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Jack's mommy |
Let's share our birth stories!
I'll begin. Jack was due 11/20 but showed no signs of coming (except for some very deceptive Braxton Hicks) so I was scheduled for an induction 11/27. That morning at 8 a.m. I was admitted to the hospital and my midwife gave me Cervidil to get labor going. Then she gave me an Ambien and I slept for most of the day. My DH has some great video of me waking up for a bit mid-day and babbling about Martha Stewart. LOL. I guess her show was on the TV. Anyway, I woke up at 5 p.m. and I was at 3 cm. I would not need the Pitocin. I was starting to feel the contractions. And they hurt, but weren't as bad as I thought they would be. I could breathe through them. I got my epidural and after that we just hung out in my room with our families, laughing and feeling excited. I was calling family and friends back north telling them I was in labor. I'll never forget my FIL standing by the monitor and asking if I felt the contractions and when I shook my head no, he looked at me in disbelief. At 10 p.m. it was time to push. We practiced first with my mw and a wonderful nurse who was assigned to me. I'll never forget that nurse (or my mw). My DH had made a CD of all my favorite soothing music and it was playing in the background. And it was so cozy in my room with just my DH, mw and nurse. It was so nice. That is, until Jack got stuck. My baby had turned his head as I was pushing and got stuck. So I pushed and pushed for 2 hours. And finally my mw had to bring in a doctor to intervene. I was very close to having a C-section. But first they wanted to try forceps. Oh man, the forceps. I had my eyes clenched shut the entire time but my DH took video so I saw them afterwards. And I certainly felt them. Yikes. That part got tough. But, finally, at 12:14 a.m. on 11/28, Jack was born. He was 7 lbs 1 oz. He didn't cry at first, which made me nervous. But he was perfect and healthy and started to whimper soon enough. I'll never forget that cute little whimper. And how it felt to hold him in my arms. That night after I breastfed him, we just lay there staring into each other's eyes for hours. It was surreal. He was so alert. And as I looked into his little face, I knew my life had just changed forever.    |
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I was scheduled for a c-section on Jan 2nd because my son was going to be big and they didn't want to risk me having him naturally and him getting stuck. I started having contractions at 12:15am January 1st. Yes, 12:15am. They stayed consistent and got closer together, so at 2 am we went to the hospital. They checked me out, said I was in very early stages at that point and I should go home and only come back if they got stronger. The contractions never went away, but never got stronger.
I was checked into the hospital at 5am January 2nd. My son was born rather uneventfully (besides being born of course LOL) at 7:22am. I will never forget the doctor saying when he pulled out my son, "I think we underestimated the size of this one" LOL! When they told me how much he weighed as they were sewing me up, I couldn't believe my ears. 11 pounds 4 ounces! I made the nurse repeat it in case my spinal was causing my ears to malfunction.  But it was no malfunction!The only real problem I had was my blood pressure after surgery. It shot up to 200/150, and stayed there for over 4 hours. I only found out I was one-on-one with the nurse in recovery that long the next day, cause they had me so doped up on Valium to keep me calm so my BP wouldn't go any higher that I didn't care. Then at 36 hours old my son went to NICU for five days for fluid left on his lungs. A fairly common occurance I found out later, but the nurse who told me my son could die if I didn't let her give him some formula (to slow his breathing) completely made me lose it b/c I was trying and doing good at BFing. Let's just say she was reprimanded, and didn't speak to me or DH the rest of my hospital stay. All in all, it was a pretty good experience. I had a healthy baby, and wouldn't change a thing now.  |
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With my oldest I was in a car wreck when I was 38 weeks preg (some dork ran a red light and t-boned us in the intersection of 82 and skyland) and the airbag hit me in my belly and left a mark.) So the ambulance took me to DCH and they did tests and the airbag caused a placental abruption so they had to induce and it was a long scary experience. Good thing is that after all of the scares and both of our blood pressures dropping dramatically during many times throughout the labor process we both ended up okay and he was perfect. Blake was 8 lbs 10 oz.
With my number 2 I had a normal pregnacy but since the first preg happened how it did I wasnt prepared for a typically normal birth so I didnt know what to expect and I didnt know the actual differnt signs that my body would show that would tell me I was in labor. Around 37 weeks I came home from the grocery store one day and it felt like I was leaking at times but I thought it was normal so I ignored it and it kept up for the entire weekend and finally that Tuesday it was getting annoying and I called the dr and they had me come in to do test to see if it was amniotic fluid leaking and it was and I was totally unprepared. They wheelchaired me to the labor and deliver right away and induced, I had to call my family on the way to the room. I didnt even have any bags packed, they would not let me go home and come back, I tried. But everything ended up okay with that labor too. Brad was 7 lbs 11 oz and he gained FAST! At 4 months he weighted 20 lbs and he is 11 mos now and weighs 23 lbs, he is a big baby but thankfully his weight is easing off. |
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Ok - I will try to make this short and sweet - but I've got three to get through...lol
With Jonah I had a pretty good pregnancy overall. We had to undergo all kinds of extra testing because at 18 weeks we found out he would be born with club feet - but no big deal. Towards the end - I'm thinking it was like January 8th - my blood pressure spiked and they admitted me to the hospital for observation. My blood pressure calmed down a little overnight - but on the monitor I was having contractions like you wouldn't believe. Lucky for me I couldn't feel any of them - not even a twinge - apparently I'm blessed with that! The doctor sent me home against the wishes of the doctor - she even followed him out the hall to tell him that she thought I was in labor and should stay. When I left she told me that she would see me before the weekend was through. Well Sunday morning at 8:15 I put my feet on the floor and my water broke - thank God for hardwood floors in the bedroom. Got to the hospital, got all hooked up, and watched football with my family all afternoon - I even had to ask one of the nurses to move her head while I was pushing so I could see the game...lol. He was 11 days early and born a little after 5:00 that night - 8lb 2oz 21" long. With Campbell I had blood pressure issues earlier. I attribute it to the fact that I was carrying a girl - and her diva ways still do it to me. I was put on bedrest the Monday after Thanksgiving - UGH! I spent every week in the doctors office and in Labor & Delivery being monitored. And let me tell you ladies - there is nothing quite like having to do nipple stimulation to bring on contractions. You, the nurse, your husband (maybe) in the room attached to a monitor rubbing your nipples with a cold, wet washcloth to bring on contractions to make sure your baby can handle the stress....ahhhh....good times. After spending Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in the hospital for more monitoring - they finally set a day to induce me - January 3rd. I get there and they get everything started and we all just hang out again. I go to push and I am in PAIN - they finally figure out that she is facing up - NOT FUN - and end up having to use the vacuum to get her out. She was born 9 days early around 5:30 - 8lb 6oz 21.5". She also had to stay in the hospial for 2 extra days and stay under the billirubin lights. I had to leave her there - talk about an emotional mommy! With Mason I had the best pregancy of all three. We knew he was going to be big so we went ahead and set a date to be induced - October 15th - which would be 11 days early. I get to the hospital and get all hooked up and they are having trouble finding his hearbeat down low so they bring in an ultrasound. He was turned sideways - so of course it wouldn't be down low - more like in the middle. So off to have a C section we go! He was born about 1:00 in the afternoon - 8lb 15oz and 22.5". |
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Jack's mommy |
Wow, HollyAnn...a car wreck! Yikes. You poor thing.
These are so interesting to read. It's really true. Every single birth is different. Even among the same woman. RM - 11 lbs 4 oz! WOW. And GG...ROTFL over the nipple stimulation! |
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I have to say that I, fortunately, had very uneventful births. The first was born on his due date. I wasn't sure if I was in labor, but got to the hospital around 9pm. He was born just after midnight. By the time I got checked in, changed, hooked up to monitors, examined, and getting the epidural, it was time to push. I pushed twice.
With #2, 3 days before due date, I went to hosp at 6pm and she was born around 9. Only 2 pushes, again. I probably could have easily gone w/o the epidurals because of the short labors. But, I didn't care to chance it, nor did I feel the need for the "natural" experience. With #3, I was induced so that I could get the dr I wanted. It was my longest labor. I got to the hosp around 8 and the drip was started around 9. He wasn't born until around 5. A lot of that time was spent waiting for labor to start. |
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My water broke in bed at 4:30AM, after just returning from one of those many middle of the night restroom trips. We got to the hospital around 6:30AM. I was examined and was just barely 1 centimeter dilated. My doctor wanted me to stay in bed and not walk around like I had planned to. She said that because my water had broken and the baby's head was still fairly high, there was a chance the umbilical cord could prolaps.
At about 8:30 AM, 4 hours after my water broke, I still had not dilated any more and the monitor was showing that I was only having very mild irregular contractions (that I couldn't really feel). So, I was induced with Pitocin. For the first hour after being induced it wasn't that bad. But then the contractions really kicked in hard. It wasn't long before the nurse said they were already at the maximum level on the monitor. I really wanted to have a natural labor, but late that afternoon I didn't think I could take it much longer and I was only 2 centimeters dilated, so I got and epidural around 4:30 PM. The epidural kicked in pretty fast and then it was completely pain free. I started to shake uncontrollably, though and they said that could be a side effect of the epidural. My blood pressure also fell too low at one point so they gave me something in my IV it bring it back up. Also, they gave me oxygen at one point for a few minutes because Will's heart rate dropped a little too much. His heart rate came right back up and did not drop again. About 30 minutes or so after I got the epidural I was at 4 centimeters and another hour after that I was already at 9 centimeters. Not much longer after that I was at 10 and it was time to push. Y'all are going to think I'm crazy, but I actually liked the pushing part! I guess I was just really excited... It wasn't bad at all. I only pushed about 30 to 40 minutes. Will was born at 7:10 PM. I'll never forget when the nurse handed him to me! He was perfect. I've never been so happy, excited, and nervous all at the same time. Will weighed 6 pounds, 8 ounces and was 20 ½ inches long. I'd had gestational diabetes, but Will had no complications from that. Did any of you write a birth plan? I did but my list of interventions I said I did not want turned into a list of everything I ended up having done and I didn't do any of the things I said I wanted to do in labor. Oh, well all that matters is that we got a healthy baby! I think the only thing that went "according to plan," was that I did not get an episiotomy. I still want to try to have a natural labor when we have #2. Yes, maybe I'm nuts!  |
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Bump!
I'd love to hear more stories and I'm sure I'm not the only one!  |
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I am copy-pasting this from my blog from two days after it happened. Some of it may be worded weird because it was written so long ago in the hospital. (yes, I took my laptop with me!)
We got here Wednesday at 6 am after not being able to sleep a WINK the night before. I was extremely anxious. They checked us in and got me in a gown. When you are inducing at a hospital without central monitoring, they have a nurse in your room the entire time. She doesn't even leave to go to the bathroom without a replacement. And they asked if we would mind a student nurse to sit in and watch and learn. All this was fine, my nurse was extremely nice and very good at her job, but a little chatty at times. She got me on IV pain meds and said try to sleep and then continued to talk to everyone in the room about anything and everything. Anyway, They started the pitocin drip and I started to feel what must have been contractions, but weren't showing up on the screen. I started getting pissy because I felt like she was dismissing my pain since it didn't show up on the monitor. Turns out my contractions don't read well on an outside monitor, they ended up putting one inside. When they got a little worse I went ahead and asked for IV pain meds. I honest to God wanted to sleep through as much of it as possible. Then when they started to get a little stronger, I went ahead and asked for the epidural because I didn't know how long the anesthesia guy would take to set up. Turns out I did it right in time, and I only say this from my own opinion because I really didn't want to feel any pain. I know that is silly to ask for in LABOR, but... Why feel it if you don't have to? So, with both the epidural and the IV meds, I started to drift off pretty good. People asking me questions like, "how are you?" started to get on my darn nerves. It was like, "I was great til you started talking, now go away so I can sleep". In my stupor I would hear the nurse talking "in code" with the doctor trying to keep me from freaking out about something. I guess they underestimated how cool I would be throughout the situation. Anyway, with every contraction, Aidan's heartrate would dip. She said that if I was farther along they would just let it go and I would be able to vaginally deliver, but since I was only 2 1/2 centimeters at the time, it could have caused some damage if we had let it continue. My doctor said, "remember when I said my top priority would be a healthy mommy and a healthy baby?" and I just looked at her and said, "do what you gotta do". And that was it. Stuff started moving really fast then. They assured me it wasn't a rush situation, but then their actions started speaking louder than their words and they were whirling around me as if I had disturbed a bees nest. Then the anesthesiologist (sp?) came in and upped my epidural to the point where I couldn't move my toes. The worst part of the whole situation was the next ten minutes. With all the meds and the people running around me and all the concerned looks on peoples faces, I started to have a panic attack. There seemed to be absolutely nothing at that moment in time that could calm me down. Not to mention, I am laying almost flat on my back at this point and staring at the ceiling the whole time. I think here is where I regret having the IV meds. The epidural wouldn't have made me feel so lost. They wheeled me down to the OR and the whole time I am having my little attack while at the same time worrying about Nick and if he was holding up well. He is such a sensitive person who tends to worry a lot and I didn't want him to freak out about what was going on. Other than my own little moment of panic, I feel like I was amazingly strong and calm about the whole thing. I started to calm down when they got me in the OR and it was a lot colder in there which always calms me. Then my saving grace through out the whole thing was my heart monitor. I just layed there listening to it beep the whole time and that constant rhythym just seemed to make everything better. I was also amazed at what would make it speed up, such as hearing something that made me worry a little bit or Nick taking his hand off my arm. One of the only things I could get out of my mouth the whole time was, " put your hand back". My doctor at one point thought I had passed out, but I was just simply too scared to talk. A c-section is actually an incredibly fast surgery, thank God. I never felt a single twinge of pain and the worst part is when the assisting doctor pushes down while the other pulls the baby out. It honestly fills as though they are trying to push you through the table. I think they do this now because your incision is so small, they have to get everything out of the way in order to get the baby out. Then something happened that I think will affect me for the rest of my life. He started to cry. It was the absolute sweetest sound I had ever heard. After all those months of worrying that I might screw him up somehow and here he was, these very light weight frightened cries and I just started bawling. There was no way I could stop it. It was just such a surreal moment. They let me see him for a split second before handing him off to get tests and wrapped up. Then they brought him back over for me to touch. I could barely lift my hand though, so I just told Nick to go with him and record every minute so I could watch it later. So, Nick went with the baby and my CRNA became my best friend. He just sat behind me explaining everything that was going on and kept me calm. I don't even remember his name, but I remember thinking he was one of the nicest men I had ever met and he certainly made the process bearable. At this point, I was just ready for it to all be over and for me to be back in my room. All in all, the surgery didn't last but maybe 45 minutes and I was back in recovery. The second worst part other than the panic is the thirst. They don't let you have water, only ice chips. Then they don't let you have anything in the OR. So, I thought my mouth was going to dry up and fall off. When I was able to sit up again and they brought me in this tray of liquids, I remember thinking that God must have just visited and brought down presents from heaven. They told me to take it slow so I didn't vomit afterwards. I didn't get to see him for quite a while. Being so small, I think he had a hard time regulating his temperature so they kept him in the nursery for a couple hours. I kept getting updates from family and friends though. Apparently he had quite an audience watching him from the glass in the nursery. He also, apparently, didn't like his first bath. Nick said his cries sounded like a small car trying to crank. So... for those of you who are looking forward to this process in the next couple months... don't be too frightened. My experience, while it didn't go the way I had planned, was certainly not a bad one. I would have liked to have experienced a vaginal delivery but it wasn't in my cards. I made sure to ask my doctor if I had caused it by asking for an induction and she said, No... it would have happened either way. We weren't far enough into labor for it to have been the pitocin that caused it. Maybe my uterus was just wicked strong and the little guy just couldn't handle the squeezing. I am just thankful that they figured out that it wasn't going to work before I got too far into labor. I would be more upset if I was torn up in both places. I have a sore abdomen right now, but I never dialated past 3 centimeters so I don't have to worry about pain down there as well. I do hope I get to someday know what it is like to give birth vaginally, but if I had to go back, I would still do it all the same because my baby is a very healthy little man. |
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I love to share this story...
I was induced at midnight, and they gave me some med for pain and to help me sleep well little did they know i do not do well with pain med so i did not sleep the first time, i talked my family head OFF. i mean i kept saying "oh i thought we were going somewhere" and even sthing about a jolleyrancher down the road lol. He broke my water at 7 am and thats really when it all started i got my epidural a little bit after that. It seemed like it went fast after that. when it got close for me to start pushing the women was getting things ready and she gave me one of those pail things and I looked at her and said oh no do you think I am going to throw up? lol It was finally time to start pushing, oh me I was so scared. I had my mom and hubs in there. Well I pushed for about 2 1/2 hours and she had to go get the dr bc she was not coming out, they would see her head and then it would go back in, but she came back and said he will be here in a min we are going to have to do one of three and one consisted of csection and I was not having that after I had pushed so hard every push i gave it all i had. but the dr came in and turned her head and she came out with ab three pushes. before that i told the nurse i would give her 100 dollars to get her out lol The nurses said that they never had anyone like me lol but I will not be like that with my next i was just so scared and had NO clue what to expect, speaking of which my hubs and I decided to start trying again. We are just going to start when we think she will come in a good month. So that was my story, it was amazing and I am excited to see what the Lord has in store for our next one...  |
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oh by the way she was born June 25th at 4:18 p.m. and was 7lbs 10oz and 21 1/2 inches
sooo beautiful! |
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Ok, mine may sound a little weird too b/c they were originally posted right after each birth on my other web forum.
Here is Amelia's. I'm going to go dig up Anabelle's next. Sorry this is so long - those of you who know me know that I am unable to tell a SHORT story. ---------- As I think most of you know, I decided to go ahead with a scheduled induction since I wanted to make sure I had family in town to watch Anabelle and that my mom could be at the birth. For a while, though, we really didn't think I would make it to the induction since I was already 2 cm dilated a week before induction date. But, Amelia was a good girl and held out until Dec 20. We showed up at the hospital at 6:30, as instructed. Of course nothing was actually done for a few hours after that though. At 8:10 my doctor came in and broke my water. I was 3 and 1/2 cm dilated at that point, and 80% effaced. At 8:15 the pitocin drip was started. This did make me start feeling some contractions, but nothing hurt really. They just felt like BH. The nurse kept asking me when I wanted my epidural. I refused for a while, since I wasn't feeling any pain. She finally explained to me, though, that with an induction you don't have to wait for them to get painful. Since she's controlling the contractions with the pitocin, and epidural wouldn't slow down an induced labor. So, at 10:30 I got the epidural. Let me tell you, it's VERY strange to go through an entire labor and delivery without feeling any contraction pain!! Trust me, I'm not complaining AT ALL. It was just really weird to look back and realize that I never had any pain. That said, the epidural is always the scariest part of the whole experience for me. I'm terrified I'll get paralyzed, and honestly that needle in the spine hurts more than anything else in my opinion. But, the anesthesiologist was young and quite good looking, so that kept me distracted. Anyway, my dr checked me again at 11:10, and I was 4 and 1/2 cm dilated and 80% effaced still. I was starting to get worried this would be a really long process, because I had progressed so fast with Anabelle. Granted I was in labor on my own then. At 11:30 I was 5cm and 90% effaced. At 1pm, 6cm and 90% effaced. Again, I was thinking we were in for the long haul. At about 1:15 my nurse paged my dr. She was seeing some erratic heartbeat decelerations on the fetal monitor and was worried about cord compression. The dr got back to us at 1:30 and re-checked me. Turns out it wasn't a cord compression, just the baby descending FAST. In the 30 minutes since he had checked me last, I had gone from 6cm and 90% effaced to 10 cm and 100% and ready to push. They took a few minutes running around, getting everything prepped, rushing the delivery nurses in, etc. I started pushing about 1:50 or 1:55, and she was born at 2:08 on Dec 20. Just like with Anabelle, the pushing stage was a piece of cake. With the first push or two they were telling me that her head was about out and they saw her head of hair, and then another 2 pushes and her body was out. The placenta was delivered about 20 seconds later. I had what my dr called a "minor tear", although after the pain meds wore off it did not feel all that minor to me! The first thing I noticed was that she looked IDENTICAL to Anabelle when she was born. It's uncanny really! And then they weighed her, and she weighed in at 7 lbs 14.4 ounces - exactly what Anabelle weighed! How odd is that?? She wasn't very interested in breastfeeding at first, but we did get the hang of it after a few tries. She had no problem latching on or anything, but was just impossible to wake up. The lactation consultant actually said she was one of the sleepiest babies she'd ever seen. LOL. Now, I know I had been warned about this, but I did NOT expect that after contractions that come with breastfeeding to be so painful. OMG. It was 100 times worse than either labor I have experienced. I didn't have this pain at all with Anabelle, but I'm told it's much worse with your second baby b/c of how much faster the uterus contracts. All I know is that I was thanking god for the pain cocktail they gave me, b/c those were some SERIOUS pains for a few days!! Anabelle was so sweet when she first met Amelia. She brought her the stuffed duck she had picked out and just covered her with kisses. She kept saying "I love you baby sister". Jennifer Mom to Anabelle: 3/20/04 Mom to Amelia: 12/20/06 Bitsy the greyhound ... our first baby, and forever in our hearts   |
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And, here is Anabelle's (3-20-04):
---- Well, against conventional wisdom, I decided to travel out of town after my thirty-sixth week of pregnancy. DH had a conference to attend in North Carolina (about 6 hours away), and I didn't want to stay home alone. We have no family and very few friends in MD (where we lived), and his parents live in NC. I figured I'd rather chance giving birth in another state but be with Dh rather than risk being home alone. So, off we went. Everything was fine until Friday afternoon (March 19). I was in the hotel room and I went to the bathroom and saw that I had lost a little of my mucous plug. Very little, but enough to freak me out. I called my dr and they said that it could still be a few weeks away. So, we went out to dinner that night(Mexican - maybe the old wives tale is true??) with DH's parents. That night, at about 11pm I tried to go to sleep and immediately started feeling contractions. They weren't really painful yet, just different than anything I had felt before. I spent the next three hours in bed freaking out quietly. Everyone else was sleeping and I was trying to convince myself that I was NOT going into labor in another state. Finally, at 2am, when they were getting painful, I woke DH up and asked him to start timing me. The contractions were coming every 2-3 minutes and lasting about 30-45 seconds each. So, we decided there was no way this baby was waiting. We woke his parents up and told them (I had done a good job of keeping quiet up to this point so as not to wake anyone up) and called my dr in MD. They confirmed I was probably in early labor and told me to go to the hospital where I was as soon as the pain became unbearable. So, we decided to wait it out as long as we could. I took a shower and had DH massage my back. We actually used some of the lamaze breathing stuff we'd learned (that I made fun of). It was definitely painful, but manageable. Around this time I lost the rest of my mucous plug. We decided we'd better go to the hospital. I think I was definitely in transition at this time b/c I was confused and kept saying I didn't think I could do this, didn't want to do this,etc. (all the stuff they tell you goes along with transition). We got to the hospital at 5am and I was triaged. Let me tell you ladies, there is nothing like walking into a strange emergency room and announcing, "Hi, I'm in labor." I was dilated to 5 and 1/2 cm and was 90% effaced. They admitted me and asked if I wanted an epidural. I said yes, and got one about 30 minutes later. It was WONDERFUL. Getting the epidural actually hurt a little, but after that the pain went away immediately. I could still feel and move my legs, feet, etc, but had no pain. I was checked again at 7:30am and was 9 and 1/2 cm dilated and 100% effaced. My water hadn't broken yet. That happened at about 9am. I started pushing at about 9:20am, and she was born at 9:50am. We were able to see her head with the first push. I can't believe how fast it all happened, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. Once I got the epidural, NONE of it hurt AT ALL. I feel so lucky. I did tear, 1st degree. I felt no pain until later when the drugs wore off! Anabelle Elise came into the world on March 20, 2004 at 9:50am. She was technically a preemie by two days (I was two days from being 37 weeks), but she weighed 7lbs 14.4 ounces and was 21 inches long. She is absolutely beautiful. The only problem we had was that the hospital didn't know if I was strep b positive. (we were prepared in every other way - had my medical records and hospital bags with us, but those results weren't back yet). They gave me antibiotics, but I labored so fast that they didn't have a chance to get to the baby. So, they did bloodwork as soon as she was born. Turns out I WAS positive, but Anabelle had no problems. She took her first road trip back home to MD at 2 days old. She was quite the little trooper! Jennifer Mom to Anabelle: 3/20/04 Mom to Amelia: 12/20/06 Bitsy the greyhound ... our first baby, and forever in our hearts |
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I wish that I had written this down right after it happened, but I didn't so I am going to try and remember. I was due on Jan. 18th 2007. On January 9 I went to work at 7am and worked until 5:30pm. All day I didn't feel right and I kept asking people "do you think I'm in labor?" And everyone said no, you will know when you are in labor. When I got home I still felt weird and I called my mom crying. She said you are probably in labor so go to the hospital. I work at a hospital and I did not want to be one of those people who go to the hospital and get sent home so I cried all the way there thinking they would send me home. When we got there they checked me and I was 3cm. They monitored my contractions and came in in about 30 minutes and said I was definately in labor. That was around 7pm. After a while of laying in the bed and waiting they broke my water and gave me an epidural and some pitocin(I'm not sure what order those were in). My epidural felt great at first but i could feel my left leg. As the contractions got harder with the pitocin I felt a lot of pain on the left side. They gave me two "redoses" of my epidural but it did not help. At 6:15 am on Jan 10 they said it was time to push. I felt every contraction and I thought I was going to pass out every time I pushed because they were so close together I could not catch my breath in between. It felt like I pushed for an eternity but it was only 1 hour! I felt so relieved when he was out. 8 lbs 3 oz and 21 1/4 inches long. I was so not prepared for feeling everything. I just thought my epidural would work and I would be fine. For a couple of months afterward I told everyone how horrible it was! I think I scared a friend of mine who was pregnant at the time but I was just being honest. Of course it was SO worth it and I will do it again one day! I wouldn't trade my experience for the world now!
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