Kashmir
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Heres my beautiful boys birth story-
I had been having start and stop early labor for nearly two weeks would usually start around midnight and last until about 5 in the morning, with timeable, painful contractions between 5 and 8 minutes a part, but never getting any closer. I would also have contractions throughout the day, but never that close together or with the same spacing in between.
On New Years Eve, I had walked for 30 minutes on the treadmill, spent some time on the birthing ball, and my DH and I had sex. My contractions had been off and on all day, and became timable, like usual, around midnight. Spent some time on the birthing ball, in a rocking chair and on my hands and knees (my back was killing me). One of the things that I read online while I was up was that some women have stop and start early labor when there is something emotional that is preventing her from feeling safe to deliver. So I did some soul searching, identified what it was, came to peace with it as well as the fact that my little boy would arrive when he was ready.
I went back to bed at about 4 and at 4:25am my water broke as I rolled over in bed- there was absolutely no mistaking what that was! The hospital advised that I be there by 7 so they could assess where I was and that I should eat something since I wouldnt be able to once I got there. I had this plan the whole time that I would have my DH sneak me food, but by 5 am my contractions had ramped up to 4 min a part and I had no appetite and the thought of food made me ill.
We got to the hospital, was told I was 5 cm and was put in a birthing room (my hospital is for labor and delivery mostly, so is set up with beautiful birthing rooms). The monitors showed that the LO was doing great and that I was having contractions, but what they couldnt show was that my baby was back to back. Talk about excruciating! I tried walking, standing, swaying, lying on my back, lying on my side, sitting in a warm jetted tub, but the only position that was remotely doable was sitting in the rocking chair. I got to almost 7 cm when I jokingly said to the nurse that I wished there was something between an epidural and nothing. She told me there was, Stadol (sp?). I waited 20 minutes and said that I wanted the lowest dose. I laid down on my side and within 5 minutes I could deal it didnt take away the pain, but took away the knifes edge and allowed me to sleep for the 2 minutes in between contractions ( I was absolutely exhausted by this time, no sleep, no food and about 8 hours after my water breaking). The Stadol got me to almost 10 and the absolutely wonderful nurse Ih ad (she used to be a midwife) said I could start bearing down if it made it better, which it surprisingly did. I was so relieved to finally get to the pushing stage, and thought its almost over! nope! I pushed for almost 4 hours (tried on my back, laying sideways, hands and knees, and the squat bar), halfway through my LO finally turned a little and then spent the last hour and half with him almost crowning, I was so frustrated and exhausted by this point that I started to feel like I was losing it. It felt like my uterus would help me during the beginning of the contraction and then would putz out in the end I was starting to actually get really mad at my uterus for getting so tired and not helping me!
The doctor came in and advised using a vacuum, even though my little one wasnt showing any signs of distress. I told her I would think about it and 30 minutes later I agreed. She gave me a prudential block (probably one of the most painful things I had ever had!) because my risk of tearing or having to do an episiotomy had risen with using the vacuum. She did one pull of the vacuum, and held my LO just at crowing so he wouldnt slip back like he had for the past hour and a half and then once I pushed his head out (he came out facing my right him with his hand by his cheek), let me finish the rest of delivering him. They placed him on my stomach and he just looked at me like whoa. They waited for the cord to stop pulsating and my DH cut the cord and my LO was moved to my chest while the doctor repaired the 2nd and 1st degree tears I had received.
Ronin James was born a little over 13 hours after my water broke and weighed 7lbs. 15oz. and measured 20cm I thought I loved him more than anyone else I had ever known when I was pregnant, but what I feel for him now is beyond words. And although it wasnt my perfect labor and delivery, that is overshadowed by having him here, safe.
I had been having start and stop early labor for nearly two weeks would usually start around midnight and last until about 5 in the morning, with timeable, painful contractions between 5 and 8 minutes a part, but never getting any closer. I would also have contractions throughout the day, but never that close together or with the same spacing in between.
On New Years Eve, I had walked for 30 minutes on the treadmill, spent some time on the birthing ball, and my DH and I had sex. My contractions had been off and on all day, and became timable, like usual, around midnight. Spent some time on the birthing ball, in a rocking chair and on my hands and knees (my back was killing me). One of the things that I read online while I was up was that some women have stop and start early labor when there is something emotional that is preventing her from feeling safe to deliver. So I did some soul searching, identified what it was, came to peace with it as well as the fact that my little boy would arrive when he was ready.
I went back to bed at about 4 and at 4:25am my water broke as I rolled over in bed- there was absolutely no mistaking what that was! The hospital advised that I be there by 7 so they could assess where I was and that I should eat something since I wouldnt be able to once I got there. I had this plan the whole time that I would have my DH sneak me food, but by 5 am my contractions had ramped up to 4 min a part and I had no appetite and the thought of food made me ill.
We got to the hospital, was told I was 5 cm and was put in a birthing room (my hospital is for labor and delivery mostly, so is set up with beautiful birthing rooms). The monitors showed that the LO was doing great and that I was having contractions, but what they couldnt show was that my baby was back to back. Talk about excruciating! I tried walking, standing, swaying, lying on my back, lying on my side, sitting in a warm jetted tub, but the only position that was remotely doable was sitting in the rocking chair. I got to almost 7 cm when I jokingly said to the nurse that I wished there was something between an epidural and nothing. She told me there was, Stadol (sp?). I waited 20 minutes and said that I wanted the lowest dose. I laid down on my side and within 5 minutes I could deal it didnt take away the pain, but took away the knifes edge and allowed me to sleep for the 2 minutes in between contractions ( I was absolutely exhausted by this time, no sleep, no food and about 8 hours after my water breaking). The Stadol got me to almost 10 and the absolutely wonderful nurse Ih ad (she used to be a midwife) said I could start bearing down if it made it better, which it surprisingly did. I was so relieved to finally get to the pushing stage, and thought its almost over! nope! I pushed for almost 4 hours (tried on my back, laying sideways, hands and knees, and the squat bar), halfway through my LO finally turned a little and then spent the last hour and half with him almost crowning, I was so frustrated and exhausted by this point that I started to feel like I was losing it. It felt like my uterus would help me during the beginning of the contraction and then would putz out in the end I was starting to actually get really mad at my uterus for getting so tired and not helping me!
The doctor came in and advised using a vacuum, even though my little one wasnt showing any signs of distress. I told her I would think about it and 30 minutes later I agreed. She gave me a prudential block (probably one of the most painful things I had ever had!) because my risk of tearing or having to do an episiotomy had risen with using the vacuum. She did one pull of the vacuum, and held my LO just at crowing so he wouldnt slip back like he had for the past hour and a half and then once I pushed his head out (he came out facing my right him with his hand by his cheek), let me finish the rest of delivering him. They placed him on my stomach and he just looked at me like whoa. They waited for the cord to stop pulsating and my DH cut the cord and my LO was moved to my chest while the doctor repaired the 2nd and 1st degree tears I had received.
Ronin James was born a little over 13 hours after my water broke and weighed 7lbs. 15oz. and measured 20cm I thought I loved him more than anyone else I had ever known when I was pregnant, but what I feel for him now is beyond words. And although it wasnt my perfect labor and delivery, that is overshadowed by having him here, safe.
