In light of my pregnancy, I'm sharing a birth story every week until I deliver. At that point, I will have a new story of my own to share!
This week's story is from Charity from www.gigglesandgrimaces.blogspot.com Enjoy!
Here is my version of Patrice's birth story. I say my version because parts of it are a blur. And for all I know, the parts I think are clear, may have happened a little different than I perceived them.
Really her story begins with an e-mail I received Friday morning about 2 am. My grandfather passed away Thursday night about 11:30.
But, I did not get to sleep after getting that e-mail. I was kept up by my whirling thoughts and some random contractions. Then later that morning I talked to my mom and my other grandfather had a minor heart attack on Thursday as well.
I was not having any major contractions by the time hubby got up for work, so I told him to go ahead and we planned for him to meet us at the midwife office. Thankfully I was able to get ahold of him when the office called to have us come in earlier. So the whole family tromps in for our appointment.
They hooked me up to a non-stress test.
Then they finished the NST.
My midwife came in and looked the printout over. There were a few drops in heart rate that she found concerning.
She explained how those dips could be an indicator that my amniotic fluid level was low. Fluid levels can be measured by ultrasound so she went and got the scanner. First we got GOOD news, baby was still head down and in perfect position for delivery. I was thrilled. I mean, thrilled. Then the news got a little dicey. She found a few pockets of fluid, but got just barely 5 when she measured, and that was the cutoff for needing to deliver a baby. When the fluid levels get too low, it is possible for the baby to crush their cord. So we talked about possibly needing an induction.
I was very set on natural childbirth if at all possible, so I was not thrilled with the thought of induction. I was bummed when she checked my cervix and it was only at 1 cm and 70% effaced, the same as the week before. So no membrane sweeping to see if that would move things along.
From there, she sent us to the hospital to get a more thorough scan to see if they could find more fluid and another NST. The bright spot in all this was my midwife was on duty for deliveries that night. And I wanted her there more than anything for this baby.
First, we made plans for the girls to stay with a friend while we went to the hospital, grabbed some lunch, I drank a ton of fluids and we headed off to the hospital. We had to wait a long time for the scan, but the results came back quick, they got about 6 for a fluid level, still pretty low for that point inpregnancy. My midwife, hubby and I talked again about how that could mean the placenta was starting to break down and/or may not be functioning properly.
They got me in a room. Hubby left to take the girls to a friends house where they had stayed the night previously.
My midwife checked me and found I was already 3 cm.
She gave me some medication for the induction and told me to lay down for an hour and hooked me up to the monitors for two hours.
Hubby arrived shortly after and the contractions were already really strong. I only laid down for about 40 minutes and then had to get out of the bed to survive each one. Baby's heartrate dipped a bit, so they added 20 minutes to the monitoring time. I can not even tell you how I hated that extra time. I just wanted to be able to walk around.
Hubby and I started our rhythm of counting each contraction.
I must say these contractions were much more overwhelming than Sue or even Caitlyn's birth had been.
With my two previous births, I was proud to say I never yelled at anyone. I can no longer say that. I was yelling at hubby and at my midwife. I kept yelling at hubby, "this hurts, no really, you don't understand, this really hurts!!!" And at one point, he didn't start counting soon enough and I yelled "Count you Idiot!" Now mind you, I do NOT think my hubby is an idiot, I think he is rather brilliant, but right then...
And I was begging for someone to help me with the pain.
I have never been so thankful to be surrounded by two people who knew my desire for unmedicated birth and helped me to stick with that. I must admit there was a point that if someone would have said, do you want the epidural, I would have said yes, even though I did not want it. Not really even at that moment.
By that time I was at about 7 and progressing rapidly. It was good to hear her say that I was at transition, which is the hardest, but quickest part of labor. They started to give me a non-narcotic medication in the IV, but the baby's heartrate dropped, and they had to stop. I got a little and it was enough.
The next thing I knew, I heard someone saying, "Get me an OR (operating room), get the OR opened now." I vaguely remember thinking, well how is that going to work, I'm not drugged and then it was time for more contractions. Then there was talk of a vaccuum (extraction) but that faded away. And then I heard, "push Charity, just push, don't wait for a contraction, push now." And me thinking, I am pushing, what do you think I am doing here??? And then, "push for your baby, push NOW!" And from somewhere I pushed more. And out the baby came. The cord was wrapped around the neck and my baby was blue.
My midwife cut the cord, tied it off and handed my baby off to the waiting team. And Praise the Lord, by the time they got my baby half way to the warming table, she was screaming her head off and nice and pink!!!
Miss Patrice was soon handed over to daddy and she was ours. Our third daughter was here, safe and sound.