twickywabbit
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I'll try not to make this too long.
WARNING: Scary story but it has a good ending.
AUGUST 17- It was my due date and no sign of labor whatsoever. Not even dilated. I was fed up with being pregnant. The only thing I had to look forward to was my ultrasound that night.
7:00 pm- I get into the ultrasound room, and they check her out...I was enjoying watching her move around and I just remember thinking I couldn't wait to finally see her. After an hour of looking at her and taking measurements, the tech excused herself and told me to wait in the room.
15 minutes later they escort me to the OB ward. At this point, I knew nothing and didn't really think anything was wrong.
I got into a room and the nurse told me to change into a gown so she could hook me up to a monitor. She could tell I was very confused and asked me if I knew why I was there. I shook my head no. She then proceeded to tell me that my amniotic fluid was low...I had lost half of it. She said she wanted to monitor the baby to see if she was okay.
I almost threw up out of worry but I did as she asked and got monitored for 2 hours.
After what seemed like forever, she came back and told me that the baby seemed fine but she had called my doctor and he gave me two options.
1) I go home until Monday and then they check me again and decide what to do then.
2) They induce me that night.
I walked around the hospital for about 20 minutes trying to decide what to do. On one hand, I was kind of afraid of induction. On the other hand, I wasn't dilating and I was losing fluid apparently. They told me I wouldn't know if the baby would be in distress or not.
I didn't even realize I was losing fluid and I was afraid to lose more and out the baby in danger.
So I came back and told them to start me on the Cervadil.
At that point I wasn't dilated at all or thinned or anything.
After they inserted it, I watched some tv and went to bed.
AUGUST 18-
I woke up around 4 am and started feeling contractions, they were getting hard to sleep through. So the nurse gave me some pain medication to make me drowsy and give me some relief just long enough to let me fall asleep. Boy did that stuff make me happy.
9:30 am- They took the Cervadil out and checked me. I was only 1 cm dilated.
They told me that they were going to wait until noon to check me again and by that time I could get my epidural.
((I got to have my epidural earlier than usual because of my condition -Vaginismus--which makes penetration(even sex) very difficult and extremely painful--not to mention make delivering difficult))
12:00 pm - They checked me again and lo and behold I was up to 3!!! They gave me an epi and started my pitocin. At this time however, they set me up for a csection that evening just in case I didn't progress well, but for now they wanted to see what the pitocin would do.
Around 6:00 pm - They checked me again and I am only at 6 cm. My doctor decided that he wanted to just keep going with the pitocin. I was a little frustrated but shrugged it off.
7:20ishpm- I start having an insane urge to push. The nurse rushes in and checks me...but tells me I am only at 9cm and not to push. Well 5 minutes passed and my body started to push for me. I could not control it and trying to made me cry. They finally told me that I could push "a little".
Unfortunately, this is when my epidural wore off.
I pushed for over an hour, and just couldn't get her head to come down far enough. I needed to get her out. I pushed again and the doctor stuck the vacuum up in me to assist me with the head, and then I pushed out the rest of her.
At 8:48 pm, my little girl was born. 7 lbs, 13 oz. 21 3/4 inches long.
All I saw was blood and tons of hair. However, she wasn't crying or breathing. She was blue.
That's when everything started to blur together.
They whisked her away and noone would tell me anything, I started to cry but the doctor told me to not cry and that it was going to be okay. I was looking over at her, and I heard all of the nurses and a doctor shouting and buzzing, trying to resuscitate her.
I started to feel woozy and I hear my doctor screaming for a nurse to help him with me. I was hemorrhaging. They had to pull out my placenta by force then my doctor didn't even have time to numb me, he started to stitch me up really quick and all I could do was scream, especially since my daughter was still not breathing. I finally got stitched up and I heard her cry a little faint cry.
They whisked her off into another room and all I remember then was going black.
I was passed out for half of the night and I remember waking up and asking about her.
They told me she was fine...but she wasn't getting enough oxygen so she was being monitored.
I was fine also, but lost way too much blood. They almost lost us both.
Over the course of a couple of days, I went from only being able to touch her, to finally being able to hold her, then I was able to try and breast feed.
They wanted to give me a blood transfusion but I was able to go home last night as long as I took my medication religiously.
I can barely walk and I am still suffering from all of the blood loss. I tore really badly and it will take me a long time to recover.
But I am blessed. My daughter is perfect and I couldn't ask for anything more.
Ashlyn - 1 day old.
https://i.imgur.com/5csAS.jpg
WARNING: Scary story but it has a good ending.
AUGUST 17- It was my due date and no sign of labor whatsoever. Not even dilated. I was fed up with being pregnant. The only thing I had to look forward to was my ultrasound that night.
7:00 pm- I get into the ultrasound room, and they check her out...I was enjoying watching her move around and I just remember thinking I couldn't wait to finally see her. After an hour of looking at her and taking measurements, the tech excused herself and told me to wait in the room.
15 minutes later they escort me to the OB ward. At this point, I knew nothing and didn't really think anything was wrong.
I got into a room and the nurse told me to change into a gown so she could hook me up to a monitor. She could tell I was very confused and asked me if I knew why I was there. I shook my head no. She then proceeded to tell me that my amniotic fluid was low...I had lost half of it. She said she wanted to monitor the baby to see if she was okay.
I almost threw up out of worry but I did as she asked and got monitored for 2 hours.
After what seemed like forever, she came back and told me that the baby seemed fine but she had called my doctor and he gave me two options.
1) I go home until Monday and then they check me again and decide what to do then.
2) They induce me that night.
I walked around the hospital for about 20 minutes trying to decide what to do. On one hand, I was kind of afraid of induction. On the other hand, I wasn't dilating and I was losing fluid apparently. They told me I wouldn't know if the baby would be in distress or not.
I didn't even realize I was losing fluid and I was afraid to lose more and out the baby in danger.
So I came back and told them to start me on the Cervadil.
At that point I wasn't dilated at all or thinned or anything.
After they inserted it, I watched some tv and went to bed.
AUGUST 18-
I woke up around 4 am and started feeling contractions, they were getting hard to sleep through. So the nurse gave me some pain medication to make me drowsy and give me some relief just long enough to let me fall asleep. Boy did that stuff make me happy.
9:30 am- They took the Cervadil out and checked me. I was only 1 cm dilated.
They told me that they were going to wait until noon to check me again and by that time I could get my epidural.((I got to have my epidural earlier than usual because of my condition -Vaginismus--which makes penetration(even sex) very difficult and extremely painful--not to mention make delivering difficult))
12:00 pm - They checked me again and lo and behold I was up to 3!!! They gave me an epi and started my pitocin. At this time however, they set me up for a csection that evening just in case I didn't progress well, but for now they wanted to see what the pitocin would do.
Around 6:00 pm - They checked me again and I am only at 6 cm. My doctor decided that he wanted to just keep going with the pitocin. I was a little frustrated but shrugged it off.
7:20ishpm- I start having an insane urge to push. The nurse rushes in and checks me...but tells me I am only at 9cm and not to push. Well 5 minutes passed and my body started to push for me. I could not control it and trying to made me cry. They finally told me that I could push "a little".
Unfortunately, this is when my epidural wore off.
I pushed for over an hour, and just couldn't get her head to come down far enough. I needed to get her out. I pushed again and the doctor stuck the vacuum up in me to assist me with the head, and then I pushed out the rest of her.
At 8:48 pm, my little girl was born. 7 lbs, 13 oz. 21 3/4 inches long.
All I saw was blood and tons of hair. However, she wasn't crying or breathing. She was blue.
That's when everything started to blur together.
They whisked her away and noone would tell me anything, I started to cry but the doctor told me to not cry and that it was going to be okay. I was looking over at her, and I heard all of the nurses and a doctor shouting and buzzing, trying to resuscitate her.
I started to feel woozy and I hear my doctor screaming for a nurse to help him with me. I was hemorrhaging. They had to pull out my placenta by force then my doctor didn't even have time to numb me, he started to stitch me up really quick and all I could do was scream, especially since my daughter was still not breathing. I finally got stitched up and I heard her cry a little faint cry.
They whisked her off into another room and all I remember then was going black.
I was passed out for half of the night and I remember waking up and asking about her.
They told me she was fine...but she wasn't getting enough oxygen so she was being monitored.
I was fine also, but lost way too much blood. They almost lost us both.
Over the course of a couple of days, I went from only being able to touch her, to finally being able to hold her, then I was able to try and breast feed.
They wanted to give me a blood transfusion but I was able to go home last night as long as I took my medication religiously.
I can barely walk and I am still suffering from all of the blood loss. I tore really badly and it will take me a long time to recover.
But I am blessed. My daughter is perfect and I couldn't ask for anything more.
Ashlyn - 1 day old.
https://i.imgur.com/5csAS.jpg
