Okay, quick, while the baby naps...
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Here it is, the oft-requested birth story. I actually wrote this draft about a month ago, I've been wanting to tweak it and add to it ever since, but time has not yet allowed, so here we go, and maybe I'll get some changes made soon...?
I was getting ready to go to bed Saturday night. I think I decided to make sure my cell phone was turned off at about 11:25, so I went downstairs and bent down to get it out of my purse, and that's when I felt the gush of the water breaking. I called the hospital and they said to come in, so we gathered our stuff and took off. Checked in at 12:04 am Sunday. They confirmed that my water had broken, put me in a room, and the contractions started in earnest by 1:00, I think. Time seemed to go pretty fast. Suddenly it was 2:00 and I said to Eric "can you believe we've been here two hours already?" Guess it wasn't the same for him because he said yeah, he kinda could.
The doctor came in and talked to us briefly but she had 2 c-sections to do. She said that because the water had broken they didn't want to do a lot of manual exams. I told her I was okay with that; she left and came back at 5:00 and did the first manual exam. I was pretty ticked to find out I was only 4 cm dilated by that time. I had told Eric at about 3:30 that the baby would come in the morning. His parents' flight was due to land at 10:50 am. I said "she won't be here before the sun comes up, but she'll be here before your parents land."; When the doctor told me I was 4cm, I asked her how much longer, and she said 6 cm. Ha ha. Then she said, "could be 8 hours, could be 12, could be all day." I didn't see any point in listening to her, she obviously didn't know.
I started laboring hard after that, and I lost track of time and just about everything except the contractions. I'd been doing a lot of vomiting, too, and was becoming dehydrated. Nurses kept coming in to try to put a heparin lock in, but my veins kept collapsing. I was getting through the contractions pretty well by that time, though. They finally had a specialist come put a line in a big vein, and they put me on a saline drip. Then I think I threw up some more.
Transition was hard, but I was managing. It really freaked out Eric, though, between the throwing up and the shivers I was getting during transition -- nothing had prepared us for those things. Like I said, I was coping fine, but he was feeling kinda scared and helpless. He's described it several times since as "watching my wife being tortured." Honestly, I think the hardest part for me was between 4-8 cm. The 8-10cm transition was rough, and my contractions were having multiple peaks, but I started talking to the baby, asking her to make them easier, and they got easier. The thing that really surprised me was when the contractions got so strong that it felt like the baby was pushing herself out. The nurse asked me if I was pushing (it was too soon, so I shouldn't) and I said "I'm not pushing, she is." The dr. and nurse seemed to accept that. Then they had to teach me the breathing for getting through those contractions until I could push.
Maggie came out alert and hollering, and the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I never imagined I could be so in love with someone so gucky, but there we were, me bawling and her screaming and Eric gleeful and trying to take pictures and the doctor and nurse were pretty excited too and talking about how much they enjoyed drug-free deliveries because they present a different set of challenges than the usual deliveries. There had been a shift change a few hours before, so I was working with a different doctor than the first one. I was really happy to have this doctor "catch" the baby.
I'm kinda ticked that I spent so much of my life dreading childbirth; it really wasn't that bad. And at the end when I held her it so worth all of it. Nine days later here I am still in a near-constant state of amazement at it all. But I'm already losing track of the details, and there's so much about it all that I want to remember. I really need to get more written down soon, before it disappears into the routine and new demands of parenthood.
I was getting ready to go to bed Saturday night. I think I decided to make sure my cell phone was turned off at about 11:25, so I went downstairs and bent down to get it out of my purse, and that's when I felt the gush of the water breaking. I called the hospital and they said to come in, so we gathered our stuff and took off. Checked in at 12:04 am Sunday. They confirmed that my water had broken, put me in a room, and the contractions started in earnest by 1:00, I think. Time seemed to go pretty fast. Suddenly it was 2:00 and I said to Eric "can you believe we've been here two hours already?" Guess it wasn't the same for him because he said yeah, he kinda could.
The doctor came in and talked to us briefly but she had 2 c-sections to do. She said that because the water had broken they didn't want to do a lot of manual exams. I told her I was okay with that; she left and came back at 5:00 and did the first manual exam. I was pretty ticked to find out I was only 4 cm dilated by that time. I had told Eric at about 3:30 that the baby would come in the morning. His parents' flight was due to land at 10:50 am. I said "she won't be here before the sun comes up, but she'll be here before your parents land."; When the doctor told me I was 4cm, I asked her how much longer, and she said 6 cm. Ha ha. Then she said, "could be 8 hours, could be 12, could be all day." I didn't see any point in listening to her, she obviously didn't know.
I started laboring hard after that, and I lost track of time and just about everything except the contractions. I'd been doing a lot of vomiting, too, and was becoming dehydrated. Nurses kept coming in to try to put a heparin lock in, but my veins kept collapsing. I was getting through the contractions pretty well by that time, though. They finally had a specialist come put a line in a big vein, and they put me on a saline drip. Then I think I threw up some more.
Transition was hard, but I was managing. It really freaked out Eric, though, between the throwing up and the shivers I was getting during transition -- nothing had prepared us for those things. Like I said, I was coping fine, but he was feeling kinda scared and helpless. He's described it several times since as "watching my wife being tortured." Honestly, I think the hardest part for me was between 4-8 cm. The 8-10cm transition was rough, and my contractions were having multiple peaks, but I started talking to the baby, asking her to make them easier, and they got easier. The thing that really surprised me was when the contractions got so strong that it felt like the baby was pushing herself out. The nurse asked me if I was pushing (it was too soon, so I shouldn't) and I said "I'm not pushing, she is." The dr. and nurse seemed to accept that. Then they had to teach me the breathing for getting through those contractions until I could push.
Maggie came out alert and hollering, and the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I never imagined I could be so in love with someone so gucky, but there we were, me bawling and her screaming and Eric gleeful and trying to take pictures and the doctor and nurse were pretty excited too and talking about how much they enjoyed drug-free deliveries because they present a different set of challenges than the usual deliveries. There had been a shift change a few hours before, so I was working with a different doctor than the first one. I was really happy to have this doctor "catch" the baby.
I'm kinda ticked that I spent so much of my life dreading childbirth; it really wasn't that bad. And at the end when I held her it so worth all of it. Nine days later here I am still in a near-constant state of amazement at it all. But I'm already losing track of the details, and there's so much about it all that I want to remember. I really need to get more written down soon, before it disappears into the routine and new demands of parenthood.
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Date: 2004-09-29 03:20 pm (UTC)It never occurred to me that the shivering was from the iv. Hmm....
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Date: 2004-09-30 09:13 am (UTC)