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Labour, Part 2

10 Feb

So, at 9 am I was 7 cm dilated. I was on epidural, but I could hardly sleep. For one thing, I was hanging on to the sound of my baby’s heartbeat. Is it too slow? Is it too fast? Is my baby in distress?

Every hour or so someone would come in to check my blood pressure. My temperature. Baby’s vital science. Make me move, change the pose if the baby falls asleep (how could he ever “fall asleep” being squeezed inside me every minute for one minute, is a mystery to me). At one point, the baby’s heart rate got way too high – over 200 a minute. They made me move, they administered drugs…

About every 2 hours or so they would check my dilation, but after that euphoric “7 cm at 9 am”, things stopped progressing. They would shove their fingers inside me, and I would feel them stretching me, touching the baby’s head (he would respond by moving around), looking concerned. On the one hand, one side of my cervix wasn’t opening the way the rest of it did. It was asymmetrical. On the other, there just was no progress. 9 am – 7 cm. 11 am – 8 cm (they like to see 1 cm per minute). 1 pm – still 8 cm. The contractions kept coming 4-5 times in a 10-minute interval.

And that’s when things started to get really blurry for me. You know what happened? A very sharp pain started building up in my right hip. As if a dozen knives were being slowly driven in my hip, turned around their axes, released, and then driven in again. Remember, I was on the epidural!!! It wasn’t as painful as contractions, but close to it. And, unlike contractions, the pain never went away completely, it just stayed there. It was getting worse and worse. By 3 pm I was moaning and cringing and wailing again. There was nothing they could do to help with the pain and they couldn’t figure out the reason. And my dilation was still at 8 cm (and still asymmetrical).

So we had a talk and decided that it’s been long enough. Long enough for the pain, long enough for the overall labour experience (almost 24 hours since it started), and it was time, unfortunately, to move on to c-section. If it weren’t for the pain, we could have waited a bit longer, hoping for the contractions to pick up, but at that point – I couldn’t. I kind of hated myself, my weakness, but it just was too much stress, worry for the baby’s well-being – and waay too much pain.

So they went away to prep the OR. I stayed waiting for the super-epidural for the OR (the fact that no needlework was required – just changing the IV bags for the stronger stuff, only made me more impatient to get it, but they couldn’t do it in my room).

Finally they wheeled me down the corridor, sent my hubby scrubbing, wheeled me inside, made me move on my own to the operating table from my bed (I started wailing for real in pain), lay back (that was even worse for my pain) and started fixating me on the operating table, setting up the division so that my germs won’t reach the operating site, administering the new drug (almost instantaneous release of pain!). Then they let my hubby in, and he sat by my head. I was on my back, with my arms stretched both ways (like the letter T), with IV lines and monitors attached, shaking uncontrollably from the anesthetics, exhaustion, stress, and whatever else…

Did I mention my water had quite a bit of meconium when they broke it? I was worried about that, too. About the baby. About his well-being. It occurred to me then and there that the fact that I am about to have a “major surgery” as all the books call c-section, was the last of my worries. If it even were a worry.

And then I heard someone saying “oh my god, he’s a BIG boy” – and right away I heard him cry. I turned my head and saw them putting him on the table to wipe and get checked. He WAS big. So big he wasn’t even red or purple the way most newborns are. And seconds later I found out he was… 4.5 kilo!!! (that’s one ounce short of 10 pounds in case you’re wondering) and 54 cm long.

I was crying with relief, happiness that the baby is fine – and with the knowledge that we made the right decision. That I wasn’t weak or impatient or egoistic thinking only about myself, agreeing to have a c-section. I just plain COULDN’T give this baby the natural birth he deserved. He would’ve never passed through my pelvis. The hip pain was most likely his head trying to break through my pelvis. Literally break.

When they gave him to my hubby, I saw that he had a deep red angry wedge on his forehead – where he got stuck in my pelvis. And a swelling between his eyebrows – where the skin from the squished forehead sort of got “permanently” wrinkled (it’s back to normal now). The top of his head already became a “cone head” – where he descended and got stuck in the birth canal.

But overall, he was beautiful and healthy.

Everyone kept questioning my pregnancy, whether I had gestational diabetes – why would a normally-built me have such a huge baby? – and I was getting frustrated. Wasn’t I telling all along that big babies run in my family? That I was 9.7, my dad was 10, my nephew was 9? Didn’t I share my concerns with my OB at around 36 weeks about not being able to deliver my baby? And then about going over 40 weeks and having to deal with meconium? Wasn’t I right on both accounts? No, I had no diabetes, no issues!

They spent the whole first 24 hours of his life drawing blood from his heels (poor thing, it hurt him!) to make sure HE is not diabetic…

But these are really my thoughts and feelings now. At the time I was crying with relief. They gave the baby to my hubby, finished sewing me up, and wheeled us to some room while our private room was getting ready.

My hubby was sitting in a chair next to me, holding our baby, I was trying to stay awake, the nurses kept poking and checking and cleaning me. And then I requested the skin-to-skin and they gave me my previous baby.

I felt so calm and serene and… whole. He took the breast right away with a perfectly wide-open mouth. Perfect latch, I was told. Big, strong baby.

Many women talk about euphoria, adrenalin, instant bonding… Maybe I am different. Maybe the c-section made it different. I didn’t feel any of this. But I felt accomplished. Calm. Happy. And the bonding? It grows with every passing minute.

I’ll tell you about his first days later. I think he’s about to request a feeding, so I better stop in this logical place and continue my story at some later point.

Again – thank you all so much for you support. Receiving your comments meant a lot to me. It meanS a lot to me.

I’ll just finish by saying that we’re all home now. The new chapter of our lives has started!

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in l&d!

7 Feb

Went yesterday for my 40w1d appointment. My ob told me the baby is not engaged any longer and the plan is to have a nonstress test on Wednesday, ultrasound on Friday, yet another appointment next Monday, and a scheduled induction NEXT WEDNESDAY – at 41w3d!!! Yikes!

She did a cervix check in a pretty brutal. Fashion and on my way home I started having pretty intense mensrual cramps. That was at about 3:30 pm.

They felt sort of short to me, but they were pretty close apart from the getgo, like every 4-5 minutes. I started pooping all the time and some slime with dark blood clots made the appearance. By the time my hubby got home, the contractions became so painful I couldn’t. Sit or stand or lay still. We called his friend who is a family doctor and he said it looks like I am in labour.

So we went to the hoepital (the car rude was horr) and after attaching me to monitors and checking my cervix, they announced I was 50% effaced and 2 cm dilated. Which is not enough to get admitted. Thankfully, they allowed me to stay in the assessment room. The contraction were really bad, coming every 2-3 mknutes, I couldn’t. Walk so they gave me a yoga ball. I was yeling soon. In 2 hours they reassessed me and admitted, although I was 34 cm dilated. I asked for the epidural and they told me the anasthesiologist is in a c-section. That was around 11 pm.

The pains were getting horrible. I never even imagined I can produce the animal. Sounds I did. I was hanging on to my hubby for dewr life, in tears. It felt like someone install a pine cone in my rectum and was inflating it.

The dictor tried to break my ware, but I couldn’t let him do it, it hurt so much.

Finally around 1 am the anasthesiologist arrived. Sitting still while going through a contrwction was incredibly hard. Hut then, 15 minutes later, the pains stopped.

The broke my water aroun 2 am, inserted the catheter (didn’t feel a thibg), and then they kept checking on me every 1-1.5 hours.

As og 9 am, I am 7 cm dilated and fully effaced and the baby is in the birth canal. Hopefully, he’ll be born today.

I am exhausted. I snoozed a few times, but couldn’t really sleep, listening intently to the baby’s heartbeat.

Epidural is a god-sent miracle. My left leg is deeply asleep, my back hurts from the uncomfy poses, I am incredibly hungru… but compaed to yesterdays 7 hours worth of contractions – it’s nothing.

Soery for typos. I am on my phone. Will keep you updated.

Early and Natural or On-Time/Late and C-Section?

21 Jan

I still cannot comment on blogspot. Correction: only on captcha-protected blogs. I have no idea what the problem is, but it just won’t let me publish, which is extremely frustrating. Things are happening – people are reaching their EDDs, people are re-looking their life attitudes and need supports, etc., etc. – and I cannot say a word to them. ARGH!

Hopefully this will go away soon.

As to me, I need to talk to my OB. If we find out that the baby is really, really big during my Tuesday ultrasound, what is best for the baby? Get me induced and get him delivered earlier (but vaginally) or let him be and deliver him whenever he’s ready – which probably will be through a c-section due to his size?

Well, perhaps I am getting worried too early – maybe the ultrasound will show that he’s not all that big. Maybe. But what if? What’s better for him? Safer?

Figuring Out Contractions

14 Jan

I am feeling lower back and lower abdomen pains. And I feel like I need to poop (which I did, but still feel like I need to). The pains are completely irregular and ease off when I sit back with a pillow under my lower back, so even if these are contractions, they probably are false ones.

Let’s see how it goes. No other signs of labour. I will be 37 weeks tomorrow, plus my OB told me on Monday that the baby has reached the full-term size, so if he decides to get born, no one will try to stop him.

I honestly doubt I am in labour. But having these pains makes me realise just how close I am. That, really, any time now might be THE time. I feel confused.

Braxton Hicks? Dropping?

29 Dec

Less than 40 days to go! 38, in fact. Woah!

I wonder what does it feel when the baby drops? I tried googling this question, but all I could find was forum threads and blog posts. The know-it-all websites like baby center and such are all mysteriously quiet on the subject.

The reason I am wondering is that I have more pressure down below – partially at the front of my belly (especially keen when I stand up after having been seated for a while) and in the rectal area. I am waddling even more and feel much more discomfort in the hip area.

I cannot tell whether the belly looks any lower, though. It doesn’t seem so. But the pressure has definitely increased!

I am 34.5 weeks – so this feels a bit premature (we were told dropping happens 2-4 weeks prior to labour in first time mothers). However, I got a big baby… might he already be ready to get out??

I also think that I am, in fact getting the BH contractions. I thought I am not, but yesterday I placed a hand on my belly and thought: what on earth is THAT?! – so big the hard part of the baby seemed (his bum is much, much smaller). But then I started palpating the belly, trying to investigate what’s going on there and realized the whole uterus was rock-hard. Just as they described it in the prenatal classes. I simply didn’t feel any tightening or anything else of the sort.

Was this a BH contraction? I don’t know. Probably yes – why else would my whole belly go rock-hard? So my uterus has started its training for the Big Day.

That, plus the baby being head down for a while now… who knows when the kid might decide to arrive!

Hmmm. I should go look at myself in the mirror more thoroughly, trying to decide whether the dropping has occurred. Too bad I don’t take weekly belly pics – the last pic I have is 4 weeks old. Cannot credibly compare…

50 Days to Go – Yikes!

17 Dec

Yikes! Only 50 days! *looking at the long to-do and to-buy lists*

I am starting to worry. Not about the pains of labour, though. Two things worry me the most: will the baby be healthy? Will he be okay? Won’t he have any mental or physical illnesses?

Another thing that worries me – to a much lesser extent – is after-labour pains, discomforts, etc.

Somehow the labour itself still doesn’t quite captivate my attention, imagination and fears. I see it as “well, there will be a very painful day, but it’ll be just one day, I can live through that”.

While the past-labour bloody discharge, the burning of peeing, the pains of stitches (perineal or c-section), the engorgement, etc. – that’s what worries me. Will I be strong or will I break down into hysterics and tears and self-pitying?

Pre-labour worries me less, but there are questions. Like whether I should start placing a waterproof pad in bed – just in case my water breaks down in the middle of the night? I want to protect the mattress 😉

I also wonder if no Braxton-Hicks means anything? Aren’t they supposed to “train” your uterus for the real labour? And why doesn’t my uterus exercise? Is it a sign that I won’t go in labour just like my sis – who didn’t have contractions even after the administration of oxytocin?

In short, I am starting to worry as it gets closer…

Packing the L&D Bag

7 Dec

At the prenatal classes, they told us our bags should be packed my 32 weeks – which we will reach on Sunday. I did some research, asked around, and here’s the list of what it looks like I should be bringing with me:

FOR ME:

  1. insurance cards (government/private)
  2. tooth brush
  3. toothpaste
  4. hair brush
  5. deodorant
  6. laptop?
  7. book
  8. crocs (or other rubber shoes… easier to clean, if needed!)
  9. warm socks (epidural might cause severe feelings of being cold)
  10. nursing bra
  11. huge pads
  12. nursing bra pads
  13. some liquid snacks like yogurt
  14. nipple cream
  15. night gown/pj’s? Not sure, they say the one that hospital provides is good enough
  16. breast pump?
  17. I assume I won’t need change clothes… I can go home wearing the same ones?
  18. phone
  19. disposable panties? or cotton panties with a high waist In case of c-section)
  20. hair band (you feel sooo hot while in labour)
  21. lip balm (the intense breathing cracks your lips)
  22. eye patch and ear plugs (hoping for a bit of a snooze while the epidural is in)
  23. squeeze bottle (a stream of warm water eases off the pain of peeing)

FOR HUBBY:

  1. some snacks
  2. book
  3. tooth brush
  4. toothpaste
  5. photocamera
  6. spare batteries!!!
  7. spare memory card!!!
  8. slippers
  9. extra clothes
  10. cash
  11. blanket and pillow?

FOR BABY:

  1. car seat
  2. diapers (15?)
  3. wet wipes
  4. bum cream
  5. 2-3 receiving blankets
  6. 3 changes of clothes
  7. winter thingy for outings
  8. warm hat
  9. indoors hat
  10. mitts?
  11. pacifier? (they said it’s bad if you plan to breastfeed)
  12. bottle? (ditto)