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November 16th, 2009, 05:21 PM
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I would like to tell you my son's birth story. It will probably be long but I think it will answer your questions.
I had no special birth plan other than I wanted drugs! No need to feel anything. I was so rapped up in him not getting any bottles that I ever went any futher.
39 weeks exactly, while getting ready for my OB visit, my water broke at 7:30 AM. After the shock wore off I called DH and he had left a few days before to fix his truck that was broke down in Florida. So I was on my own with my back up. I use that term loosely after what ended up happening.
I call my BFF and she races over and is basically shoving me out of the door, when SIL and BIL get there. BIL takes my dogs to the kennel for me, and SIL tells me to have a seat and get some food because I won't see anymore until Nicky is born. Angela is still bouncing off the walls to make the hospital run. Like he was just going to fall out of my vagina!
I finish my poptart and say I am ready, again Wendy says go eat something more than that you are going to need it! ******* I didn't listen.
Angela goes with me to the hospital, Wendy told me it wasn't really necessary for us all to go we had more than enough time and she would catch up with us later. I was having some small but not even close to painful contracts that weren't regular or long, just lots of them.
We got the hospital between 8:30 and 9 they put me in the room because they wanted to make sure my water had broken, like I normally peed myself with oozy pee and couldn't tell the difference! Nicky was in a great position according to u/s that they did, but after they put me on the monitors according to them my contraction were bad, and if they continued this way I would have a placental abruption. They said that they would have to give me pitocin or they would have to section me right away if it didn't get any better. So within a 1/2 hour of being there the had me scared and on pitocin, which they jack up so quickly (over the recommended dose) that it hyperstimulated my uterus! My little boy was a tough cookie though and so they couldn't get away with C/S yet. I went from feeling nothing but some tightening to OMG I think I am going to die in the space of 1 contraction. They where 2 minutes apart and lasting 1m30s to 1m 45s long I couldn't even catch my breath in between. We were only at 10:30 am. When they started my friends had gone to get something to drink. The nurses must have seen the monitors go nuts because I had to just get up and I refused to get back in bed so that all of the monitors they had me hooked up to would read something (maybe it had something to do with the fact I started trying to rip them off in my incoherent pain. The offered me morphine, and didn't think I just said yes. This just made it all worse. (it was a wonderful way to find out morphine doesn't kill my pain) Now I was stuck in that bed unable to move or talk and still in so much pain. I was drooling from the side of my mouth. Not to mention that the stress of the pain left me unable to dilate. When I was coherent again they asked if I wanted an epidural, by this point I was all for it. So still stuck in the bed I finally had relief, and could finally dilate. I slept exhaustion hit me hard after all of the pain.
That was 1:30 in the afternoon. Around 9:30 that evening nurse ratchet was replaced, I had also been denied water, or the popsicles that I should have been allowed. The nice one couldn't figure out why I had been denied even a glass of water. But by that point she said that she could only give me a little water. I was still grateful for that small kindness. She checked my cervix and said we are almost there, about 7 1/2 and 8 in the middle of a contraction. But it was hard to tell as my cervix had begun to swell. The doctors all came back in and asked me how I was feeling did I have any pressure or urge to push, I hadn't notice until the mentioned it but I did. They said that the epi was wearing off and I should have a refresher before I got any closer to time to push. I of course agreed, with the memory of all of the pain still fresh in my mind.
At around 10:00 pm ( I remember because I really wanted to watch ER) I was 10cm finally time to push! After the first push they checked and said I was at +2 station and then more pushing, he was at +1, and more 0 station, 1 more push I felt something move. I was assured that nothing moved (yeah right it was his head turning just a bit sideways), after another hour of pushing and with no progress because his head was now side ways. They turned off the epidural, Surprisingly I felt better when I could feel more. Pushing became a relief! I could move again. They won't let me out of bed but I was able to try different positions to push in, but none of them worked after Nicky's head turned and nobody listened.
Around 1am my contractions stopped I had, had enough and so had my uterus. We needed a break and some rest. But the doctors had other plans for us. If I wouldn't contract and push they were getting it over with one way or another. They said that his heart rate was dangerously high. 182 is not dangerously high. But by that time I didn't care anymore. Being told that his heart would fail, and exhaustion leaving me unable to make a rational decision, I would have let them cut of my head, they said c/s. My girlfriends in the background fighting over who would go with me. I didn't care anymore. I just begged that the not tell me mom. The last thing I needed was a hysterical invalid on my hands. So I signed the papers, to drugged and exhausted to even recall if they explained any risks to me. I just wanted to sleep. Funny thing was Nicky was born with a lump on the side of his head, were it had tried to mold through my pelvis. Strapped to a table in a cold bright room I heard my son cry for the first time.
Does one intervention lead to another, in my opinion very much so.

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