Kel127
Mommy to Connor & Rowan
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I live in the US, and at my hospital if you refuse induction after 40 weeks then you have to have baby monitored every 3 days.
I really wanted a natural labor so I refused induction. On Tues April 3rd at 40+5 I went to the hospital to have baby monitored for an hour so that I could continue with the pregnancy. They did an ultrasound and found that my aminotic fluid level was dangerously low, and told me I had to have an induction that day. My heart was broken that I wouldn't get my natural labor, I cried for an hour before I finally consented to the induction. I knew it was best for my baby even if it was not what I wanted.
They checked me into hospital and started an IV and put me on a monitor. I then had to wait till my doctor arrived so that we could discuss my induction options. About 30 minutes later the nurse came in, looked at the monitor and said that I was having contractions every 3 minutes, and that it looked like I was already in labor. My doctor arrived at noon, and did an internal check. Then he gave me the best news ever. He said I was already 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced, and that he could break my water and let me progress naturally without induction.
After my water was broken I finally began to feel my contractions and by 3pm they were becoming very painful. They checked me again and I was only 4 cm dilated and very disappointed. They nurse told me to expect a long labor and asked if I wanted an epidural. I declined at that time. By 4:30 my contractions were coming every 2 minutes and were incrediby painful. I asked to be checked again was happy to hear that I was almost 6 cm dilated. By 5:30pm the contractions were coming so quick and hard that the pain was making me sick. I began to doubt I could do it on my own and asked for an epidural. I caved because the nurse kept telling me that I still had many hours to go.
They showed up to start my epidural just before 6 pm. They had lots of trouble getting the needle in. They had to restart several times, all the while my contractions were getting worse and worse. After 20 minutes they finally got the needle in, and asked me to lay down so the he could inject the medication. As soon as I laid down, I screamed that I needed to push. So the nurse checked me again and said omg this baby is coming now, start pushing. After 3 minutes of pushing at 6:20 pm my beautiful baby girl was born.
Rowan May weighed 7lb 13oz and was absolutely perfect. They never did inject the medication so the 20 minutes of having a needle jabbed into my back were unnecessary.
I wish I could say that is where my birth story ended, but instead it is where all my problems began. I was discharged from the hospital 2 days later. That night I had a horrible headache but didn't think much of it. When I layed down it felt better. The next day as soon as I sat up in bed my headache returned and lasted all day. By the end of the day the pain was so bad all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep. On Saturday the pain was bad I couldn't see straight. All I wanted to do was stay in bed. I couldn't take care of children. So on Saturday night I went to the emergency room. I found out that when trying to do my epidural they went too far and poked a hole in my spine, and that I was leaking spinal fluid. That was what was causing the headaches. On Sunday morning I returned to the hospital to have a blood patch done. They took my own blood and injected it into my back to clot in hole to stop the leaking spinal fluid. It worked for 2 days. Then my headaches returned. I was not laying down and resting like I was suppose to (kinda hard to do with 2 children) and the clot dislodged itself. I returned to the hospital on Wed. morning to have the procedure done again. This time I am taking the 72 hours of bed rest seriously.
So Rowan and I have been in bed together for the last 24 hours and I really hoping this time I will heal properly so I can be a mom to my children again. Unfortunately this means being away from Connor for 72 hours, because it is impossible to rest with a toddler. I really wish I had more faith in myself and never asked for the epiural.
I really wanted a natural labor so I refused induction. On Tues April 3rd at 40+5 I went to the hospital to have baby monitored for an hour so that I could continue with the pregnancy. They did an ultrasound and found that my aminotic fluid level was dangerously low, and told me I had to have an induction that day. My heart was broken that I wouldn't get my natural labor, I cried for an hour before I finally consented to the induction. I knew it was best for my baby even if it was not what I wanted.
They checked me into hospital and started an IV and put me on a monitor. I then had to wait till my doctor arrived so that we could discuss my induction options. About 30 minutes later the nurse came in, looked at the monitor and said that I was having contractions every 3 minutes, and that it looked like I was already in labor. My doctor arrived at noon, and did an internal check. Then he gave me the best news ever. He said I was already 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced, and that he could break my water and let me progress naturally without induction.
After my water was broken I finally began to feel my contractions and by 3pm they were becoming very painful. They checked me again and I was only 4 cm dilated and very disappointed. They nurse told me to expect a long labor and asked if I wanted an epidural. I declined at that time. By 4:30 my contractions were coming every 2 minutes and were incrediby painful. I asked to be checked again was happy to hear that I was almost 6 cm dilated. By 5:30pm the contractions were coming so quick and hard that the pain was making me sick. I began to doubt I could do it on my own and asked for an epidural. I caved because the nurse kept telling me that I still had many hours to go.
They showed up to start my epidural just before 6 pm. They had lots of trouble getting the needle in. They had to restart several times, all the while my contractions were getting worse and worse. After 20 minutes they finally got the needle in, and asked me to lay down so the he could inject the medication. As soon as I laid down, I screamed that I needed to push. So the nurse checked me again and said omg this baby is coming now, start pushing. After 3 minutes of pushing at 6:20 pm my beautiful baby girl was born.
Rowan May weighed 7lb 13oz and was absolutely perfect. They never did inject the medication so the 20 minutes of having a needle jabbed into my back were unnecessary.
I wish I could say that is where my birth story ended, but instead it is where all my problems began. I was discharged from the hospital 2 days later. That night I had a horrible headache but didn't think much of it. When I layed down it felt better. The next day as soon as I sat up in bed my headache returned and lasted all day. By the end of the day the pain was so bad all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep. On Saturday the pain was bad I couldn't see straight. All I wanted to do was stay in bed. I couldn't take care of children. So on Saturday night I went to the emergency room. I found out that when trying to do my epidural they went too far and poked a hole in my spine, and that I was leaking spinal fluid. That was what was causing the headaches. On Sunday morning I returned to the hospital to have a blood patch done. They took my own blood and injected it into my back to clot in hole to stop the leaking spinal fluid. It worked for 2 days. Then my headaches returned. I was not laying down and resting like I was suppose to (kinda hard to do with 2 children) and the clot dislodged itself. I returned to the hospital on Wed. morning to have the procedure done again. This time I am taking the 72 hours of bed rest seriously.
So Rowan and I have been in bed together for the last 24 hours and I really hoping this time I will heal properly so I can be a mom to my children again. Unfortunately this means being away from Connor for 72 hours, because it is impossible to rest with a toddler. I really wish I had more faith in myself and never asked for the epiural.