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I was going to post this yesterday, but it just didnt feel right.
If any of you have been following my whiney posts about how I wanted to be induced and how I was expecting an 11lb baby you would know I had an appointment on Monday to talk about what we were going to do. Well my little one had other plans...
Sunday I was at my sons championship hockey games and was really uncomfortable but I wanted to see them in their first real tournament. They won in their first division and lost in their second. Either way I was super proud of them I went home and laid down on the couch because I was cramping and sore. Fell asleep for a few hours then my boyfriend asked if I wanted to go to bed.
So I went to bed and feel back asleep but I kept waking up every half hour or so. At around 3:30am I may have had a little leak of water but wasnt sure so I decided I would hop into the shower because I figured the pain would subside like it usually does when I hop in the shower. Not this time, I started having really powerful contractions and had to lay down in the tub. They were so intense and close together that I couldnt get up out of the tub and couldnt even talk to yell out to my boyfriend. I was so scared that I was going to give birth in the tub! Finally I got enough of a break in between contractions that I could get up and out of the tub.
I woke my boyfriend up and we got ready to go to the hospital the kid were at their grandparents house already so that was taken care of. We got there at about 5:30 or so and they got me into a room right away and on the monitors. I was having regular contractions and after about 20 mins or so of monitoring me they checked me and I was 3-4cm dilated but my cervix was still high.
They gave me some fentanyl for the pain but the contractions were still intense. Manageable but intense. My boyfriend was amazing during this part holding my hand tight and offering encouragement as I focused on the sprinkler thingy on the ceiling. He later told me he was having a very hard time watching me be in so much pain. I was progressing pretty quickly and when my doctor got there she said I was 6-7 cms. Not too long after that I hit the transition phase and it was then decided that I would get a c-section. The baby was head down but stuck so they quickly placed the catheter and wheeled me down to to the OR.
Ive had a c-section before but this is where I got scared and stalled my labour, (which in hindsight was a good thing because it made for easier placement of the spinal) and I started shaking. My boyfriend scrubbed up while I was prepped for surgery and given my spinal. The spinal didnt go as smoothly as the last time I had a c-section> I moved and they had to try again, when they did the left side they hit a nerve causing my leg to kick but the right side went smoothly. My left side was numb for a lot longer then the right though.
They got the sheet up and my arms strapped down (I asked for one to be freed and they took it out) and they brought my boyfriend in. I was still shaking at this point but im not sure if it was from fear or from the drugs they gave me. The surgery went fairly fast and without incident with more pressure then I remember with the twins but no pain.
At 8:37am the doctors showed me my beautiful little GIRL. All this waiting to find out the gender was well worth the wait, the feeling of joy when I found out she was a girl was just indescribable! I was honestly convinced she was a boy, but my boyfriend knew in his heart the whole time that it was a baby girl. He got to take her to our room and spend the two hours I was in recovery with her. Now they are so attached to one another its wonderful
My recovery took a long time because I had to be able to bring my knees up rather then just wiggle my toes this time around so I was there longer (that and my left side was much more numb then my right) but about an hour in they brought my daughter in for a quick feeding then brought her back to her father.
All in all it wasnt a bad birth, I am healing well but having some problems breastfeeding her (she is a bit ferocious) but I am still pumping for her while my breasts heal a little. I got spoiled with a perfect little nurser last time and didnt realize how much damage my new daughter did. Hopefully I can get her back on the breast but if not I am going to try and pump for her as long as possible.