At 5:30 am on January 14, I woke up to get a shower and put myself together. I figured I was in for a long day, so I may as well feel good, right?
Bedrest turned into a baby – part 2
January 26, 2012
At about 6 am, the nurses came in to start my pitocin drip. While I didn’t want to be medicated at all, I really had no choice since I had hit severe. I was able, however, to talk the doctor into monitoring me instead of putting me on the horrible medicine that people in my state usually get. So I could handle the pitocin. I started feeling more contractions and was able to use my birthing techniques to get through them.
Speaking of birthing techniques, now would probably be the time to discuss the type of birth that S and I were planning on having. When I started looking around for natural childbirth methods, I came across Hypnobabies. While I side eyed the hypnosis idea, I realized that their definition of hypnosis was more relaxation and focus as opposed to the sitting on stage “when I count to 3, you’ll turn into a monkey” idea. I thought this would be a great idea for me, especially since I am very strong mentally when it comes to physical illness and pain. So I enrolled us in the class that would take us up through the 36th week of the pregnancy. The class was fantastic – I learned how to focus my mind on enjoying the experience instead of dreading it. To be honest, I was never scared of the process, but more of the unknown afterwards. We learned all of the things that you would learn in a class that wasn’t focused on natural childbirth (such as baby positions, the different medications and their effects, birthing plans), as well as how to relax. I left the class on Monday, January 9 feeling pretty well prepared to go through even an induction using these techniques.
So, back to birthing day. Once the contractions started, I was able to focus, relax, and breath through them. I thought to myself how amazing the skills were working, and that I could do this! When I finally was checked by the OB, I told them that I wanted to know where my progress was that morning, but not again until it was time. I labored pretty easily until about 11 am. It was then that the doctor came in and broke my water. They warned me that breaking my water could really make things progress and to be prepared. This got me excited because I thought I’d be meeting my baby girl soon, and I could handle it. Not to mention, it was a beautiful day outside and seeing a gorgeous view can make it easier to get through.
About a half an hour later, I hit hard labor. The contractions were really intense, and were about 3-4 minutes apart. It was also at this time that I couldn’t get into a comfortable position. I tried everything… side laying, sitting up, sitting on a birthing ball, swaying with S, and even got in the tub. Two and a half hours later, I started to feel the urge to push. S went and got the nurses, and I just knew that it was time. They called my doctor in, she checked me, and then stood around for just a little bit before leaving. I didn’t understand. Since I wasn’t being told my progress, I was only told it wasn’t time. It was close to 2:30 pm at this point, and I could barely keep my head straight. I was still working on my techniques, but I couldn’t focus through the discomfort. I got extremely nauseous, and nothing was helping. This was when I got in the tub and broke down. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to do this on my own. I cried as I asked for help. I felt that I was letting S down, and myself down. But there was no way I was going to get through it. The nurses told me that they couldn’t give me any sort of time frame on how much longer I would go. So as I cried and asked for the epidural, S left and talked to the nurses in the other room.
Turns out I was actually starting to swell internally because my body was ready to push, but she wasn’t in position. They had already starting to talk about a c-section for me. Once they had called the anesthesiologist, the nurses came in and told me that I had made the best decision to keep my hopes of a vaginal birth afloat. By 2:45 pm, I had received the epidural, and I was in a much better place. I did not, however, allow him to put me completely out, as I wanted to continue feel the contractions – the anesthesiologist didn’t like that very much, but I was insistent. I just needed something to take the edge off.
The next two hours seem like a blur. I was breathing through my contractions, laughing when I wasn’t having them, and watching the Saints-49ers game with S (yes – a football game. I wanted something we could turn off and not care). By about 4:45, I started feeling more pressure. The nurses called the doctor in, and I was checked again. I had gone from no where close to ready to push in 2 hours. It was then that the party started. I had my doctor, my two nurses, a NICU nurse, and another nurse in my room waiting for her to make her appearance (the NICU nurse was there since I wasn’t full term yet). I started pushing, they wheeled the mirror over, and S was holding on to my left leg. As I started pushing more, I started watching in the mirror (which was something I ever thought I’d do). I’ll never forget seeing her head start to crown, and then watching her be born. I watched her be suctioned, I watched her start to cry. I watched her fully be born, and then watched as they brought her to my chest. I had never seen anything so amazing before.
S was able to cut the cord, something he didn’t think he was going to want to do. We spent the next two hours just enjoying each other’s company – mom, dad, and daughter. She even took to feeding so well. Eventually, the nurses came back, took her to be weighed, and I decided to rinse off before we made our trip to the other side of the floor – where the moms and babies stay.
Victoria was born at 5:14 pm. She weighed 6 lbs, 1 oz, and was 19.5 inches long.