Hi ladies... I finally finished my birthing story... I posted this in my journal, but though I'd post it here too... It's long
But there are pictures at the end!!!
Ok, this has taken me weeks to write! I never get a free moment to myself. Best invention yet- baby sling. Baby sleeps on you like a kangaroo. Buys you hours!!! So my birth story...
It was a Monday and I was 39 weeks and 2 days. I woke up that morning feeling fine, just really pregnant. I had major PMS when it came to choosing something to wear for the day. Anything form fitting that I had previously worn before just agitated me so perhaps that was a sign. Anyway, so I walked to my girlfriends house (20 min.) and then we spent the afternoon running last minute errands for me. I still had to buy diapers, a nursing bra,
last minute odds and ends. I started to feel very nauseous in the afternoon, but chalked it up to her driving.
On the way home I remember feeling a small 'gush' but then kind of forgot about it. IT was around 4pm when she dropped me home and I was just dying to take a nap. I went to the bathroom and my panty liner was full of clear jelly like fluid. I freaked out. In total disbelief it was my water. Then I realized it was just pouring out of me, so I put on a pad and called my friend to tell her my water broke! She was on her way back to my house because.... *drum roll please* my husband left his cell phone at home that day and was working out of the office on site somewhere so I had NO way of getting a hold of him.
Within minutes my girlfriend was over and confirmed yup my water broke, let's get me to the hospital. I didn't have my bag packed or anything, so with her 5 month old breastfeeding on one boob, she was helping me pack with her free arm.
To speed things along, after 1/2hr of calling around I finally managed to get a hold of my husband and told him to meet us at the hospital. There was no point in him coming to get me as it was the middle of rush hour traffic (my biggest fear). So just before 5pm we left for the hospital. My contractions had started slowly after my water broke and by this time they were 5-7 minutes apart and getting stronger, but still totally manageable. Traffic was horrendous, so my friend just drove like a wild woman and took the shoulder!
We have a bridge to cross and we were going against the grain, but at rush hour it's down to two lanes instead of one to allow for a dedicated bus lane, so traffic is always worse trying to get into town between 5-7pm. After the bridge we spotted a police car and pulled over trying to get his attention. My friend asked for a police escort to the hospital!
too funny. They wouldn't do it. They insisted on calling me an ambulance but we decided to take our chances with the traffic. We ended up taking a different route and got to the hospital just fine. My DH was outside waiting for us, looking like a deer caught in headlights. lol
We went up to the labour and delivery floor and checked in. I said I am in labour, lol. The nurse on the other side of the window asked me- how do you know? Well... my water broke and my contractions are 5 min. apart. They let me in, lol I had to pee in a cup for them to test and sure enough confirmed what I already knew, I was in labour. Still, it was scary having them confirm it. They got us situated in a birthing room and the rest was a whole lot of waiting. I was starving as I hadn't eaten in hours so DH got me some food. Then I sent him off to eat, because by this time it was 6:35pm, my contractions were five minutes apart and getting stronger. I was also 5cm dilated. Unfortunately he was gone for like an hour!
By the time he got back I was in agony contracting every 3 min. I sat on the birthing ball but really, nothing much helped. When DH got back I got in the shower. They had this really nice multijet shower and I stayed in there for 1/2 hr 45 min. Once I got out though, the contractions were too much. It was nearly 10pm and I was done. I nearly threw up and then asked for the epidural. All my fears regarding the epidural went out the window at this point, as I just really wanted relief. The anesthesiologist was super nice, and damn hot!
I felt so good after, physically and mentally I even told the Doctor I thought he was handsome,
My husband was dying!
Too funny. Anyways..... so hello instant relief!! The epidural was amazing. You aren't paralyzed at all. You can't walk but you can feel and move your legs. My whole wanting to be able to walk while in labour was stupid, because when you feel like that you don't want to walk, you want to crawl into a ball and die, so yeah... any of you wanting to be a hero- don't! There is absolutely no reason to suffer when something as glorious as an epidural exists.
We spent the next few hours trying to rest and watching tv on our iphone. We played 'guess the contraction' lol because I could still feel pressure and my husband was watching the monitor, so I'd be like, ohhh I think I am having one now, and he'd confirm, yup! that was a big one! lol By 3am I was fully dilated but the little munchkin was still too high up so we needed to wait for her to drop. They had been giving me pitocin already at this point to speed things along, so I think they upped it. By 5am I was ready to push! Oh boy........ no one prepares you for this stage of labour. Everyone talks about contractions and the pain of labour but hello people!!! What about the pain of delivery?!@ By this time either my epidural had worn off, or it is just useless for delivery, because I felt everything and have never in my life felt such pain. I won't go into details because there is no reason to scare anyone, and some people have no pain while pushing so there you go. After one and hour and a half out she came! They had to give me an episiotomy because her head just wasn't coming out. They also had to use some suction. Unfortunately, during delivery she had ingested some meconium so they had to spend more time suctioning out her lungs. It felt like forever before she cried. It was pretty scary actually even though in my heart I knew she was ok. They brought her to me as soon as they could so we could do skin to skin and she could nurse. She rooted for the nipple almost immediately. It's so amazing how nature just takes over. I had to keep oxygen on her (near her) for this time though because of the meconium. That sucked. Anyways..... so that pretty much sums it up! 7lbs 3oz, 20 inches beautiful baby girl. Our time in the hospital was a bit of a blur and it was so nice to get home. I can't believe she is already 3 1/2 weeks old... even though it feels like months have passed by. lol Life with a newborn. We are adjusting and love her dearly. It's alot to take in and I have been suffering from loneliness and the baby blues pretty fiercely, but it can only get better. I also got the raw end of the stick and had the infection and have been suffering from breastfeeding pain and tenderness. Now I am reacting to the antibiotics and have been breaking out in hives. I also just woke up with a yeast infection
I'll try to post some pictures below. Sorry for the long post! Just figured it's been so many weeks, it's about time I posted my story.
Baby Sophie:
One day old
Four days old
Nine days old
Happy family
Somewhere bw two and three weeks old
Proud mommy