We pride ourselves on having the friendliest
and most welcoming forums for moms and moms to be! Please take a moment
for free so you can be a part of our growing community of mothers.
If you have any problems registering please drop an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Our community is moderated by our moderation team so you won't see spam or offensive messages posted on our forums. Each of our message boards is hosted by JustMommies hosts, whose names are listed at the top each board. We hope you find our message boards friendly, helpful, and fun to be on!
Our story starts at 36 when I went in for a routine growth ultrasound. Because of our previous 2nd trimester loss my doctor was super generous with tests and ultrasounds. Thought-out pregnancy all the results had come back normal so getting a growth ultrasound at the end I just expected much of the same.
The results came back that I had polyhydranmios, which basically means too much amniotic fluid. It’s not a huge deal, but when it comes to the end of pregnancy and pending delivery it can make things quite tricky. And if you are like me, you’ve googled it and found the absolute worst possible situations. The biggest things that worried me was a prolapsed cord and him not being down if my water ever decided to break. I had 30cc of fluid and they like to see under 20cc, preferably 18. So I was labeled high risk once again and would need weekly ultrasounds until delivery.
At my 37 week ultrasound I was still ay 28cc, and my 38 week ultrasound I was at 26cc. So dropping, but still lots of fluid. Now, because of so much fluids I was measuring a month ahead and very uncomfortable. My doctor thought that I would perhaps go early since there was so much strain on my uterus to put me into labor. Nope. Apparently I have a uterus made of iron. Because of how much pain I was in at that point I grateful accepted her offer to induce at 39 weeks. I’m was never an induction happy woman. I love the idea of a spontaneous ohmygoshthebabyiscomingnow moments. But after being in so much pain for so long and having contractions since 35 weeks I was willing to be done.
And because of the poly it was helping keep Jude afloat and not let him engage to help start labor. Even though I had been contracting heavily since 35 weeks I was only 2cm dilated and 80% effaced by 38 weeks. So the idea that he very well may need to be induced after 41 weeks anyway helped make the decision easy.
My parents started making their trip from New Jersey to Missouri after that appointment and we began to prepare to meet our little guy on our schedule induction date of October 14th, if he didn’t decide to surprise us sooner.
We got to the hospital at 6am Monday morning, the 14th. We got our room, hooked up to the IV, and started on paperwork. When it came time to start the Pitocin the nurse was unable to figure out if he was head down or not. At all the previous OB appointments he had been head down, but after they pulled up the picture on the ultrasound screen they saw that he was transverse. Little bugger.
The nurse called the doctor who wanted to come down and see if she could flip him head down. During this time I was also given c-section papers to sign… which I refused. When the doctor came down to check on the situation we realized that now Jude decided to go breech. Awesome. I got up to use the bathroom and the doctor changed into her scrubs, came back and found he was now the opposite transverse again. Obviously, there was more than enough fluid in there to keep him spinning so flipping him head down was pretty easy for the doctor.
Once we got him head down the nurse and I had to hold him in position because he kept trying to flip again. The doctor then broke my water and then told me I lost about 4 pounds of fluid. Sheesh, could you imagine if my water broke in public? Even after that it still kept coming. I can’t tell you the relief I felt after that. I could breathe again and the pain I felt for so long was gone. I was ready to jump out of the bed and be pregnant for a couple more weeks I felt so good! At this point it was probably 9am.
The doctor put a monitor inside on Jude’s head to kinda “anchor” him in place. He was a good boy after that and stayed head down.
Not long after that I got the epidural. It went well. Joe almost passed out. Poor guy. It didn’t really have anything to do with me getting the epi, but he just didn’t eat enough for breakfast. Poor guy.
I progressed slowly throughout the morning into early afternoon. We tried different positions to try to get things moving since I seemed to be stuck at a 5. The epidural worked super well on the left side.. The right side was hit and miss so I felt a lot of the contractions on that side. And because I was on Pitocin it was not fun at all. 2 minute contractions one on top of the other? Yeah, not fun.
Finally after 4pm I was almost complete—99.9% as the nurse said. Around 5pm I started pushing and he was born at 5:34pm! He was absolutely perfect. He started crying right away and was chubby and pink. He was 8lb even (Joe guessed he’d be 8lbs just like he was) and 20 inches long. That moment they put him on my chest was just amazing, as it was with my girls. There is really no way to explain it.