Green turned into Team Blue (literally - Baby Horrible was super blue) as DH announced it was a boy. He cried immediately and was placed on my chest for skin to skin as he was stimulated to help get the color into him. Apgars were 6/9 because of his smurf-like nature.
He was super alert at birth and latched perfectly shortly after birth and began nursing - which was a welcome change from my first! He's a super quiet and mellow baby so far - I hope it sticks! LBB doesn't quite know what to make of him, but he's slowly warming up. He's far more interested in the shopping spree my mom took him on this morning - New toys, shirts, and underwear. Barring any unforseen circumstances, we should be heading home tomorrow.