On 12/21 at 11:30 am I had a midwife appointment. I was 8 days overdue. My midwife talked to me about the risks of staying pregnant. She let me know that everyday I go over I have a higher risk for a stillborn birth, because the placenta stops working. Also the baby can gain a pound a week, and so I could have a really big baby if I continued to wait. She didn't pressure me one way or another, but she let me know that if she didn't break my water that day that she wanted me to come in on the 22nd to get started. If I would have fought her she would have let me wait it out, but I really didn't want a Christmas baby, or to be in the hospital on Christmas. So I agreed to have my water broken.
The midwife striped my membrains before sending me to the hospital. She told me it would take a while for me to get checked in and such, and that if I could get contractions going on my own it would be better. I was already dilated to a 4.
We went up to the hospital where they questioned me and I waited until the midwife got to the hospital. She broke my water around 2:45 pm, and told me that it would take 3-5 hours before labor actually started. If I didn't go into labor on my own by 5 hours she would put me on pit.
Basically I walked around the hospital for about 5 hours, every hour I had to get hooked up to the monitor so it could say I was having contractions every 10 minutes. Nothing was really happening...except that I was starving, and tired, and grouchy!
When I would walk around the hospital I would have 1 minute contractions every 4 minutes, but the second I sat down, they stopped.
Finally, I started getting kinda regular contractions so at 7 they checked me again and I was to a five. By nine I was at a six. This was going way more slowly than I had hoped. I was doing great breathing through contractions. In fact they were not that painful. I didn't have back labor at all, so it was a completely different experience than I had with Drake. I felt controlled and great actually. I got in and out of the tub a lot during that two hours. Every hour I still had to be monitored. I also enjoyed the birth ball. I felt in control.
Around 9 when I was at a six, I decided that they should call the midwife because my contractions were getting harder. She was a great help. She taught Kade some counter pressure and he was a very helpful coach. I let him help me this time around and I felt like I was really nice, and not at all grouchy toward anyone.
This is kinda random, but it was what made me so angry. There was another one of my midwifes patients in the room next door. She was 9 days overdue and was scheduled to get started the following morning. She came in when I was at a six and stayed neck in neck with me except that she had her baby an hour earlier at 12:05. I was so upset that she came in and had her baby in 3 hours, and I had been there all day! I was tired and been there for hours and she came in and popped it right out!
Around 11:30 I started to get discouraged. I got an IV medication to help me calm down. By 12am I was dilated to an 8 and was in super hard labor. It was way painful and I knew I couldn't go much longer. I was complaining about not being able to go on. I kept saying "I can't do this", "make it stop", things like that. My midwife promised me I was almost done. I was tired and irritable and past the point of no return. I wanted to give up. I told my midwife that I think I should just have an epidural, she asked me if that's what I really wanted, I told her no...she just smiled.
The midwife kept telling me I was going to be able to push soon. at 12:45 the midwife promised me I only had 30 minutes to go. I didn't believe her. I was only at an eight, I had no urge to push, my contractions where 4 mins apart, and I was worried I would be stuck with this pain forever. At this point I was in bed, refusing to go on the birth ball, or in the tub, because I just was to tired to move.
Time passed, more terrible contractions. I then told my husband and midwife I had to go to the bathroom. I hadn't had the uge to push yet, and my contractions were still 4-5 min apart. I tried to go to the bathroom but I couldn’t and I started to contract so I stood up and grabbed on to the toilet bar thing and bent my knees squatting in a position trying to make the contraction less painful.
All of a sudden I needed to push. I told my husband who was standing next to me that I could feel the baby, my midwife was encouraging me to push, but I could feel my little girls head. I said, I am going to have this baby on the bathroom floor, I'm going to drop her on her head. My husband said it was sooo cool all of a sudden a baby's head emerged. So they grabbed some gloves and I was kinda in a squat position and I pushed a couple of times and she was born. 1:06 am. …I cant believe I had her in the bathroom. There was blood and mess everywhere. My husband said it looked like carnage, I was so shaky I thought I was going to fall to the ground. I kept a hold of the bathroom bar and turned my head to see my husband cut the umbilical cord. She was white and wouldn't cry very loud so I was so worried...then she let out a cry and I was excited. Then I had them haul me back to bed because otherwise I would have dropped to the ground. She was 8#110z 21 inches long a big baby. I was surprised she was bigger than Drake.
The afterbirth was painful, and I was glad when I was done with that. They didn't have to stitch me up! That has been awesome. I can sit normally!
A long story, with an exciting ending. I still can't get it out of my head that I had her in the bathroom. It was unexpected and I had the baby 20 minutes later instead of 30 like my midwife promised me.
I loved my midwife and will definitely use her again, or recommend her to anyone. She is willing to do it your way if she can make it happen.
I love Addyson, she is a doll, and loves to eat. If she is awake she is eating. She wanted to eat right after she was born. Which made nursing super easy with her because she actually wanted to eat instead of sleep all the time. When we went into her 5 day check up she weighed 9# 4 oz. When we left the hospital on the 23rd she was 8# 7oz so she almost gained a whole pound in a few days...that is how much she loves to eat.
I am excited to be Addyson's mom and get to know her and take care of her. Sorry this was so long...didn't want to forget anything.
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