Monday, March 4, 2013

And Then There Were FOUR! (A Birth Story)

As promised, here is William's birth story!



Due to my being on blood thinners, my induction had been scheduled for February 27th (39 weeks). That morning I called labor & delivery at 5:30 am to see what time they wanted me to come in. They told me it wasn't busy so I could come in right at 7 am to "get started".

I hopped in (more like waddled in) to the shower and almost as soon as the water hit me, I felt contractions - STRONG ones - they were regular the whole time I was in the shower. I took a LOOOONG shower that morning. I even shaved my legs (I figured the nurses holding my legs would appreciate it).



We got to the hospital right at 7 and waited through shift change for them to take me back to a room. As I waddled to the very LAST L&D room, the contractions were getting stronger. They hooked me up to the monitors and were a little confused by my contractions since I was there for an induction. They hooked up my IV, drew bloodwork for typing and to check my clotting (to determine IF I could get an epidural) and started fluids.

Since I had tested positive for Group B Strep (GBS) at my appointment a few weeks earlier, they started the penicillin drip to prevent me passing it to baby boy at delivery. At the time they started the antibiotics it was 9:30 am.

They put the pitocin (medication to start/strengthen contractions) drip on at a 1 (LOWEST dose possible) around that same time. They checked me and my cervix was 3 cm, 50% effaced. By 10:15, I asked for help going to the bathroom. While in there, my water broke on it's own (spontaneous rupture of membranes - SROM). After that the contractions came right on top of each other. I was checked again at 10:40 and was at 4 cm, 75% effaced. I believe it was at this point that they realized the pitocin wasn't doing anything since I was laboring on my own, so they turned off that drip.

Knowing this was our last child, I really wanted to try for a natural delivery. My husband & I discussed it quite a bit that morning while we waited & decided it was more important for me to not be exhausted from the labor afterwards to be able to feed/care for the baby. The anesthesiologist was still waiting for the clotting results but was on "standby" to give me my epidural at this point.

The doctor had a Physician's Assistant resident and 2 nursing students in the room and kept telling them how I was doing "textbook breathing technique" for laboring. She mentioned more than once how she wished she could videotape me to use as an example. Looking back, I'm honored that she felt I was a good example - and thankful I was "doing it right" but honestly I was just breathing in a rhythm to help cope with the pain of the contractions & to keep from screaming.

At around 11 am, they had the clotting results and they were ready to give me the epidural. The only problem was that the contractions were literally on top of each other and there was NO WAY I was going to be able to sit still to get it done safely. At that point, I looked at my husband and said I knew I couldn't get it done safely and he said - I guess you're getting your wish then - but he looked really concerned.

By 11:10 I was 8 cm and 100% effaced. Those last 2 cm just didn't seem to be happening though. At 11:20 I turned onto my right side to help turn baby's head to see if that might make some progress. There was a hidden pocket of fluid that was able to let go when I got on my side and I was quickly a 10 and ready to push.

As I was pushing, my husband said I yelled "I can't do this!" (I kind of remember that) but they all coached me through it - the doctor, the nurses, my husband - everyone in the room was cheering me on. It was a pretty incredible moment when William was born.



11:37 am - 2 hours (roughly) after we got the pitocin started and 6 hours since the contractions started at home that morning. Yes I went from 4 cm to baby in 1 hour. It was INSANE yet AWESOME at the same time. I am very thankful that I was able to go natural despite having psyched myself out of that after talking with hubby about the epidural.

Hubby and I both cried and he kissed me as they put the baby up on my chest. He told me how proud he was of me for going natural like I had wanted - which just made me cry more!

They cleaned up little man and hubby cut his umbilical cord. When they measured him he weighed 8 pounds, 1 ounce and 21 inches long. Out of all 4 kids, he's in the middle for weight but the tallest. We think he might be a basketball player someday! LOL

As I was getting cleaned up, I asked the PA resident how many other babies he had delivered and he and the doctor looked at each other & back at me and said this was his FIRST delivery! I was shocked - he had been so calm, cool & collected the entire time as if he'd been doing this forever! He did an amazing job and I'm going to make sure he gets one of the hospital photos to remember his first delivery.

So, there you have it, our last baby's birth story... I joked to hubby that I was glad we decided not to have more because with as fast as this labor went, we might end up with a home birth & him delivering the baby himself! He didn't find that as funny as I did though.

Later Taters!

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