We came home yesterday and, as you imagine, it's been a huge adjustment since then. My life has been thrown into beautiful chaos. Proof that your best laid plans never goes the way you think!!! My dream of an intervention free birth was gone in a splash!
Here's my birth story:
DH and I DTD Christmas Eve morning for the first time in 14 weeks after having clearance from the OB. We joked about it inducing labor right before the holiday. It didn't induce labor at all. However, later that day I noticed my undies were soaked but thought it was vaginal discharge coupled with DTD. To be careful, I changed underwear and used a light panty liner to keep an eye on it. I soaked 2-4 panty liners in a couple of hours before I conceded that my water had broken.
At this point, rational people would have called the doctor. I, on the other hand, decided to go on a bender and cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed, dusted, and put together the pack and play in addition to finishing laundry and packing my bag!!! I showered and while naked in the bedroom let loose a large splat of fluid on the floor.
I called the Dr. on call at 6:30pm on Christmas eve and was told to come to the hospital. Once at the hospital, the doctors confirmed that my water had broken. I was 50% effaced, 0.5cm dilated, and -3. There were no organized contractions. After discussing the options with the doctor, we asked if we could go home for the night and come back the next day. The doctors agreed (and weren't too reluctant to do so) and had be monitor my temperature and discharge. We were told to come back in 12 hours if not sooner.
I walked around the block a few times Christmas morning as we prepped to head to the hospital for good this time. Nothing but BH and a wet pad.
We arrived at the hospital to find out that I was still 50%, 0.5cm, and -3. Ugh. I new it was time to induce. They did not want to start pitocin until my cervix ripened a bit. Beginning around noon I was given a dose of Cytotec (after careful discussion about options and risks). I was allowed to come off monitoring, eat dinner, and shower because they knew I was there for the long haul. They repeated the dosing every 4 hours for a total of 3 doses. Around 6am on the 26th I started having bad cramping. They didn't want to check me because of risk of infection due to the prolonged ROM and decided to start pitocin no matter what.
Pitocin was started at 6:45am. By 7:15 my contractions were getting stronger. I was checked and was a whopping 1-2cm dilated. The pain started to increase and I got peaks of contractions without good breaks in between. I was breathing through them. It was as if I was in transition because of the length and duration of the contractions. I could have handled it for an hour. But I knew I was only at 2cm and likely would be in labor all day. I opted for an epidural (another thing I didn't want!) and the immediate relief was so amazing I was giggling.
And then we had a scare. Shortly after I got my epidural my blood pressure dropped and Violet's heart rate dropped with it. I had a medical team in my room STAT and was placed on oxygen, given ephedrine for my BP, had the pitocin turned down, epidural turned off, and was bolused fluids. I recovered and baby was okay. We had a few more dips and the attending talked to me about C-section if the problems persisted. I was actually shaved and prepped in case of emergency.
I was checked around 9am and progressed to 4cm dilated and fully effaced. A couple of hours later I was 7.5-8cm dilated! We were making great progress. One hour later they checked me and I fully dilated and ready to push. They wanted to practice pushing and, since I had the epidural, they didn't think we would delivery fast. They were wrong. I bared down and pushed once and they yelled at me to stop. She was crowning. I was going to push her out in one push. My husband's face was the most amazed face I have ever seen and he started crying. I touched her head as she crowned. They called the attending and she came in. I was told to perform 1/4 to 1/2 pushes as they stretched out my labia and perineum. I felt a little pressure but that was it. And just like that, she was born. I felt her body slide out.
I had a small First degree tear - that's what happens when you push your baby out like a torpedo!
We did skin to skin and she rooted and kind of suckled.
It was so surreal. I did tear up but the whole experience took a bit longer for me to digest. Now I am in love.