(Baby) Girl On a Bike's Birth Story
Feb 27, 2018 7:35:14 GMT -6
Post by girlonabike on Feb 27, 2018 7:35:14 GMT -6
Hi!
So I was all set for induction at 42 weeks on 5am Sunday. Starting in the early afternoon on Saturday, the contractions I had been feeling started getting pretty regular and were more intense (but not painful). I timed them, and they were 15 minutes apart, almost on the dot. But I didn't have any other signs of labor, so I didn't expect much.
Then that evening, I noticed that I had some bloody show. My contractions got more uncomfortable and closer together at about 10 minutes. Still not enough to get excited about. I took a bath, and my midwife called me to check in with me to make sure i was ready for the induction. I told her about my labor symptoms and she said since labor & delivery was pretty much empty anyway, I could always come in and they could check me (I was already 5cm dilated at the previous check a few days prior). Since I was coming in for an induction anyway, they wouldn't send me away. I told her I was gonna give it a few more hours to see what happened.
At just about midnight, I was watching tv and felt a "POP". I figured I probably ruptured a membrane but not enough to actually break my waters. About 10 minutes later, I felt a very painful contraction. I was in the middle of watching the season finale of a show, and didn't want to miss it so I ignored the contraction. Then about 5 minutes later another one hit. And another. Crap. I called the midwife to let her know we'd be coming in after all and went to wake up my husband.
The drive to the hospital was a bit painful. When we arrived, they took me back to triage to check me. Still only 5cm, but they were going to admit me anyway because of the induction. In the meantime, the contractions had intensified to almost unbearable and I started vomiting. They brought us to our room, where it was another painful eternity of waiting. Before I could get my epidural, they had to get me set up with the IV, get a bag of fluid in me & wait for the midwife to authorize the order. It felt like forever, but sure enough the Magic Man arrived. The nurse that was taking care of me was also pregnant and had delivered at the hospital before, so she knew which anesthesiologist to call. This dude was not kidding around. He had me set up in less than 10 minutes, and I didn't feel anything below the waist for the next 12 hours. I then settled in. It was about 2am by this time.
At 6am, the midwife came in to check me and I was fully dilated. The baby still needed to come down a bit though. They repositioned me (since I couldn't move) and she re-checked me at 8am. Good to go! She had me to do a practice push and it was (apparently) successful because she called everyone into the room. I didn't feel a damn thing though. Once everything was set up and ready to go, they grabbed my legs and told me to push. One push and her head was out (or so they told me). 3 more pushes and she was out! I still wasn't feeling anything, but all of sudden there was a baby! Emma Rose was born at 9:01am, 8lbs 10oz, 21 inches. I had some minimal tearing, so the midwife stitched me up. I still didn't feel a thing.
We're all home now, healthy & happy. Big Brother wasn't thrilled at first meeting, but has since softened and gotten curious about the mysterious baby that suddenly showed up.
Now to figure out if I can post a pic...
So I was all set for induction at 42 weeks on 5am Sunday. Starting in the early afternoon on Saturday, the contractions I had been feeling started getting pretty regular and were more intense (but not painful). I timed them, and they were 15 minutes apart, almost on the dot. But I didn't have any other signs of labor, so I didn't expect much.
Then that evening, I noticed that I had some bloody show. My contractions got more uncomfortable and closer together at about 10 minutes. Still not enough to get excited about. I took a bath, and my midwife called me to check in with me to make sure i was ready for the induction. I told her about my labor symptoms and she said since labor & delivery was pretty much empty anyway, I could always come in and they could check me (I was already 5cm dilated at the previous check a few days prior). Since I was coming in for an induction anyway, they wouldn't send me away. I told her I was gonna give it a few more hours to see what happened.
At just about midnight, I was watching tv and felt a "POP". I figured I probably ruptured a membrane but not enough to actually break my waters. About 10 minutes later, I felt a very painful contraction. I was in the middle of watching the season finale of a show, and didn't want to miss it so I ignored the contraction. Then about 5 minutes later another one hit. And another. Crap. I called the midwife to let her know we'd be coming in after all and went to wake up my husband.
The drive to the hospital was a bit painful. When we arrived, they took me back to triage to check me. Still only 5cm, but they were going to admit me anyway because of the induction. In the meantime, the contractions had intensified to almost unbearable and I started vomiting. They brought us to our room, where it was another painful eternity of waiting. Before I could get my epidural, they had to get me set up with the IV, get a bag of fluid in me & wait for the midwife to authorize the order. It felt like forever, but sure enough the Magic Man arrived. The nurse that was taking care of me was also pregnant and had delivered at the hospital before, so she knew which anesthesiologist to call. This dude was not kidding around. He had me set up in less than 10 minutes, and I didn't feel anything below the waist for the next 12 hours. I then settled in. It was about 2am by this time.
At 6am, the midwife came in to check me and I was fully dilated. The baby still needed to come down a bit though. They repositioned me (since I couldn't move) and she re-checked me at 8am. Good to go! She had me to do a practice push and it was (apparently) successful because she called everyone into the room. I didn't feel a damn thing though. Once everything was set up and ready to go, they grabbed my legs and told me to push. One push and her head was out (or so they told me). 3 more pushes and she was out! I still wasn't feeling anything, but all of sudden there was a baby! Emma Rose was born at 9:01am, 8lbs 10oz, 21 inches. I had some minimal tearing, so the midwife stitched me up. I still didn't feel a thing.
We're all home now, healthy & happy. Big Brother wasn't thrilled at first meeting, but has since softened and gotten curious about the mysterious baby that suddenly showed up.
Now to figure out if I can post a pic...
