Nugget’s Birth Story At Last!

 

Ok, so here is the first half of my birth story, for anyone interested in the happenings involved in Nuggets entry into the world!

Here we go!

July 18th, Day

I spent the day with my husband and mother in law. She did an amazing job helping me get the house all cleaned up and ready for when we came home from the hospital. I was really in pain a lot and couldn’t do much so her help was priceless. She’s awesome.

I was also really nervous. I had no idea what to expect and to be honest I was depressed. Things were happening so much differently than I had anticipated and I was just scared. I’ll talk about this more later because it really did leave a lasting layer of emotion to things that I wasn’t ready for.

I laid on the couch with my hand on my stomach trying to soak in every movement from the baby. I knew that these would be the last ones I would be able to relish and for some reason it made me so upset. (ugh crying as I write this, I guess the emotions are still there)

The good thing is that our bags were all packed and we were ready when it became time to make the trip to the hospital. I almost forgot to eat dinner and really could only stomach a little rice and vegetables with a single bite of chicken. I was just a ball of nerves. On the way to the hospital all I could do was bite my lip and try not to think too hard.

 6:30: We got to the hospital and I got checked in. I was in the same room I had gone to the night before (when I thought they may induce me early, ha!) and I didn’t like it. It just felt weird, but it was the room I was put into so I had to deal with it. I got changed into my “gorgeous” hospital gown and got into bed.

Since it’s taken me so long to write, timing gets fuzzy. But for the next few hours we sat around waiting to be seen by the Dr/Midwife (whoever they assigned to me I guess) and wondering when things would start. I do believe we watched a movie… or two. lol.

 Around 10 or so I believe the midwife shows up and we go over the “plan”.

First I was going to take an oral pill to soften my cervix. I was still only 1 cm and thick and nothing else would really work well if my cervix wasn’t ready. to be honest, this triggered a lot of my guilt. My body wasn’t ready and that means the baby wasn’t ready. And I was about to force the issue. It was overwhelming but I stuffed it down.

I was given the pill which I had to put in the side of my cheek and let it dissolve. It was sort of annoying because they said it would be gone in 10 minutes and half an hour later i could still feel it.

I was nervous and restless and I think we watched another movie before Baboo decided he would try to sleep.

I, of course, did not sleep well at all.

Oh! And they gave me an IV with fluids which just made me have to pee a lot and I was up every hour or so calling the nurse to do that. Fun times.

One note about my nurses, I had good ones for the most part. I’ll get onto my last nurse later, but I was scared I’d get the nurse from my emergency visit the night before. She said she’d be back around Friday (and as we know, baby was born on Friday) and she was a mess. Disheveled and kept forgetting things and she made me feel like nobody knew what they were doing. But I never saw her again, lol.

ANYWAY, so the IV was placed (hurt like a biatch) and I was up most of the night watching nothing on tv and listening to my dear husband snore. har har I was also having minor contractions for a while.

Thursday, July 19

So in the morning I was told I could take a shower (huzzah!) and they wrapped up my IV area to keep it from getting wet and I was given weird hospital toiletries (even though I had my own) and I showered. I also got breakfast (which was a godsend, I was starvin like marvin!) and waited for the midwife to come back.

Well she never did really. I got another pill for my cervix and the shifts changed and I saw a new midwife later that morning. I also had to get a new IV because the first one closed up when I showered. It was nice because they numbed the area first. I don’t know why they don’t ALWAYS do that! It didn’t hurt at all to get the second one put in.

When the midwife finally showed up, she checked my cervix and said that it had thinned out a lot but I was still only 1 cm. She said that she wanted to do this balloon thing where they inserted this catheter with a ballon that would go inside of my cervix and one that would be on the outside. They would inflate both balloons and give me pitocin to start contractions. The goal was that the pressure from the contractions would push on both balloons and push open my cervix.

This would take at least 12 hours.

TWELVE.

*blink*

It was around 1:00 PM at this point so it meant that they didn’t expect anything until ONE IN THE MORNING OF THE NEXT DAY.

argh!!!!

Did I mention my blood sugar was being tested every 4 hours (it increased to every 2 after the active contractions started) and I felt like a giant pin cushion lol.

anyway, my last meal was my lunch and I have to say that I didn’t eat again until almost lunch the next day!

They raised up the bed and put me into stir ups to put int he balloon. My butt was WAAAAAY up in the air just showing off my lady bits. It was awkward!!!! My husband watched it all. lol. I think he was amused.

It felt really weird and a little painful and once they started the pitocin I could feel a definite change. My contractions hurt a lot more. They were coming about every 10 minutes so I wasn’t in too much pain, but they hurt when they did come. I was getting HUGE off the chart contractions at some points and it was pretty rough.

I think we watched more movies. and project runway. lol.

I remember relishing each kick from the baby. I knew his time in my uterus was coming to an end. I could feel the sadness about it, and to be honest it’s hard to describe.

I just didn’t want my baby to feel anything bad, and he was sure to be confused and upset because HE WASN’T READY TO COME OUT YET.

 

Anyway!!!!

I think it was about 3 hours into that whole process that I gave up and got my epidural. I wanted to wait a little bit longer but the contractions were becoming really hard to take and closer together.

This is where things got hairy and I’m a bit upset about it all.

The epidural guy came in and Baboo got sent out. I sat with my head on one of those special chairs with a face cut out thingy so I could lean forward. This was my third epidural and I never got to use one of those before. It was nice. lol.

He hit a nerve while he was putting it in and my leg felt like it was being shocked. lol. It really didn’t hurt otherwise. I don’t quite get why people are scared of the needle, it’s not like you can see it going in, it’s in your back! Anyway…

It took about 15 minutes to place properly and they let my husband come back in.

then the epidural guy pushed the meds.

And things got really weird and sorta funky.

My blood pressure dropped reallhy low (I couldn’t see how low, but baboo told me it was bad and they were talking really fast and I couldn’t understand the medical words they were throwing around).

I could barely breathe and had to focus really hard on each breath I took. I was worried about the baby getting enough air so I put on the oxygen mask. It helped a little, but I had two nurses and the epidural guy staring at my stats (my bp was taken every 2 minutes for a while) until I stabilized.

A little later the epidural guy asked me how tall I was. When I said 5’2 he said “oooOOOoooo” as in “oh shit, I gave you too much medication”. He mumbled about the dosage being based on height and not weight and ran away saying “we’ll wait to give you the IV pump”

*blink*

When the nurses changed shifts they also went to whisper in the corner about me.

damn it.

Also, the baby had a big dip in his heart rate after I stabilized and they thought he was just laying on the chord. they monitored it really closely for about an hour and when it didn’t happen again they said all was ok.

I’ll make a note here that later as I got close to delivery his heart began to drop even worse during each contraction and my new nurse said it was normal. I would realize later it was a lot more serious than that and I’m sorta lucky that i didn’t get pulled in for an emergency c section.

ANYWAY, after a while the epidural was stable and I felt “ok”, but it was a lot different from the ones I had before. My contractions were massive and just really painful still. Probably not as bad as they would have been without the epidural, but REALLY bad nonetheless. I was able to push a button to “push” more of the epidural meds, but it really didn’t do much and wasn’t like the previous two I had experienced. I felt so much more than normal :S

I did get my catheter for my urine at this point, which was so nice. I never once felt the urge to pee, but peeing I was! lol. It was nice to not get up every two minutes to take care of that! It was just weird to fill up a jug of pee without realizing it. I remember i did NOT get a catheter when I had Jonathon (weird huh!)and the one i got with Jacob was put in wrong and I always felt like I had to pee. Bleh.

Moving on past the pee…

Baboo wanted to nap a little and I agreed at first. I laid there breathing through contractions and intense pressure for about 30 minutes. Then I told his ass to get up and sit with me becaues I was in pain.

I don’t think he was amused, but I don’t care. His job was to support me, not snore the time away!

Meanwhile, the night wore on and it was:

July 20th.

Around 1:30 AM the midwife FINALLY came to check my cervix.

I WAS 7-8 CMS!!!!!

She was pleased and said that in a few more hours she’d check again. She also broke my water. Baby had been REALLY active for hours up to this point. This is important later.

This was also the point where they started me on the Magnisium Sulfate. My nurse decided she woul drop the bomb on me that they were going to have to take the baby after delivery for 24 hours in the nursery while i sat in L&D on the magnesium. I think my heart broke into a million pieces. I would still get to feed him, but it would only be for a short time and they’d take him away again. I know that they have their policies, but this one didn’t make sense to me and they failed at really explaining it.

I asked why I couldn’t keep the baby because my husband was there to help me if I needed and they said no, they needed someone who could watch the baby at all times. *blink* HUH?!

Whatever. I started crying and for about 3 hours I was in a very bad mood. Of course my nurse changed shifts in the middle of this and I couldn’t get any answers. I did ask the midwife and she said the same thing. It just sucked. She did try to reassure me that sometimes they can put me into recovery at 12 hours instead of 24, but it would be up to the dr. on call.

it was seriously saddening. I didn’t want to miss the first day of my babies life because of stupid medication (it was to help with the blood pressure and to keep me from having seizures and such).

They said it could do a lot of weird things, but the only thing I experienced was extreme heat flashes. I was pouring sweat and had several cold packs. lol.

I knew that my epidural wasn’t working as well because I was feeling a lot of pain. I realized it was probably LESS pain than I would have felt, but now I’m not so sure.

At around 2:30 AM I knew something was happening.

A nurse checked me and said I was 9.

I wanted to push so bad, but she said not to.

Something inside of me told me to shine those bitches on.

I was told to do a long breath in and three “hee hee hee” breathes out ot stop from pushing during contractions.

I did this every 3 out of 4 contractions.

That 4th one?

I’d close my eyes and it was like i could visualize my baby moving down. My birth canal was throbbing and red and teh baby was like a hot orange ball (like a sun) moving down. I know that’s weird, but that’s what I saw when I closed mye eys.

He wanted to get a move on and I knew I had to let him. So I’d just not fight the urge and allow my body to push regardless. It was something like I had never experienced. It was very primal and natural and undeniable. I know it was “bad” of me since the nurses told me not to push, but I was watching my babies heart rate dipping so much and i knew it wasn’t good. I had to listen to my body. I don’t know why the nurses never said anything about the heart rate.

I think I got pretty vocal around this part. Baboo was telling me to breathe and holding my hand (which I was squeezing) and I was saying “I can’t hold it! I can’t do it!”… I’ve NEVER been that vocal in child birth. lol.

 

Around 3:00 I was done with all that waiting. i called those nurses and said “come check me NOW”… I couldn’t HOLD IT ANYMORE.

About 10 minutes and they came and said “oh my god, you are having this baby aren’t you”

DUH PEOPLE!!!!

yes, it did take another 10 minutes or so for that damn midwife to get into the room and a tthis point I was just done. they kept telling me not to push but I couldn’t help but push. That baby was not going to wait for me!

The midwife took one look at me and said “ok, push then”

I guess he was crowning.

and it took about 3 pushes and he was out.

i heard “oh we have a double chord, no a triple chord”

yeah my  little boy had the chord wrapped around his neck THREE TIMES. Remember when I said Nugget was active? I think he was just in the water and the chord was sorta around his neck and he was just freaking out beause of the contractions.

When the midwife broke my water, I do believe that is when the chord tightened around his neck and his heart rate started to go bad. I can’t even think too long about what could have happened and I’m just glad I moved him down the way I did. I don’t want to think about if I had fought what my body was telling me.

My body knew he had to get the hell out.

Anyway, I held on with all of my might to NOT push him the rest of the way out as they got the chord from around his neck. It was so hard because everything was burning and he wanted to get the rest of the way OUT!!!!

Then the final push and it was unlike anything i had felt before. I mean, it burned like crazy (I tore, but thedr. didn’t tell me. I just realized it whens he gave me the stitches) and the “SWOOSH” of delivering him was like euphoria. lol.

I have to say that was the most intense and REAL birth I have ever felt. I have never felt it that way. I can’t say that I expected it to be like that, but I do have to say it was pretty powerful for me. I felt more than I ever have. It was really dynamic.

ANYWAY,

he was supposed to be put right on my chest, but he got whisked away to the warmer. He needed oxygen. He wasn’t breathing.

It took about a minute before his little cry filled the air.

Baboo was standing right next to him anxiously.

I could only look from across the room and cry. I saw my baby with the oxygen in his face struggling and I wanted to jump off that bed and go to him. I remember calling “Hey Nugget, cry for mommy. It’s ok” a few times.

I was so glad when he started to scream.  He cried a few times and then went quiet and just looked around. Daddy was able to snap the first pic (they wouldn’t let us have the video camera running). I just wanted to hold him.

I had to deliver my placenta (a nurse said “that’s a nice placenta” lol) and then the midwife stitched me up (it hurt like a bitch, but I didn’t care) and finally after 30 minutes or so he was placed in my arms. I didn’t even think of pictures, I just wanted him. I wanted to nurse him and smell him and look at him.

He was just beautiful.

As we know he was 6 pounds 3 ounces. His head was perfectly round beccause he was TINY and didn’t spend a lot of time in the birth canal. I fell in love instantly and it’s only gotten more intense.

I will do the rest of the story and other things I want to write later in another entry. The recovery and the first month of his beautiful little life.

Wheee, glad I got that done!

 

 

 

 

 

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