I
had hoped to take my 40 week belly shot but I went into labor the day
before my due date! And if I'd had my druthers, we would have taken one
before leaving for the hospital, but that wasn't quite in the plan. So
my very last photo of being big and pregnant was at 38 weeks.
I still can't believe that a week ago I was rocking such a big bump! Anyway, so onto Sadie's birth story.
Wednesday
Three days before my due date I was getting what felt like "real"
contractions - pain that started in my lower back and radiated to a
cramp in my lower belly. I'd also been losing my mucus plug slowly for
about a week at this point, which I hoped was a good sign. After a few
hours of these contractions, I went to bed thinking
this could be it. And I woke up the next morning well rested and feeling great.
Thursday
We had a midwife appointment scheduled - just shy of 40 weeks. She
asked if I wanted her to strip my membranes, but I declined - it could
wait until the next week if nothing happened. I'd lost a pound since my
appointment the last week (finally got rid of that water weight in my
feet and ankles by drinking a gallon of water a day!), and started
having small contractions around noon during that appointment. Before I
left the office, they had me schedule an induction for 42 weeks (just in
case), and two non-stress tests (just in case).
Over the course
of the afternoon my contractions got stronger but totally manageable. A
friend came over for lunch, which was a great distraction. Things geared
up into greater intensity as the afternoon went on. I tried watching
some tv and relaxing. Steve and I both thought that these would wear off
as they had the night before, so I just hung out and tried to distract
myself. As evening came on I tried eating a small dinner and staying
relaxed. It wasn't working.
Around 7 p.m. we decided to call our
doula, Lauren. We'd been timing the contractions but couldn't find a
good pattern. They were anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes apart, but lasting
a good minute. Lauren said to relax, take a bath if I could and if I
could sleep, even better. I tried a bath, sitting on an exercise ball,
and lying down. There was
no way I could possibly sleep through these contractions. They were getting more and more intense!
We
called Lauren back around 9 p.m. to give her an update. At this point, I
was really struggling and if someone had said "Let's go to the
hospital," I would have been there in a heartbeat. But our plan had been
to labor at home as long as possible. While Steve was on the phone with
her, Lauren heard me having a contraction and how I was managing it.
Since my "moan" through the contraction was really high pitched, Lauren
encouraged me to go a lot deeper with my voice to help open me up and
manage the pain better.
My contractions were still all over the
place so we told Lauren we'd give her an update later on. First babies
can take awhile, so we figured we'd have a long road ahead of us!
The
contractions got worse and worse. By about 11 p.m. my water had broken.
Fortunately I was in the bathroom for this! I think the water breaking
was one of the worst pains. We checked the fluid and all looked clear,
just tinged with a little blood. I was in so much pain, Steve called
Lauren and asked her to come over. We also had a good friend come by and
pick up our dog - poor pup!
Having the help of a doula was
amazing support. I'm a people pleaser, so she could convince me to try
positions that I wouldn't do for Steve (like hands and knees). She also
knew how to hit the right pressure points and keep me focused. Steve was
an amazing support person through everything, but having someone else
support me was a help for him as well.
Friday - Leaving for the Hospital
About 12:30 a.m. - after being in labor for about 12 1/2 hours - I was
very clear about my desire to be at the hospital. I was starting to feel
what I thought was pressure to push, and I was just ready to be out of
the house. Fortunately the hospital was only a 10 minute drive from our
house. With how I was feeling it may as well have been an hour - getting
into a car was a daunting thought at this point!
We had our bags
packed, but everything was up in our bedroom. Steve was running around
loading the car while Lauren helped me get dressed. I had imagined us
calmly going to the hospital, snapping a few pictures as we left.
Instead, we were racing around like crazy, I had a bizarre outfit on
(large loose tank top, no bra, yoga pants, cardigan), and things felt
flustered. Lauren called ahead to the hospital for us so Steve could
focus on driving. I sat sideways working through urges to push.
The Hospital
After
going through the after-hours security measures to get into the
hospital (it locks down after 8 p.m.), we made it to the nurse's
station. I think they thought I was crazy as I was literally clutching
myself to keep the baby in through contractions. I threw my driver's
license and insurance card at them and Steve took care of those details
while they got me into a room. The midwife on call was the one midwife
in the practice who we hadn't met yet. Fortunately, she was awesome!
I
got into the bed and they checked me - 10 cm and ready to push! My
instincts were right when I said that I needed to get to the hospital
a.s.a.p. My plan was to
avoid an epidural or any intervention,
and at this point even if I had wanted drugs (which I secretly did), I
couldn't have had them! I was going to have the natural childbirth I had
wanted.
My midwife did find some meconium in my fluid, which we
hadn't seen at home. They contacted the pediatrician who was on-call to
be in the room when I delivered, and they let Steve know that he might
not be able to cut the cord. This was scare #1 of the night.
Being able to push through contractions was the greatest relief. To actually be
doing something
as each one came on was awesome. I labored in the traditional position
on my back, on a birth stool (which was great although intimidating at
first), and in bed on my side. I pushed when I felt the urge to push and
listened to my body as much as I could. I won't lie - I wasn't in a
serene laboring state.
There was a lot of "Get this baby out of me," and
"How much longer will I push for?" As soon as they could see the
head, I was told she had a ton of hair. I touched it once but everything
felt so squishy and weird, one touch was enough! I didn't feel extreme
pain until she crowned - what I've heard others call the
burning ring of fire. Burning is the exact way to describe it! Holy cow. I hoped and prayed that I was close to delivering.
Our
midwife and the nurse lost the baby's heart beat so they rushed things
as the end to just get her out. This was scare #2 of the night. The rush
at the end resulted in a second degree tear (I had a total of two
tears), but the tear was worth it. Once delivered, they saw that the
cord was wrapped around her neck twice. Scare #3 of the night (cord
around the neck was my biggest fear... that and the baby getting
stuck!).
Baby all squishy and new as she's getting checked out!
Fortunately,
we saw her cough right away which was a great sign. Our midwife still
cut and clamped the cord right away to get her to the pediatrician.
While I didn't get the experience of having her on my chest right away
and Steve didn't get to cut the cord, we were just happy to having her
out safe. Everything with the pediatrician checked out fine - she was
breathing great (no inhaled meconium!), the lost heartbeat at the end of
birth was just because she was behind my pelvic bone, and the cord had
only been loosely wrapped.
After scoring an 8 and a 9 for her
Apgar, and getting the eye drops and the other "just born" things, they
gave her to me for skin to skin while I was stitched up. During that
time, I had delivered the placenta which they wrapped up for us (we had
wanted to do placenta encapsulation after the birth).
Not the sharpest picture, but I love it when she makes this face!
We
finally had our little girl! I labored a total of 14 hours, which
included about an hour and a half of pushing. Born at 8 pounds 9 ounces,
21 inches long and a crazy head of dark brown hair with blond
highlights, we were officially a family of three. It was 2:36 a.m. when
she was delivered, and I couldn't believe just hours before I'd been
casually eating lunch with a friend.
Friday - Recovery
Steve and I rested in the labor and delivery room with Sadie laying skin
to skin on my chest. Hospital policy is to have you stay in the room 1-2
hours before you move to a postpartum room. A couple of hours after
birth, my nurse wanted to get me up to use the restroom for the first
time. As we got up and started walking to the bathroom I got extremely
dizzy and blacked out -- literally hit the ground! I woke up to Steve
calling my name and a huge group of medical personnel above me. They got
me back to my bed, started a saline drip (I'd avoided any form of IV up
to this point!) and drew some blood.
Fortunately my blood work
came back fine, and my episode was diagnosed as dehydration. I took it
easy for the rest of the morning and because I never actually made it to
the bathroom, I was required to use a bed pan to show that I could "go"
or they were going to have to insert a catheter. Let me tell you,
making a bed pan attempt while someone comes into the room to deliver
breakfast is
not fun times.
We were moved to our recovery
room at about 5 p.m. that evening - 15 or so hours after I'd had Sadie! After that, the three of us snuggled in for the night.
Saturday
On Sadie's official due date we met with a lactation consultant a couple
of times (wow breastfeeding is challenging at first), tried to rest for a little bit longer, and around 3 p.m. were
free to go. We were more than ready to head home, away from the
uncomfortable hospital beds, bad food and the constant stream of people
in and out of our of room.
On our way home from the hospital! She was so peaceful in the car.
Reflections
I'm
still so incredibly proud of myself for having the natural childbirth I
was hoping for. It was a very trying experience, both physically and
mentally and I honestly feel that if we were in the hospital sooner and
had been offered an epidural, I would have jumped at it. I struggled
with trusting that I
could work through the pain, and had to really push myself to focus on meeting our baby girl.
While
the meconium in the fluid and umbilical cord wrapped around her neck
gave us a scare and caused our birth plan to change a bit, we are so
blessed that everything else was absolutely perfect. We achieved the big
picture items: a natural (and relatively fast!) birth, a healthy baby
and surrounding ourselves with medical professionals and support who had
faith in my ability to do things naturally.
Now we have so many adventures to share of life with Sadie!
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