tuckie27
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I want to start off by giving a disclaimer: My birth story is a bit scary (but it has a happy ending!)...still, you may not want to read it if you're going to give birth soon and already have anxiety about it.
I went in to see Dr N at 40+3. I'd been having preeclampsia symptoms such as high blood pressure, some protein in my urine, and swelling and I'd been on bed rest the last couple weeks. Also, my cervix had not been progressing at all. He checked me at my appointment that day and told me that I still had not progressed :/ He suggested we either start with induction or wait another week, but with the preeclampsia symptoms and already being overdue, I didn't want to risk waiting to be 10 days overdue only to find I was in the same boat and cervix still wasn't cooperating. So, we decided to admit me the next day and he wanted to start with a cervical softening medication and then, after a few doses of that, he said we'd likely start pitocin. I was admitted the following day (Tuesday, Nov. 27) at 6pm. I was given the first dose of the cervical softener, which was inserted vaginally at 7pm and he said they'd recheck me every 4 hours. He said some women would start contracting or their waters would go just from the cervical ripener alone but my body had been so stubborn thus far, I didn't expect that to happen for me.
The first 3 hours nothing much happened and then the last hour I was getting contractions. They didn't start off really strong, but they were regular. He checked me again at 11pm and I was still 1 cm, but said I was 80% effaced and much softer so the meds were working. He gave me another dose vaginally and that's when things really picked up. By midnight I was getting strong, painful contractions and they were 2-3 minites apart. Then they were 1 1/2-2 minutes apart and before I knew it, I was in tears. I had started off the night with a really nice nurse and then a new one came on shift and she was rough, pushy, not listening to me, and was generally pushing my buttons! She did a cervix check on me and was WAY too rough (At one point I screamed "Stop!" and she igonred me and kept shoving her fat fingers up in me!) She also told me my Dr was wrong in saying I was 80% effaced and that I was really only about 20%. I think some of my crying at this point had to do with knowing this lady was going to be "caring" for me the rest of the night
I was offered an epidural earlier and said I wanted to try to wait on that. They asked me again after I was crying and I agreed. The anesthesiologist came in and first they numbed my back. Those first needles just felt like bee stings, nothing too painful. The actual epidural just felt really weird...I don't know how else to describe it, it was just strange feeling, but that initial part didn't hurt. But then, I felt a shooting pain down my right hip and I yelled and they were just saying "Don't move!" so I just clenched my teeth and bared through it. It only lasted a few seconds and I asked what it was and she said she hit a nerve going in. I said "Is it normal that I only felt it on my right side?" and she said it probably meant I would be more numb on my right than my left...Well, she was correct. My right side was VERY numb but after about two hours, I started feeling every contraction on my left side only. It was getting really painful all over again. Parts of my crotch were numb and parts weren't and the same with my back. I started to get weepy again as the contractions were about 1 1/2 mintues apart and very strong and some contractions came in clusters of 3 or 4 in a row.
The anesthesiologist came back in and gave me another dose of the epidural and the same thing happened again...the left side wore off after an hour and a half. I was getting really frustrated! I was hurting bad and the prospect of giving labor and feeling all this pain only on half of my body was scaring me. Dr N came back in and checked me. He said I was 2cm. Ugh! All this pain and hardly any progress! He said he wanted to break my waters and that actually didnt hurt at all. It took several pokes but he eventually broke it. He also wanted to place an internal contraction monitor in me and I said "Can't you put an internal heartrate monitor in too?" He said "We can put one on the baby's scalp if you'd like...Would you like me to?" I said "yes". I still wonder what made me inisist on that...So he put both internal monitors in, which didn't hurt either, and then he left. Soon I was in excrutiating pain again and the pushy nurse got the anesthesiologist to come back in. He said that what I was experiencing happens to people sometimes and it doesn't tend to "get better". He said it would probably be like this all night with the left side wearing off. He said we could re-do my epidural and I agreed. My right said was SO numb and I imagined how good it would feel if only my left were too.
They sat me up on the side of the bed like they had before to re-do the epidural. I was sitting there waiting for him to finish prepping. There was another nurse in the room now too and my sister and hubby werw also. Suddenly I hear the nurse say "Baby's heartrate is falling". I'm immediately alarmed and they are looking at the screen just staring for a moment. I hear her say "Okay, we're in the 60s now...50s...." and suddenly I am being shoved back down on the bed, flipped on my side and an oxygen mask is placed on my face. I hear the machine start beeping like crazy and then one nurse says "Are you gonna call it?" and then I hear another voice yell "Call it!" I think at this point I go into shock. All I can think of is in all the medical shows and movies and how they say "call it" for time of death. I'm not crying or freaking out or anything like that. I'm just frozen in utter shock. I am being wheeled down the hall and there's several people on both sides of my bed pushing my bed and we're flying down the hospital halls and they're yelling "Move!" to everyone. I am just saying "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod" under my breath over and over again. I start praying and I ask God to please not let my baby die. I am wheeled into a busy OR with a ton of people running around hurriedly in scrubs. They pull me off of one bed and onto another and the anesthesiologist says "I dont have time to do a spinal block. We have to get this baby out of you. I'm going to put you to sleep, okay?" I just nod. I am thinking "Please let my baby be okay...They're taking too long..Has my baby died? Am I going to live through this?" and as I'm trying to shove those kind of thoughts out of my head the last thing I remember is feeling them brushing the cold iodine stuff across my lower abdomen. When I wake up the first thing I ask is "Is my baby okay?" They tell me "Yes, your baby is fine. She's healthy and she's very pretty" If I weren't so drugged up and disoriented, I would've probably started crying right then and there. I felt immediate relief and I couldn't believe we were both alive and well! I said "Did you let my husband know we made it?" and they said "She's been with your husband for almost 2 hours now". I hadn't realized I'd been under so long. They wheeled me into my room and I saw my OH holding the most beautiful, perfect little girl I'd ever laid eyes on and I was so happy and grateful to have this little family
The Dr told them that when they cut me open they found I had a very short umbelical cord and he said "That baby was never going to come out vagianlly" I guess that explains why my cervix wasn't progressing too. He said when they sat me up I was contracting hard and baby was trying to descend and it strained that short cord and put her in distress. OH and I still think it's crazy that I asked for that internal monitor. They would lose baby all the time with those belly bands at NSTs and it's usually no big deal becasue baby just moves and then they adjust it on the belly and find baby again, but with time being so precious, having that intrenal monitor may have saved her life because they knew as soon as it dropped and took it seriously because it was internal. We didn't waste any time, thank God.
Baylyn Rose was born on Wednesday, Novmember 28, 2012 at 12:55pm. 6lb 7oz, 19 1/2 inches long. She's adorable and perfect and she's truly a miracle
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I went in to see Dr N at 40+3. I'd been having preeclampsia symptoms such as high blood pressure, some protein in my urine, and swelling and I'd been on bed rest the last couple weeks. Also, my cervix had not been progressing at all. He checked me at my appointment that day and told me that I still had not progressed :/ He suggested we either start with induction or wait another week, but with the preeclampsia symptoms and already being overdue, I didn't want to risk waiting to be 10 days overdue only to find I was in the same boat and cervix still wasn't cooperating. So, we decided to admit me the next day and he wanted to start with a cervical softening medication and then, after a few doses of that, he said we'd likely start pitocin. I was admitted the following day (Tuesday, Nov. 27) at 6pm. I was given the first dose of the cervical softener, which was inserted vaginally at 7pm and he said they'd recheck me every 4 hours. He said some women would start contracting or their waters would go just from the cervical ripener alone but my body had been so stubborn thus far, I didn't expect that to happen for me.
The first 3 hours nothing much happened and then the last hour I was getting contractions. They didn't start off really strong, but they were regular. He checked me again at 11pm and I was still 1 cm, but said I was 80% effaced and much softer so the meds were working. He gave me another dose vaginally and that's when things really picked up. By midnight I was getting strong, painful contractions and they were 2-3 minites apart. Then they were 1 1/2-2 minutes apart and before I knew it, I was in tears. I had started off the night with a really nice nurse and then a new one came on shift and she was rough, pushy, not listening to me, and was generally pushing my buttons! She did a cervix check on me and was WAY too rough (At one point I screamed "Stop!" and she igonred me and kept shoving her fat fingers up in me!) She also told me my Dr was wrong in saying I was 80% effaced and that I was really only about 20%. I think some of my crying at this point had to do with knowing this lady was going to be "caring" for me the rest of the night
I was offered an epidural earlier and said I wanted to try to wait on that. They asked me again after I was crying and I agreed. The anesthesiologist came in and first they numbed my back. Those first needles just felt like bee stings, nothing too painful. The actual epidural just felt really weird...I don't know how else to describe it, it was just strange feeling, but that initial part didn't hurt. But then, I felt a shooting pain down my right hip and I yelled and they were just saying "Don't move!" so I just clenched my teeth and bared through it. It only lasted a few seconds and I asked what it was and she said she hit a nerve going in. I said "Is it normal that I only felt it on my right side?" and she said it probably meant I would be more numb on my right than my left...Well, she was correct. My right side was VERY numb but after about two hours, I started feeling every contraction on my left side only. It was getting really painful all over again. Parts of my crotch were numb and parts weren't and the same with my back. I started to get weepy again as the contractions were about 1 1/2 mintues apart and very strong and some contractions came in clusters of 3 or 4 in a row.The anesthesiologist came back in and gave me another dose of the epidural and the same thing happened again...the left side wore off after an hour and a half. I was getting really frustrated! I was hurting bad and the prospect of giving labor and feeling all this pain only on half of my body was scaring me. Dr N came back in and checked me. He said I was 2cm. Ugh! All this pain and hardly any progress! He said he wanted to break my waters and that actually didnt hurt at all. It took several pokes but he eventually broke it. He also wanted to place an internal contraction monitor in me and I said "Can't you put an internal heartrate monitor in too?" He said "We can put one on the baby's scalp if you'd like...Would you like me to?" I said "yes". I still wonder what made me inisist on that...So he put both internal monitors in, which didn't hurt either, and then he left. Soon I was in excrutiating pain again and the pushy nurse got the anesthesiologist to come back in. He said that what I was experiencing happens to people sometimes and it doesn't tend to "get better". He said it would probably be like this all night with the left side wearing off. He said we could re-do my epidural and I agreed. My right said was SO numb and I imagined how good it would feel if only my left were too.
They sat me up on the side of the bed like they had before to re-do the epidural. I was sitting there waiting for him to finish prepping. There was another nurse in the room now too and my sister and hubby werw also. Suddenly I hear the nurse say "Baby's heartrate is falling". I'm immediately alarmed and they are looking at the screen just staring for a moment. I hear her say "Okay, we're in the 60s now...50s...." and suddenly I am being shoved back down on the bed, flipped on my side and an oxygen mask is placed on my face. I hear the machine start beeping like crazy and then one nurse says "Are you gonna call it?" and then I hear another voice yell "Call it!" I think at this point I go into shock. All I can think of is in all the medical shows and movies and how they say "call it" for time of death. I'm not crying or freaking out or anything like that. I'm just frozen in utter shock. I am being wheeled down the hall and there's several people on both sides of my bed pushing my bed and we're flying down the hospital halls and they're yelling "Move!" to everyone. I am just saying "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod" under my breath over and over again. I start praying and I ask God to please not let my baby die. I am wheeled into a busy OR with a ton of people running around hurriedly in scrubs. They pull me off of one bed and onto another and the anesthesiologist says "I dont have time to do a spinal block. We have to get this baby out of you. I'm going to put you to sleep, okay?" I just nod. I am thinking "Please let my baby be okay...They're taking too long..Has my baby died? Am I going to live through this?" and as I'm trying to shove those kind of thoughts out of my head the last thing I remember is feeling them brushing the cold iodine stuff across my lower abdomen. When I wake up the first thing I ask is "Is my baby okay?" They tell me "Yes, your baby is fine. She's healthy and she's very pretty" If I weren't so drugged up and disoriented, I would've probably started crying right then and there. I felt immediate relief and I couldn't believe we were both alive and well! I said "Did you let my husband know we made it?" and they said "She's been with your husband for almost 2 hours now". I hadn't realized I'd been under so long. They wheeled me into my room and I saw my OH holding the most beautiful, perfect little girl I'd ever laid eyes on and I was so happy and grateful to have this little family
The Dr told them that when they cut me open they found I had a very short umbelical cord and he said "That baby was never going to come out vagianlly" I guess that explains why my cervix wasn't progressing too. He said when they sat me up I was contracting hard and baby was trying to descend and it strained that short cord and put her in distress. OH and I still think it's crazy that I asked for that internal monitor. They would lose baby all the time with those belly bands at NSTs and it's usually no big deal becasue baby just moves and then they adjust it on the belly and find baby again, but with time being so precious, having that intrenal monitor may have saved her life because they knew as soon as it dropped and took it seriously because it was internal. We didn't waste any time, thank God.
Baylyn Rose was born on Wednesday, Novmember 28, 2012 at 12:55pm. 6lb 7oz, 19 1/2 inches long. She's adorable and perfect and she's truly a miracle
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