Delivery story 39wks 2days
Elaine was born on 12-11-12 we missed 12-12-12 by four hours but I didn't mind I was ready to meet my baby girl.
I was scheduled to be induced at 8pm on 10 December. The morning of I was nervous and I started getting spotty vision and I felt flushed. I checked my blood sugar and it was normal, naturally, I panicked and thought I had preeclampsia. I called my husband and told him to leave work because I didn't feel good and needed him to take me to the hospital. My husband rushed home loaded me, the diaper bag, suit case, and pillow into the car. When we got to the hospital the nurse checked my blood pressure and the baby's heart rate everything was fine; I had worked myself up. I thought they'd let me leave and come back but they decided to check me in early... Five hours early. The doctor on call was the one OB I couldn't stand... The one who gave me a huge lecture about taking better control of my blood sugar. She didn't understand the crazy ride my diabetic pregnant-body put me through on a daily basis, she checked me in and said, "I hope you ate because you won't be eating again until you deliver your baby". What!?
All I had that morning was toast. I'm starving and my stomach is rumbling. It's 1pm and I'm not having this baby till tomorrow and you're going to make me starve? Ugh... I was only allowed chicken broth, jello, and unsweetened tea. Unsweet tea that's sacrilege in the South. Fortunately, the mean doctors shift ended and in came Dr. P around 9pm. Dr. P checked me out and then delivered sweet music to my ears... She was going to let me eat, actually she was going to let me eat and give me Ambien, Yippee! But first the Doctor had to give me cervidil to soften up my lining ( I won't go into detail about the placement). Once that deal was over, my husband rushed down to the cafeteria and brought me back the best cheeseburger and fries EVER! (That's the starvation talking). I'm sure the hospital grade cheeseburger was awful but at that moment it tasted like hmm...Heaven.
The next morning around 4am a nurse came in and checked my blood sugar and vitals, all normal. I forgot to mention I couldn't wear my insulin pump which freaked me out but I checked my blood sugar every time I felt off and surprisingly my diabetes wasn't an issue during labor and delivery. I was on an insulin drip. My blood sugar stayed between 70- 120 the whole time I was in labor.
Dr. P came in around 8am to check me out downstairs...again, I dilated 1.5cms which was much better than the zero the day before. Dr. P said she would come in later to break my water she didn't think I needed pitocin. Around 10am, Dr. P was back to break my water. I was incredibly nervous about this because my sister told me having your water break hurts like hell but I didn't think it was that bad. The nurse told me to place my hands under my butt and this will help alleviate pain. As soon as the doctor broke my water, I could feel the contractions. It's hard to describe what a contraction feels like, picture the worst cramp you ever had and multiply that times a hundred. Right away, I told the nurse and doctor I'd take that epidural. I guess they thought I was joking because I spent the next four hours sweating, breathing heavy, and wishing the nightmare would end. Finally, the best freaking doctor came in to administer the epidural. Love the anesthesiologist! The hospitals policy is to make the spouse/coach leave the room during this procedure. I guess some people faint or punch the doctor when they see the huge needle puncturing their wife. Fortunately, since my husband is military and has seen his share of gruesome crap they let him stay. The anesthesiologist asked Jason if he was military and said, ok you can stay. I was so glad he did because I don't think I could have stayed still without him. I just focused on him and he made inappropriate jokes which kept me calm. I didn't feel the epidural so don't worry about it just make sure you keep still and all will be fine.
The epidural worked... life was good again. I must say I'm proud of myself for going to 5cm before getting the epidural. Actually, the epidural worked a little too well because I couldn't feel even a tiny bit of a contraction. This complicated things when it came time to push. It's now about 2pm and its just a whole lot of waiting. Be sure to bring DVDs, music, books, magazines anything to help pass the time. Around 5:30pm, the next dr. on call came in to check me out. Dr. Bu is the most experienced ob in the office 25+ years of experience. He's the doctor I wanted. Dr. Bu checks me out and says, "ok, we can get you to start pushing now". Holy crap it's actually going to happen. Dr. Bu leaves the room and it's just me, my husband, and the nurse in the room. It's nothing like the movies with a million nurses and doctors in the room. Since I couldn't feel the contractions the nurse had to tell me when to push which sometimes she'd forget and said oh, we missed one. Alrighty, I breath, push, breath, push, breath push, the nurse 30minutes into pushing says she could feel the baby's head and she has a full head of hair. Woohoo!!! Thinking this is almost over and I'll get to meet my baby girl, Wrong! There's a shift change during my labor and in comes the new nurse. Very nice nurse but she's ready to get down to business. Breath, push, breath, push.... The nurse says to me, "has anyone ever told you, you have a very prominent tailbone? ". Me: ugh... No? I take this to mean I'm part dog and I have a tail. My prominent tailbone is complicating matters and preventing baby from coming out. She has to give me oxygen for the baby which my husband has to place the mask on me between pushing. This was the only time during labor that I got annoyed with my husband. He never put the mask on me properly it was never right over my nose. After another hour, the nurse gets the doctor because the baby isn't making any more progress coming down. Dr. Bu comes in and starts running the show. He has me breath,push and all that jazz and finally says we're going to have to use forceps. What!? Forceps... That's not part of my birth plan. Which my husband knows and quickly tells the doctor I don't want it. The doctor and I have a quick conversation about forceps. Dr. Bu: what do you have against forceps? Me: Ugh... Besides the fact they're huge and they give your baby a cone head, nothing I guess. After debating with the doctor for a few minutes. I say, what's the other option? He says, csection.
Well... After pushing for over two hours I wasn't going to have a broken lady bit and a scar on my tummy. Plus, I was exhausted and ready to meet my baby. I allowed the doctor to use the forceps. Two pushes and Elaine was out. My beautiful cone head baby was out. The nurses cleaned her up and she had an apgar score of 7 then 9. She was beautiful, healthy and slightly resembled Dan Aykroyd. I don't know why they didn't offer the forceps sooner. Perhaps, I needed to feel desperate before I'd actually agree to them. I finally held my baby girl it was incredible. I cried the happiest tears I've ever cried in my life. After nine difficult months, I delivered a healthy 6lb 13oz baby.