Scotty's Birth

[mamaxs4]

It was October 26th around 4pm I felt a little trickle.  I thought, what's this, I just peed, what's wrong with me?  I changed clothes.  I told my hubby I think my water might have broke.   He replied "What do you mean 'might have'?"  I shrugged my shoulders and said I don't know for sure.  Then I was looking over the directions for the crib and I felt that litle trickle again.  I wasn't due till Nov, and I was scheduled for an induction on Halloween.  I DID NOT want my baby to be born on Halloween.

I called the hospital and they said it would be a good idea to get checked.  I thought I was feeling the beginnings of contractions but I wasn't sure. It might have just been wishful thinking.  By this point I was sure my water had broken, it was a slow leak so to speak.  Hubby and I and my daughter,Sarah rode up the elevator to the hospital. I had another leak and it feels so gross. 

A nurse took me to a room to evaluate whether or not I was in labor. They did the test to find out if my water had broken. She came back and said she wasn't sure. I wanted to say how can you not be sure, I'm not peeing on my self. When I had went into the bathroom in my hospital room to change and get a urine sample(why they wanted that I don't know since I'm obviously pregnant(lol) I don't know). I propped my foot up to use the sanitary wipe they give you, I leaked again and might I say eww. Then when I took the sample, I leaked again, eww. This whole process was beginning to gross me out.

I told the nurse about all that leaking and she tested what was on the floor. After all this testing they are still not sure and I'm getting agrivated and so was my husband. Even after checking me and I was at a 5 (centimeters) there was talk of sending me home.  Hubby was't happy about that, he thought if I was that dialated I needed to be admitted and I was completely in agreement with him.

After some back and forth with the doctor I was finally admitted. Once I was in the room, I was hooked up to moniters and by that point I was starting to feel to contractions. I think this was around 6pm.  Then a nurse came into my room and said that the doctor wanted me on pitocin.  I thought oh, great, just like last time. I started to say no, then the nurse informed me that if I don't take the pitocin I will need to be sent home and come back later.  I thought but I'm dilated so much and they still want to send me home? Once again I felt I had no choice but to take the pitocin.  I felt I was going to have an easy labor this time, but all these doctors are pitocin happy.  I wanted to have a "natural labor" what is so wrong with that?

The nurses start the pitocin drip, and I wait. I wait for the torture that is known as induced contractions. The contractions go from OK, to moderate, to I think I can handle this but, not much more....The doctor comes in to check me, I can't remember how far along I was as soon as he starts to examine me, he says something about the bag of water and before he can get another word out it breaks. It brakes before he has a chance to break it with his devious looking "crochet hook" instrument. I started having more pain from the contractions and he said that I didn't need to go through the pain and that I should consider an epidural. At first I said no...but I quickly rethought that and decide that the epidural was a good idea.

It took some time before the anesthesiologist got there and the contractions where getting worse by the minute, finally the nurses started prepping me for the epidural.  They numbed the area, which didn't seem like it was working. I quickly found out why I didn't think the numbing "stuff" didn't work, because it hadn't!! I felt everything from sticking the epidural needle in to what felt like digging in my spine. This doctor couldn't find the epidural space!!!!! So, he instructed me to curl my spine even more, which was hard enough being so pregnant and having contractions. I don't know what I would have done without my hubby. He finally get the thing in where it was supposed to go and gave me instructions on the right way to move around. My next question was "When is it going to kick in" and I was told it could take a little while. I couldn't help but think, after what I had been through to get this thing stuck in my back I deserved instant pain relief!

Well, the epidural started to kick in and it was the strangest sensation, half of my body felt the pain, the other half felt nothing. pretty soon my whole body went pretty numb. This was pretty nice, I thought.  Then the doctor checked me and said it was time to push....do what? you want me to push? How am I going to do that, I feel nothing. I now understood the drawbacks to this "wonderful" epidural. Up until now the birthing process has not been in my opinion very gross. Well, it took a horribly embarrassingly gross turn for the worse. Most women are concerned about pooping while pushing. Well, I was told to push and my baby was very high. I pushed and nothing came out but poop. I was so mortified. Then I saw my doctor had NO REACTION whatsoever. So I thought, OK, this is OK, he's being very professional about this. It happened several more times but,I was not as embarrassed. My hubby didn't even say anything. I was grossed out enough for the both of us. I finally start to feel the baby start to come down, I had something to push against, the more I could feel the baby the more I pushed. And at 11:56(57or 58) Scotty was born. He weighed 9lbs and 0.3 oz, my biggest baby. Odd thing was, I didn't tear!

When I saw him, I cried. I was so overwhelmed by this little bitty thing. They wiped him of and gave him to me, naked and writhing.  My hubby was emotional as well.  It's such a motherly feeling to hold a new born skin-to-skin.  I only wished I could have had a moment like that with my daughter I had given birth to 4 years and 8 months before him.

[cassondrathomas]

Feb. 27, 2009 at 12:48 PM

auh i love to hear birth stories