allforthegirl
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Sorry ladies it is so late but birth story #5
This one is a bit different, normal but not.
So I am going to start this story a few weeks prior to my due date... I was certain that my waters broke and had a slow drip at about 36 weeks or so but they couldn't see anything. Fine I went on with my weeks. I had horrible SPD and was having troubles walking, especially if he was engaged and he liked to pop in and out all the time on me.
Around 40 weeks I went back in to get checked because I was sure my waters went. I even had two sweeps done too (which hurt and for me did nothing). They said nothing went. I tried out those panty liners you can buy, that are very expensive where I am, that turn blue if your waters go, but I guess they will turn too when you had sex in the last 24hrs. We were having sex a lot to try and soften the cervix. So I begrudgingly went on with my day.
Me going overdue for the first time ever, got me into walking and more walking. I was having my normal tightenings (which I started calling BH or contractions because I was working on my hypnobirthing) as I always had them. They would get really crazy after a long walk, just nothing seemed to actually start. So went with my mother and walked the camping trailer show we have here. I was starting to feel more regular tightenings and they were a bit stronger than the ones before. I went to the bathroom because my panty liner was wet. Walked on for a bit more and decided maybe we should go because mom and I agreed baby was finally coming.
Went home grabbed my stuff, and hit the hospital. They checked me for my waters again and they said no, but I was having tightenings every 3-5 min apart and they were good and strong, and I wouldn't even call them painful at this point. The nurses went to talk to the OB on call and came back and said she is in labour, put her in a room.
So here I am in one the fancy new rooms they have now. Handed my birth plan to the nurse. Which stated that I wanted to hypnobirth, little intervention, and only drug would be gas and air. It also told them I was saving my placenta to be encapsulated.
Not long after I got settled I went pee and my waters truly gushed out into the toilet. It was very very fuzzy looking, just like it looked on the last scan I had.I was excited to get things going. Though once again my labour started to slow down. After an hour things really slowed right down. So the OB said (because they like you to actively labouring once on in a room) to start the drip. Well I really didn't want the drip and the nurse said that she convinced the OB to only give the very very minimum dose, I looked at her said then I am not doing that without gas....... she came back and told me there was none......oh for goodness sake. My panic started in and I really was not going to labour without some pain relief as I know my body and it labours very very hard on the drip. So I said you will have to give a small amount of epidural. So that is what happened, got one shot in my back and that was it.
It wasn't long after that things started moving and pretty fast too. Maybe an hour or so the epi was gone and I was feeling everything. After that it was weird, as I knew I no longer had control of my body and baby was coming fast. It was like I retreated within my body. Like I was watching what was going on from somewhere deep with inside of my body. Because of this I am pretty rusty with what exactly happened at this point. DH said it went really fast....
Because of the SPD and the possibility of making it worse there were birthing positions I wasn't willing to do. I don't remember what position I started out in but what I do remember is that baby's heart rate started to drop (which is consistant with baby's mommies who have had the drip), and he wasn't moving down fast enough at that point. She shifted me and he turned and came out with in a push or two.
He was set on my chest and did not cut the cord right away as I asked for a delay to allow his blood to go back. I also asked for him to stay on my chest for as long as I wanted before taken to be weighed and such. We had such a nice time together and he was so wide eyed it wasn't funny!!! He was none stop looking around. We cuddled and allowed him to baby led latch. It was so nice as it was a perfect latch right off the start. It helped that I was not in there trying to do what he naturally knows to do. After he was finished nursing DH took him to get weighed, I just wanted to get out of the room and go to my room and just spend some quiet with him bonding.
We ended staying in the hospital for about five days because he was so jaundice. Not only that he would NOT lay in under the lights, he would just scream, so they had to bring in a blue blanket so he could stay in my arms nurse and get what he needed.
Once home I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I went to Dr and they figured I had a uterine infection. So I was put on a bunch of antibiotics, but after a week of them I didn't really feel that much better. Went into the hospital and had a scan and said there may be a piece of the placenta left in. So they did a DnC and gave me a spinal to allow me still to nurse baby when I was done.
Everything seemed to be ok and they sent me home. I then curled up in bed with baby and went to sleep. I don't know how much longer but I woke up suddenly, but tried to figure out why, maybe I had to pee? No not really but should since I am awake kind of thing. When I went to take the covers off I noticed something weird. I was sleeping in a large pool of blood. I called for DH to come help me get to the bathroom to clean up. When I stood up I could feel very large clots falling out. A huge amount panic washed over me. When I got to the bathroom numerous amount of clots slashed into the toilet, and I instantly almost passed out. DH then called an ambulance. Though once they arrived my bleeding stopped. Got into the ambulance and and i could feel my abdomen getting hard. Once at the hospital (5 min drive) my belly was getting very tender. I was told I was going to be rushed into the operating room as my abdomen was filling up with blood.
Panic for a second time was washing over me. I was very very worried about Zander.....how will he eat? I wasn't worried about my life I was worried that I would never be able to nurse him again, if he liked bottle feeding better than bfing.
From there I don't remember much other than the panic from the OB on call that they needed to get a line into me very fast, they must have poked me 20 times at least. I was in and out of consciousness when they were trying to poke me in my feet. They called the so called expert of iv and she still took three shots at me before finally getting one in. After that I don't remember anything other the OB explaining what they were going to have to do, but don't remember exactly what, only that it was important I agreed with him.
I woke up in the recovery room, and the first thing I wanted was my baby. I didn't care what they did to save my life.
The nurse came in and told me I could have a private room so I could stay in baby until I was allowed to go home, but that meant that DH had to stay with me too. Once moved later that day apparently I looked way better considering what happened. A few the nurses came in to see me because they wanted to see this girl that they didn't think would live past morning. The OB that worked on my explained that I had a balloon placed inside my uterus to stop the bleeding. He also mentioned how scared he was, and also shocked that my hemoglobin was as high as it was for only being 3.5-4weeks postpartum. I explained that I was taking placenta capsules and he said those saved my life for sure.
Well because of the blood loss I ended up completely no breast milk left. After a day of dry nursing and a baby that was so so so hungry we called in a lactation consultant. I was so damn determined to make bfing work, regardless of everything that happened. I wanted to try doing the flange technique, where a very tiny tube goes into baby's mouth so that while baby still nurses that he gets some nutrition with formula. Man it helped so much as he still wanted to nurse all the time but not constant, so i could sleep some. Which I knew was very important to bring in my milk as well as recover from the surgery I just went through.
I stayed about a week and thankfully was able to go home, and I was able to continue baby and he did so until about 12 months.
So I am going to start this story a few weeks prior to my due date... I was certain that my waters broke and had a slow drip at about 36 weeks or so but they couldn't see anything. Fine I went on with my weeks. I had horrible SPD and was having troubles walking, especially if he was engaged and he liked to pop in and out all the time on me.
Around 40 weeks I went back in to get checked because I was sure my waters went. I even had two sweeps done too (which hurt and for me did nothing). They said nothing went. I tried out those panty liners you can buy, that are very expensive where I am, that turn blue if your waters go, but I guess they will turn too when you had sex in the last 24hrs. We were having sex a lot to try and soften the cervix. So I begrudgingly went on with my day.
Me going overdue for the first time ever, got me into walking and more walking. I was having my normal tightenings (which I started calling BH or contractions because I was working on my hypnobirthing) as I always had them. They would get really crazy after a long walk, just nothing seemed to actually start. So went with my mother and walked the camping trailer show we have here. I was starting to feel more regular tightenings and they were a bit stronger than the ones before. I went to the bathroom because my panty liner was wet. Walked on for a bit more and decided maybe we should go because mom and I agreed baby was finally coming.
Went home grabbed my stuff, and hit the hospital. They checked me for my waters again and they said no, but I was having tightenings every 3-5 min apart and they were good and strong, and I wouldn't even call them painful at this point. The nurses went to talk to the OB on call and came back and said she is in labour, put her in a room.
So here I am in one the fancy new rooms they have now. Handed my birth plan to the nurse. Which stated that I wanted to hypnobirth, little intervention, and only drug would be gas and air. It also told them I was saving my placenta to be encapsulated.
Not long after I got settled I went pee and my waters truly gushed out into the toilet. It was very very fuzzy looking, just like it looked on the last scan I had.I was excited to get things going. Though once again my labour started to slow down. After an hour things really slowed right down. So the OB said (because they like you to actively labouring once on in a room) to start the drip. Well I really didn't want the drip and the nurse said that she convinced the OB to only give the very very minimum dose, I looked at her said then I am not doing that without gas....... she came back and told me there was none......oh for goodness sake. My panic started in and I really was not going to labour without some pain relief as I know my body and it labours very very hard on the drip. So I said you will have to give a small amount of epidural. So that is what happened, got one shot in my back and that was it.
It wasn't long after that things started moving and pretty fast too. Maybe an hour or so the epi was gone and I was feeling everything. After that it was weird, as I knew I no longer had control of my body and baby was coming fast. It was like I retreated within my body. Like I was watching what was going on from somewhere deep with inside of my body. Because of this I am pretty rusty with what exactly happened at this point. DH said it went really fast....
Because of the SPD and the possibility of making it worse there were birthing positions I wasn't willing to do. I don't remember what position I started out in but what I do remember is that baby's heart rate started to drop (which is consistant with baby's mommies who have had the drip), and he wasn't moving down fast enough at that point. She shifted me and he turned and came out with in a push or two.
He was set on my chest and did not cut the cord right away as I asked for a delay to allow his blood to go back. I also asked for him to stay on my chest for as long as I wanted before taken to be weighed and such. We had such a nice time together and he was so wide eyed it wasn't funny!!! He was none stop looking around. We cuddled and allowed him to baby led latch. It was so nice as it was a perfect latch right off the start. It helped that I was not in there trying to do what he naturally knows to do. After he was finished nursing DH took him to get weighed, I just wanted to get out of the room and go to my room and just spend some quiet with him bonding.
We ended staying in the hospital for about five days because he was so jaundice. Not only that he would NOT lay in under the lights, he would just scream, so they had to bring in a blue blanket so he could stay in my arms nurse and get what he needed.
Once home I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I went to Dr and they figured I had a uterine infection. So I was put on a bunch of antibiotics, but after a week of them I didn't really feel that much better. Went into the hospital and had a scan and said there may be a piece of the placenta left in. So they did a DnC and gave me a spinal to allow me still to nurse baby when I was done.
Everything seemed to be ok and they sent me home. I then curled up in bed with baby and went to sleep. I don't know how much longer but I woke up suddenly, but tried to figure out why, maybe I had to pee? No not really but should since I am awake kind of thing. When I went to take the covers off I noticed something weird. I was sleeping in a large pool of blood. I called for DH to come help me get to the bathroom to clean up. When I stood up I could feel very large clots falling out. A huge amount panic washed over me. When I got to the bathroom numerous amount of clots slashed into the toilet, and I instantly almost passed out. DH then called an ambulance. Though once they arrived my bleeding stopped. Got into the ambulance and and i could feel my abdomen getting hard. Once at the hospital (5 min drive) my belly was getting very tender. I was told I was going to be rushed into the operating room as my abdomen was filling up with blood.
Panic for a second time was washing over me. I was very very worried about Zander.....how will he eat? I wasn't worried about my life I was worried that I would never be able to nurse him again, if he liked bottle feeding better than bfing.
From there I don't remember much other than the panic from the OB on call that they needed to get a line into me very fast, they must have poked me 20 times at least. I was in and out of consciousness when they were trying to poke me in my feet. They called the so called expert of iv and she still took three shots at me before finally getting one in. After that I don't remember anything other the OB explaining what they were going to have to do, but don't remember exactly what, only that it was important I agreed with him.
I woke up in the recovery room, and the first thing I wanted was my baby. I didn't care what they did to save my life.
The nurse came in and told me I could have a private room so I could stay in baby until I was allowed to go home, but that meant that DH had to stay with me too. Once moved later that day apparently I looked way better considering what happened. A few the nurses came in to see me because they wanted to see this girl that they didn't think would live past morning. The OB that worked on my explained that I had a balloon placed inside my uterus to stop the bleeding. He also mentioned how scared he was, and also shocked that my hemoglobin was as high as it was for only being 3.5-4weeks postpartum. I explained that I was taking placenta capsules and he said those saved my life for sure.
Well because of the blood loss I ended up completely no breast milk left. After a day of dry nursing and a baby that was so so so hungry we called in a lactation consultant. I was so damn determined to make bfing work, regardless of everything that happened. I wanted to try doing the flange technique, where a very tiny tube goes into baby's mouth so that while baby still nurses that he gets some nutrition with formula. Man it helped so much as he still wanted to nurse all the time but not constant, so i could sleep some. Which I knew was very important to bring in my milk as well as recover from the surgery I just went through.
I stayed about a week and thankfully was able to go home, and I was able to continue baby and he did so until about 12 months.
I also was feeling his hiccups a bit lower.... I am happy that he has moved for an optimal birthing position but I liked him in breech 
. Was having horrible back pain and cramping but MW said it could just be baby moving low or false labor since there are no actual contractions present. 
Feeling impatient incredibly so
