Post by ladysif on Jun 28, 2015 5:16:59 GMT -5
Baby L was scheduled for induction early Monday morning at 40+4 due to GD but decided to be kind and I went into labor at home at 3 a.m. so no induction needed! Went in around 8:30 a.m., was 4-5, 70% and -2 station. Did four hours of IV antibiotics for GBS, kept things low-key. Once my four hours was up we started walking. Half hour of that ramped things up. Contractions started coming on top of each other; we checked again, I was at 7. Thankfully the tub helped mitigate the constant contractions and things continued to progress.
After I got out of the tub we decided to break my water. Dr. and nurses were convinced it would go very quickly after that and I was ready. We had meconium so the NICU team would be present right away.
Turns out baby L was posterior, had the cord double wrapped around his neck, and had shoulder dystocia. And, you know, was the size of a freaking buffalo at 9 lbs 13 oz. (That is what I get for doubting the ultrasounds.) So THAT was fun med-free. I pushed him out in 9 minutes, had a 2nd degree tear along my old episiotomy, and the lovely experience of the doctor's hands up in my hoo-ha trying to turn him and help the stuck shoulder as I pushed. We had the umbilical cord issue with DS1, too, so again the doctor cut the cord immediately and he was whisked to the NICU team. They had to suction down his throat from the meconium issue and we barely slept the first night because he kept choking on it as he spit up the rest, but it cleared his system after that with no adverse effects.
I hemmhoraged, so they did all medicinal interventions to stop that; max of pitocin, some drug inserted rectally, another drug I don't even remember... none of it worked. So they did a manual extraction twice. Nothing like seeing your doctor put on the type of glove they use for birthing calves, knowing that her arm is shortly going to be impaling you to the top of your uterus. That was excruciating. They did an ultrasound a couple hours later and decided lucky me, I needed to have it done again as a last ditch effort or I would end up with a D&C. Yeah, I cried at that point. That last one worked, thankfully, but I was just completely defeated pain-wise. Hindsight? Opting for meds would have been a smarter choice, but I had no idea we would have quite so many complications. But all is well in the end. Baby L nurses like a champ, big boy that he is, and now that his swollen, bruised face has improved, he and his little dimpled smile (gas smiles!) are the highlight of my days.
P.S. I am mobile and can't figure out posting pics, I'm sorry.
After I got out of the tub we decided to break my water. Dr. and nurses were convinced it would go very quickly after that and I was ready. We had meconium so the NICU team would be present right away.
Turns out baby L was posterior, had the cord double wrapped around his neck, and had shoulder dystocia. And, you know, was the size of a freaking buffalo at 9 lbs 13 oz. (That is what I get for doubting the ultrasounds.) So THAT was fun med-free. I pushed him out in 9 minutes, had a 2nd degree tear along my old episiotomy, and the lovely experience of the doctor's hands up in my hoo-ha trying to turn him and help the stuck shoulder as I pushed. We had the umbilical cord issue with DS1, too, so again the doctor cut the cord immediately and he was whisked to the NICU team. They had to suction down his throat from the meconium issue and we barely slept the first night because he kept choking on it as he spit up the rest, but it cleared his system after that with no adverse effects.
I hemmhoraged, so they did all medicinal interventions to stop that; max of pitocin, some drug inserted rectally, another drug I don't even remember... none of it worked. So they did a manual extraction twice. Nothing like seeing your doctor put on the type of glove they use for birthing calves, knowing that her arm is shortly going to be impaling you to the top of your uterus. That was excruciating. They did an ultrasound a couple hours later and decided lucky me, I needed to have it done again as a last ditch effort or I would end up with a D&C. Yeah, I cried at that point. That last one worked, thankfully, but I was just completely defeated pain-wise. Hindsight? Opting for meds would have been a smarter choice, but I had no idea we would have quite so many complications. But all is well in the end. Baby L nurses like a champ, big boy that he is, and now that his swollen, bruised face has improved, he and his little dimpled smile (gas smiles!) are the highlight of my days.
P.S. I am mobile and can't figure out posting pics, I'm sorry.
