susannah14
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First of all, I am in awe of all you ladies who gave birth naturally. I DONT KNOW HOW YOU DO IT. Secondly, this might be a little long, but thats because I only am going to document this once, so Im going to include the details!
I went into early labor on Monday night, the 10th of September. I decided to time my contractions for fun (Id been having regular BH for a long time so I didnt think this night was any different). I realized they were coming anywhere from 7-9 minutes apart, which was more frequent than before. They also started feeling stronger, not really painful, just stronger.
I managed to sleep two hours before being woken up by stronger contractions, this time a little painful. I woke up my husband and told him to turn off his alarm because he wasnt going to work the next day. I just knew this was it. We cleaned the house at 3 AM and watched an episode of 24 before falling asleep for another 2 hours.
I went to my OB the next morning and saw a PA who said I was 2.5 centimeters and 80% effaced (previously I had been 1.5 cm). She said go have lunch, walk around and come back in the afternoon. The second time, she said I was 3-4 cm and membranes were bulging and admitted me to the hospital.
I had already decided I wanted to see how far I could go without an epidural. I was managing the pain really well by breathing, and using my ball. After awhile though, it got so bad I was whimpering on my husbands shoulder every time there was a peak. Then my OB came and said I was only 2.5 CM!!!!!!! I said, WHAT, your PA said I was 3-4. She looked at me and said That was really optimistic.
So, psychologically, I couldnt deal with the fact that I had been through all that pain and had actually REGRESSED. I decided right then to get the epidural. It was heaven at first. I had the shakes and was nauseous but I couldnt feel anything besides some tightening.
Meanwhile, my OB told us to go to sleep, but the stupid epidural pump kept beeping for no reasonand the nurses couldnt figure out how to stop it. It was so loud it was like an alarm clock. So from 11 PM to 4 AM, every time we drifted to sleep, we were woken up by the pump. After awhile I started feeling pain on my left side. The nurse said Turn to your left. I did that but it didnt help. I told her that while I felt nothing on my right side, I could now feel EVERYTHING on my left side. She said she would have the anesthesiologist come by after he got out of his C-section. An hour later, I asked her again (BEGGED HER) to get that guy in here. She said Oops he went into another c-section.
At that point I literally broke down. I told her I couldnt do this for another 2 hours. So my OB came back to check me and she said, Oh well youre 10 cm now, you might as well push. Dont you feel his head down there? And I said, Oh, that must be that massive urge to poo.
So I pushed for an hour and 45 minutes. I was so exhausted after getting 4 hours of sleep in over 48 hours that I was FALLING ASLEEP between pushes. I also threw up 6 times, I had this baby head hanging out of me and I was barfing over the side of the bed. I felt like I couldnt do it. So they got a mirror so I could see his head, and WOW did that motivate me. I pushed harder than ever until I felt like I was going to explode, and finally my son, Blake Dylan, was born at 5:16 AM on September 12.
My husband was crying uncontrollably when he saw Blake, which I did not expect! The NICU had to immediately take him away because he was covered in meconium and they had to make sure he didnt aspirate it. Luckily everything was fine, and they cleaned him up and put him in my arms. He was watching me with his big blue eyes and I just broke down and cried. We didnt mean to conceive Blake but at that moment, all our anxieties about having a baby seemed so far off, because there he was, this little person!
Thanks for reading, and sorry it was so long!
I went into early labor on Monday night, the 10th of September. I decided to time my contractions for fun (Id been having regular BH for a long time so I didnt think this night was any different). I realized they were coming anywhere from 7-9 minutes apart, which was more frequent than before. They also started feeling stronger, not really painful, just stronger.
I managed to sleep two hours before being woken up by stronger contractions, this time a little painful. I woke up my husband and told him to turn off his alarm because he wasnt going to work the next day. I just knew this was it. We cleaned the house at 3 AM and watched an episode of 24 before falling asleep for another 2 hours.
I went to my OB the next morning and saw a PA who said I was 2.5 centimeters and 80% effaced (previously I had been 1.5 cm). She said go have lunch, walk around and come back in the afternoon. The second time, she said I was 3-4 cm and membranes were bulging and admitted me to the hospital.
I had already decided I wanted to see how far I could go without an epidural. I was managing the pain really well by breathing, and using my ball. After awhile though, it got so bad I was whimpering on my husbands shoulder every time there was a peak. Then my OB came and said I was only 2.5 CM!!!!!!! I said, WHAT, your PA said I was 3-4. She looked at me and said That was really optimistic.
So, psychologically, I couldnt deal with the fact that I had been through all that pain and had actually REGRESSED. I decided right then to get the epidural. It was heaven at first. I had the shakes and was nauseous but I couldnt feel anything besides some tightening.
Meanwhile, my OB told us to go to sleep, but the stupid epidural pump kept beeping for no reasonand the nurses couldnt figure out how to stop it. It was so loud it was like an alarm clock. So from 11 PM to 4 AM, every time we drifted to sleep, we were woken up by the pump. After awhile I started feeling pain on my left side. The nurse said Turn to your left. I did that but it didnt help. I told her that while I felt nothing on my right side, I could now feel EVERYTHING on my left side. She said she would have the anesthesiologist come by after he got out of his C-section. An hour later, I asked her again (BEGGED HER) to get that guy in here. She said Oops he went into another c-section.
At that point I literally broke down. I told her I couldnt do this for another 2 hours. So my OB came back to check me and she said, Oh well youre 10 cm now, you might as well push. Dont you feel his head down there? And I said, Oh, that must be that massive urge to poo.
So I pushed for an hour and 45 minutes. I was so exhausted after getting 4 hours of sleep in over 48 hours that I was FALLING ASLEEP between pushes. I also threw up 6 times, I had this baby head hanging out of me and I was barfing over the side of the bed. I felt like I couldnt do it. So they got a mirror so I could see his head, and WOW did that motivate me. I pushed harder than ever until I felt like I was going to explode, and finally my son, Blake Dylan, was born at 5:16 AM on September 12.
My husband was crying uncontrollably when he saw Blake, which I did not expect! The NICU had to immediately take him away because he was covered in meconium and they had to make sure he didnt aspirate it. Luckily everything was fine, and they cleaned him up and put him in my arms. He was watching me with his big blue eyes and I just broke down and cried. We didnt mean to conceive Blake but at that moment, all our anxieties about having a baby seemed so far off, because there he was, this little person!
Thanks for reading, and sorry it was so long!
x
