Wednesday, August 31, 2016

why i'll never hire a birth photographer

I have been thinking about how I need to write down Mylo's birth story, but I kept choosing sleep or shower whenever I had a chance to write.  I am going to try to write it now.

This story begins around Monday July 11, 2016 if I remember right.  My Mom wasn't due to get to our house until Thursday evening and I was already having steady contractions.  They were about 4-7 minutes apart but never really got as intense as I knew they would have to get for me to be in active labour.  Our friends were on-call and after a whole day and a bit of these, with some starting to have added intensity and Luke begging me, I finally went in to get checked by the midwives, and I was dilated to almost a 4 (from being dilated to a 2 the last time I had been checked a few weeks before).  I was sent home to see what happened and then had an appointment the next day so we could see the progress I was making.  My Mom flew in and we were relieved that now when I went into labour we wouldn't have to worry about what to do with Tracen and Rai.   The contractions were doing something and the next day I was almost 4.5 cm.  The midwife said that she didn't want to check too much more or she might put me into labour (not a bad thought to me at that point) but she didn't think it would be too much longer.  I prayed that she would be right.  That Saturday we went to Golden and walked down the creek and went to the farmers market - and I was still having consistent contractions.  On Sunday at church they were about 4.5-5 min apart, this I know because Luke was staring at me all church and timing them, and then my friend Suzy was too.  I started to get so sick of Luke asking, "Are you having a contraction right now?" or calling and saying, "are you having contractions?" because the answer was always YES, but I knew i wasn't in active labour yet STILL.  I was mostly just feeling exhausted!

Tuesday July 19th the contractions were a solid 8 minutes apart.  Nothing fit me and I put on this big grey and white muumuu feeling dress, not significant but I remember sending my friends a snapchat of me in all my pregnant glory.  Mom and I headed to the library and I remember sitting on the bench watching the boys play and just hoping that I would go into labour soon because these contractions were wearing me out.  We left the library and headed to Cafe Rio (our Tuesday tradition for the cheap food) and then came home and I took a nap while Rai did.  I can't remember what else we did that day, but we found ourselves at Yogurtland after dinner before bed. It was so delicious and my contractions were still 8 minutes apart, but starting to feel a little more intense.  I had my suspicions that that might be the night, but I kept them to myself because Luke has a tendency to worry.  After the boys were in bed, my contractions started to be 9-10 minutes apart, but a lot more intense and I sent Luke to his weekly night at Buffalo Wild Wings, just to have him not staring at me worrying.  Mom and I watched some "Poldark" and throughout it the contractions got harder and harder, the pain made me sleepy and I fell asleep for a bit.  When I woke up, Mom and I went upstairs and I told her that I thought we might have to go to the hospital that night.  I went in my room and ran a hot bath where I sat for the next hour and around midnight I text Luke a simple, "where are you?" He didn't think much of it, just that it was getting late and he wasn't home yet, he was surprised to come home to me in the tub saying that I thought we needed to head to the hospital soon.  We called the midwives and they basically said that I could come in if I wanted, or try to labour a bit more at home.  I was group B positive and they wanted me to get 2 doses of antibiotic if I could, so we stayed home for about an hour or so more and got to the hospital around 2-2:30.  We got to my room and got all hooked up and I was only dilated to a 5, but my "waters were bulging".  I met the midwife and her student for the night and knew that we had to wait 4 hours between doses of medication.  As soon as I could, I got into the jacuzzi tub.   The water was too hot at first, but it did feel good.  I sat in there with lavender oil beside me and coldplay and the shins playing on Luke's iPad (which he repeatedly had to come and turn on again and again.  It was quiet and Luke went and laid on the couch in the room and I laboured as long as i could like that.  Around 5 the contractions started to get harder and I turned on the jets, just on low but the change was enough to combat the discomfort and allow me to keep focussed and relaxed.  I knew i had to wait until 6 to get my next dose and then after that they would break my water if it hadn't yet.  I made it to 6, but I had to get out of the tub and back on the bed to get monitored again while receiving the antibiotic.  Although things were starting to get a lot more uncomfortable, I managed pretty well and the midwife student kept commenting on how great I was doing (I was about to make her take that all back though).

After getting that final dose, she checked me again (about 6:30 am), and I was only at a 6, but my waters were still bulging a lot, so she broke my water. That feeling will always be so weird to me.  Anyways, I had to wait a few minutes and I was just anxious to get back into the tub and i started to tell Luke that I didn't think I could do this natural again (i had been having major anxiety about this labour because of how things went with Rai - i was in transition for like 4 hours or something).  I was really defeated about only being 6cm and because with Rai it took so long for me to get to 10, i knew i couldn't labour for hours longer.  I was finally allowed to go back into the tub and when i stood up something happened and I freaked out not knowing where to go and what to do during that contraction and the pressure! So much pressure! So the nurse told me to sit back on the bed and see what happened, I had another contraction on the bed and it didn't feel as intense so I decided to get back into the tub.  7 am was shift change and i met my new nurse, who is actually the nurse that gave us our hospital tour.  I had about 2 contractions in the bath when i started to BEG her for something for the pain.  I kept saying how i couldn't do it and that i felt like i need to push.  She was so calm and said, you might need to, but i didn't think there was any way because they had just checked me a few minutes earlier and i was at a 6.  Then the urge to push was undeniable and I felt my body taking over.  The midwife student and nurse were both in the bathroom and telling me that I HAD to get out of the bed, and I was telling them I couldn't and I just needed to push because it felt like the head was about to come out.  Finally the midwife student told me that they could deliver the baby on the floor of the bathroom but just not actually in the bath.  This finally urged me to get out, basically step out of the tub, and then I couldn't make it any further, and I got on all fours during my next contraction and felt like I had to push.  Luke said within seconds there were all sorts of nurses and people in there getting towels and things to put down and I was pushing.  The pain was there, but it felt good to finally push against it, and to my surprise I had already delivered his head my first or second push out of the tub, which I realized when they said, "Okay, now another push for his shoulders" and before I knew it they were handing a new crying baby to me between my legs (I was on all fours still on the ground of the bathroom).  He was born at 7:19 AM, so I really went from 7 to 10 cm quick.  They all helped me as I carried this new baby to the bed and I marveled at how small he was.   He was perfect and due to the quickness of everything, his head was perfectly shaped and he had a lot of hair compared to my other babies.  Once he was delivered I realized how crazy it went down and how crazy I was during those last few contractions, and for the rest of my stay at the hospital, all the hospital staff commented on where and how I delivered him.  I am just hoping that should I have another baby, that they allow water births by then.


2 comments:

Radfords said...

Man I WISH you had a photographer! You>me always! I'm all about that medication... Mm mmm mmm

Radfords said...

(Also, just getting caught up on all the posts!!!! Best day ever. Keep it up mama of THREE)!