Hi all....
Firstly, Lisa - I meant to say in my last posting that I was sorry to hear about your nan. You'll have great memories knowing your daughter was able to meet her before her passing. Never take that for granted and cherish it always.
So...the birth story. I guess to say first with it that my labor was almost 16 hours long from start to finish. I really, REALLY wanted to try to do a drug free labor, but like many women, they change their mind. At hour 11 with almost no progression from 4 cms and trying to relax using the whirlpool, I told my nurse to give me a narcotic, which she said would limit the pain to about 40-60% of what I was feeling and would last about 2-3 hours. Cool I thought.
But then an hour later I was told the doctor I was working with wanted to break my bag. The RN did let me know that once this is done the contractions would most likely be worse even with the narcotic so....did I want an epidural? I asked if it was an option to get it after the bag was broken because I really wanted to try to fight through it all. I was told that was okay to do, so I waited to see how the pain was.
I kid you not...the first or second contraction after the bag was broken was the worst pain I have physically ever felt in my life. It was so bad I would break down crying when each contraction started and I begged for the epidural. Once I got it, I was in great shape. It wasn't fully placed in the middle of my spinal column so I was able to still feel the contractions come without being told from the monitor (they didn't mean for that to happen, but actually it worked out pretty well).
Before the epidural I as at 5 cm, then literally after the epidural I moved to 7 cm. Fifty-five minutes later I was checked again and I was fully dilated. The nurse then told me they were going to have me wait an hour before any pushing would happen. I laid in bed in a half sleep daze.
There was then a shift change for the RN's and at 7 pm the new RN started working with me and DH in relation to me pushing. Trying to push when you can't really feel anything is super weird. I guess before I even started pushing she was only about a half inch from making an appearance - that hour did really allow her to make her way down apparently.
So one of the first few times I tried pushing her hairy little head made an appearance. I have never seen DH get so emotional about something so quickly. He teared up, smiled and said he was going to watch the entire process. The RN ended up having DH help hold up my one leg whenever a contraction would come and I would usually try to push 3-5 times with each contraction.
After an hour and 15 minutes we got to a point where the RN called the doctor in to help with the rest. With my last few pushes, the doctor did let me know things were starting to tear and she needed to do a small episiotomy because otherwise the next push would actually tear my clitoris, which she said would be worse pain than the episiotomy. Again...thank God for the epidural.
But with my last contraction (an hour and 45 minutes into it) before she was born I could see the top of her head when I looked down. With one big push I got her head out and then the rest followed - no additional push to get the shoulders out. She had so much waxy vernix over her it looked like someone caked her with lard. But she was placed on my stomach right away and DH and I just broke down crying. She was so beautiful. For me I cried hard because the moment I looked at her she looked like my dad looking back at me. After we evaluated all of her physical characteristics, my side of the family has the definitely dominant side of things - she got DH's chin, but she got my eyes, ears, hair color (for now). Oh, and yeah, those 25 weeks of chronic heartburn definitely turned into a full head of hair.
I did see the doc starting to stitch me up and take care of things. She then said, "Okay, good job. You're all set." I was puzzled because I was waiting to be told to push to get the placenta out. Apparently at some point it came out unbeknownst to me. LOL
Since having her, we are now home less than 48 hours from her arrival. BF'g has been up and down. I worked with a few different lactation consultants and RN's to learn proper technique - something I'm definitely still struggling with, and her struggling with in learning. The "Baby Blues" have definitely sunk in since she came into the world, and I can cry over looking at her, mentally realizing what ours lives are going to be, feeling like a failure about the breast feeding stuff at times, etc. Hopefully it won't last long because I can't handle the up and down emotions already.
But we're home. She is perfect in every way. We're going to get our dogs from my in-laws tomorrow because we wanted to introduce new things to her slowly - today was letting her get use to the house, which she is in contact wonderment about.
Attached are a few pictures. Sorry for the long post.
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Hoping everyone is doing well!