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I was going to deliver at a hospital 30 minutes away from home. Not bad, but I wanted the location 10 minutes away. At 7 months I tried to switch; the new one said it was fine so I filled the medical release forms. My hospital takes a month & a half to send them out. By that time they've been sent my forms, new one says I'm too far along. I learn during the switch they lost all records of my pregnancy. I was due July 6th, but all they had was LMP for June 25th. They wanted to induce me June 30th.
Let me take the time to say I HATED the OB I had. She always seemed holier than thou, made rude comments, & would laugh at my opinions, probably because I am a young mother. She scheduled me for the induction because "it's easier the baby is out now than later". Wtf, excuse me? After much arguing back & forth, she told me to come in the 3rd to meet another OB about the induction because she "didn't want to deal with me & get a headache". Fine. I went in & begged the OB not to induce me, that my baby isn't ready, that I hadn't hit 40 weeks yet. She felt my pain & offered me something. A manual dilation.
It was a strange procedure but after she said she had stretched my cervix to 2 cms & I should expect the baby by tomorrow or the day after. If not she wrote me a note to go straight to L&D for an induction on the 9th. My family kept asking me if I had felt anything at all, nope no change. It was 4th of July, SO & I were getting ready to leave to his family's for a barbeque when I felt slight stomach pain. I ignored it but after an hour it became unbearable. I decided to start timing them & they were a minute 3 minutes apart. I told my grandma we had to go to the hospital now. At first she didn't believe me as she thought I was progressing too quickly, but after timing she decided it was time. My hospital bag was still in the car from the day before.
The drive there was excruciating. I was screaming with every contraction. Pulling up to the hospital I walked out to the entrance were someone going to put a wheel chair away ran over to wheel me up in the elevator. L&D is on the 7th floor. I was put in triage were nurses were watching to see if I was ready for a room. By then I already was asking for my epidural so I wouldn't have to wait as long. They kept telling me to breath because the yelling wouldn't help but I couldn't control it. That's how I handled the pain. They decided to take me & I was put in a room for my epidural. The anesthesiologist threaded the tubing through, but said it wasn't right. Had to redo it. I was scared of back damage but at the point I didn't care; whatever took my pain. I then relaxed for the rest of the time.
My water was manually broken but I then had to have artificial water irrigated as they found I was low on water. The nurses that kept coming in had mention of an emergency c-section because during my contractions baby's heart rate would drop. They had an internal moniter put on LO which they said wouldn't hurt (it did! Poor baby had cuts on her head /:) They decided I should be fine. By 9:07 PM I was allowed to start pushing. My epidural wore off so I pushed at every contraction. Honestly thought I couldn't do it. I remember saying "I can't do it, I can't do it!" "Yes you can just focus!" It burned & hurt so badly, after a scream that seemed like it came from hell she was out. 9:10 20 inches 7 lbs 3 oz. They immediately placed her on my chest & went to have her cleaned up. She had left me with 2nd-3rd degree internal & external tearing. They had a newbie stitch me up which wasn't fun because they didn't wait to numb me & he kept fucking up ("stop stop stop, you're causing more damage.") Eventualy they had a more experienced doctor finish it up & I could hold my daughter again. She was so beautiful. In total labor took me 6 hours & pushing 3 minutes. My healing took 2 months. I hated the fact I needed the epidural for my pain but I couldn't take it. Throughout my whole pregnancy I wanted to go natural haha! My labor was crazy & painful but I would seriously do it all over again any day.
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For starters, I had a very difficult pregnancy..preterm labor twice, had about 12 ultrasounds due to my daughters slow growth and possible growth restriction, also weekly non-stress tests since 30 weeks. I went in for my 39 week appointment like any other day(I had a feeling that day was going to be the day I had her, not sure why, just a gut feeling). Had my weekly non-stress test and visit, found out I was contracting every 3 mins, but it wasn't anything too terrible. I was feeling them about every 10 mins..but still, nothing I couldn't handle. I was contracting for about 8 weeks by that point...I was used to it. I hadn't seen my dr in 2 weeks because she was on vacation one week and booked up the previous week..she walked right in and the first thing she said was "youre still pregnant!?" She was surprised the dr had not induced me the previous week because they wanted to get her out by 39 weeks so we would not risk the growth restriction. She did a cervix check and I was 2cm, she stretched me to 3 and did a membrane sweep, she also sent me to the hospital for observation since I was contracting so often. She said if they did not keep me, then to call and she was going to induce me that week.
Off to the hospital! They hooked me up to the monitors and within the hour that I had the non-stress test, the visit, then going to the hospital, my daughters heart rate would drop with every contraction. They admitted me and told me I was not leaving without a baby! Very scary but exciting! My fiance went to grab the hospital bags and car seat while I was getting admitted. They had me lay on my side to get more oxygen to my daughter and her heart rate wasn't too much of a concern until they broke my water then hooked me up to pitocin, her heart rate dropped lower, so they turned off the pitocin to see if it shopped. They put on the internal monitor to keep a better eye on her heart. My contractions were so intense, I just about broke my moms hand and I could not stop crying or even open my eyes. The pain was something I never imagined. The dr then came in an discussed the possibility of a csection and told me we should do the epidural now just in case, I gladly agreed and was ready! The epidural was TERRIBLE! The guy did not numb me enough and stuck the needle in, needless to say I screamed and made the nurse and anesthesiologist jump(not something you want to hear the anesthesiologist say). They tried the pitocin again and her heart rate was still dropping. I was also not progressing past 3cm after being there for just about 7 hrs. The dr came in at 9:30 and said my daughter is in distress and needs to come out and to prep for a csection.
They got my fiance all dressed in his scrubs and wheeled me off to the operating room. I was terrified and just wanted my daughter to be safe so I knew this was the best option to get her here safe. I was also so looped up at that point with all of the extra drugs they pump you with, the whole birth was a blur. I remember my fiance coming in then 5 mins later we heard our daughters first cries. 10:03pm, best moment of our lives. We both just looked at each other and I was so doped up I didn't even cry, just lay there with a huge doped up smile like an idiot(lol). It was hard not to be able to hold my baby right away afterward until I got to recovery. My fiance went with her to get cleaned up while I was getting stapled shut.
By 10:30ish I was in recovery and got to hold my baby, our parents also got to come in and meet her. I got to breast feed her and hold her while the drugs wore off, then they took her for her first bath while they got me settled in a room. I did not get her back until after midnight! They had to hold her there for a bit longer until she could regulate her body temp. Recovery was TERRIBLE! Could not sit up or move without wanting to cry. Standing up for the first time the next day, not something I ever want to feel again!
On the bright side, the dr said everything went to well and as long as I wait over year before my next pregnancy I can attempt a vbac if I want to.
Off to the hospital! They hooked me up to the monitors and within the hour that I had the non-stress test, the visit, then going to the hospital, my daughters heart rate would drop with every contraction. They admitted me and told me I was not leaving without a baby! Very scary but exciting! My fiance went to grab the hospital bags and car seat while I was getting admitted. They had me lay on my side to get more oxygen to my daughter and her heart rate wasn't too much of a concern until they broke my water then hooked me up to pitocin, her heart rate dropped lower, so they turned off the pitocin to see if it shopped. They put on the internal monitor to keep a better eye on her heart. My contractions were so intense, I just about broke my moms hand and I could not stop crying or even open my eyes. The pain was something I never imagined. The dr then came in an discussed the possibility of a csection and told me we should do the epidural now just in case, I gladly agreed and was ready! The epidural was TERRIBLE! The guy did not numb me enough and stuck the needle in, needless to say I screamed and made the nurse and anesthesiologist jump(not something you want to hear the anesthesiologist say). They tried the pitocin again and her heart rate was still dropping. I was also not progressing past 3cm after being there for just about 7 hrs. The dr came in at 9:30 and said my daughter is in distress and needs to come out and to prep for a csection.
They got my fiance all dressed in his scrubs and wheeled me off to the operating room. I was terrified and just wanted my daughter to be safe so I knew this was the best option to get her here safe. I was also so looped up at that point with all of the extra drugs they pump you with, the whole birth was a blur. I remember my fiance coming in then 5 mins later we heard our daughters first cries. 10:03pm, best moment of our lives. We both just looked at each other and I was so doped up I didn't even cry, just lay there with a huge doped up smile like an idiot(lol). It was hard not to be able to hold my baby right away afterward until I got to recovery. My fiance went with her to get cleaned up while I was getting stapled shut.
By 10:30ish I was in recovery and got to hold my baby, our parents also got to come in and meet her. I got to breast feed her and hold her while the drugs wore off, then they took her for her first bath while they got me settled in a room. I did not get her back until after midnight! They had to hold her there for a bit longer until she could regulate her body temp. Recovery was TERRIBLE! Could not sit up or move without wanting to cry. Standing up for the first time the next day, not something I ever want to feel again!
On the bright side, the dr said everything went to well and as long as I wait over year before my next pregnancy I can attempt a vbac if I want to.
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Did you have any weird side effects from the epidural? Initially I felt like I had to throw up but thank God that didn't happen haha. Right after birth though I had an itching sensation ALL OVER my body it was terrible.
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I didn't have any side effects from the epidural. Mine was all withdraw from the pain meds, I had major body tremors and was half asleep until the meds wore off. About 15 mins or so.
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Mine is super long and probably has some random unneeded information lol.
we went to the hospital on a Wednesday thinking my water had broke, it hadnt but when they checked my levels my protien was really high. The hospital sent me home to do a 12 hr protien test, where I had to collect alk my pee yuck lol. I went to my dr to get my blood pressure checked and find out the results of my urine tests. An idiot dr came in and said they were going to send me home for a 12 hr test the other dr told me not to leave until he got my results in. He came in an hr later and said theres no way im going home they had called the hospital and they were expecting me. I had preeclampsia and was due in a few days so it was no big deal. I got to the hospital at around 6pm they let me eat and didn'tinduce my labor until 5:30 am. I was induced all of friday. I had 2 nurse who completely ignored me when I said my catheder was hurting me. I had an epidural it wore off when I was at a 9 they gave me another one and it never kicked in. My son was stuck and hurting my back so bad the only one who could help the pain was my nurse by rubbing my back. Shes the only one who listened about the catheder and when she changed it out for me there was blood. I was in so much paun when my son was coming they gave me a shot thru my iv then another. I was only pushing about 15mins I pushed when I wasnt even supoosed to and I guess the dr just grabbed him and pulled him out. He weighed 9lbs12oz and was perfect. He was born at 1:34am. I finally got to eat again at 2am so that was 32hrs without food! The next morning I was holding him and felt the rush of blood I tried to get up to put him in his bed, my legs gave out and I bumped hisbhead. When I got to the bathroom there was tons of blood. I called the nurses and said "uh im supposed to tell you if theres alot of blood" she said THAT IS ALOT ILL GET HELP. All of the sudden like 10 different people rush in the room, put me back in bed and the dr looks and sees blood clots inside me. The give me the breathing mask and say im going to surgery. They gave me a d&c to remove the clots. If I would have lost even a drop more of blood I would have needed a transfusion.
I thought i was going to die.
Sometimes I look back and think it was the scariest moment of my life and other times im just like it could have been so much worse.
the d&c scared me the most because my mom had one and she has never been able to go full term with a pregnancy she has only had miscarriages since having me. I fear that I could have been scratched during mine and not be able to have more kids
also my ob was a bitch. When I was about 5 months along I started gaining alot of weight she had the nerve to tell me just because I was pregnant didnt mean I needed to eat for two. When I went in she saw how big he was and said oh I guess you didnt gain that much weight then huh, I gained 30lbs but was back to prepregnancy weight after a week because it was all baby and everything else lol
one more thing I never felt contractions just the pain of the baby stuck in my back
we went to the hospital on a Wednesday thinking my water had broke, it hadnt but when they checked my levels my protien was really high. The hospital sent me home to do a 12 hr protien test, where I had to collect alk my pee yuck lol. I went to my dr to get my blood pressure checked and find out the results of my urine tests. An idiot dr came in and said they were going to send me home for a 12 hr test the other dr told me not to leave until he got my results in. He came in an hr later and said theres no way im going home they had called the hospital and they were expecting me. I had preeclampsia and was due in a few days so it was no big deal. I got to the hospital at around 6pm they let me eat and didn'tinduce my labor until 5:30 am. I was induced all of friday. I had 2 nurse who completely ignored me when I said my catheder was hurting me. I had an epidural it wore off when I was at a 9 they gave me another one and it never kicked in. My son was stuck and hurting my back so bad the only one who could help the pain was my nurse by rubbing my back. Shes the only one who listened about the catheder and when she changed it out for me there was blood. I was in so much paun when my son was coming they gave me a shot thru my iv then another. I was only pushing about 15mins I pushed when I wasnt even supoosed to and I guess the dr just grabbed him and pulled him out. He weighed 9lbs12oz and was perfect. He was born at 1:34am. I finally got to eat again at 2am so that was 32hrs without food! The next morning I was holding him and felt the rush of blood I tried to get up to put him in his bed, my legs gave out and I bumped hisbhead. When I got to the bathroom there was tons of blood. I called the nurses and said "uh im supposed to tell you if theres alot of blood" she said THAT IS ALOT ILL GET HELP. All of the sudden like 10 different people rush in the room, put me back in bed and the dr looks and sees blood clots inside me. The give me the breathing mask and say im going to surgery. They gave me a d&c to remove the clots. If I would have lost even a drop more of blood I would have needed a transfusion.
I thought i was going to die.
Sometimes I look back and think it was the scariest moment of my life and other times im just like it could have been so much worse.
the d&c scared me the most because my mom had one and she has never been able to go full term with a pregnancy she has only had miscarriages since having me. I fear that I could have been scratched during mine and not be able to have more kids
also my ob was a bitch. When I was about 5 months along I started gaining alot of weight she had the nerve to tell me just because I was pregnant didnt mean I needed to eat for two. When I went in she saw how big he was and said oh I guess you didnt gain that much weight then huh, I gained 30lbs but was back to prepregnancy weight after a week because it was all baby and everything else lol
one more thing I never felt contractions just the pain of the baby stuck in my back
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I didnt have side effects during my delivery from the epidural but every once in awhile now I get really bad pain in my back around where it was. Not sure if its from the epidural or from the baby messing up my back but it stops me and my tracks and I dont even want to move until it passes.strawberries wrote:Did you have any weird side effects from the epidural? Initially I felt like I had to throw up but thank God that didn't happen haha. Right after birth though I had an itching sensation ALL OVER my body it was terrible.
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Sounds like your time wasn't as enjoyable as it could of been. /: I hope any future pregnancies are times of joy & better staff lol. I remember trying to breastfeed & needed help latching. I was calling the nurse in every 10 minutes. She NEVER came. Stupid bitch.
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They didnt help me much either with latching it took until he was between 3-5 days(I cant remember) to latch. They were mean to me because i wasnt feeding him every 2 hrs because I was exhausted from being up so long amd i couldnt sleep with them coming in every hr. They tried keeping me another because he wasnt latching but I just wanted to home and sleep. I went back a few days later and meet with the lactation consultant and he magically started latching. A girl I went to school with gave birth 3 days before me there and had a shitty experience too. And they are the reason I had blood clots and had to have surgery they left me in labor for so long that some how it caused them. I would have probably been in labor way longer or possibly needed a csection if that nurse wouldn't have came in and highered my poticon.
strawberries wrote:Sounds like your time wasn't as enjoyable as it could of been. /: I hope any future pregnancies are times of joy & better staff lol. I remember trying to breastfeed & needed help latching. I was calling the nurse in every 10 minutes. She NEVER came. Stupid bitch.
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Some may be tmi..I wasn't able to eat for over 48 hrs after my csection. They don't let you eat solids until you pass gas. I lived off of Italian ice, jello, tea, broth, and water. I had breakfast Monday morning, went in monday afternoon, had csection Monday night, had my first real meal Wednesday afternoon.
I had such a hard time passing gas that it got built up and I had the WORST shoulder and neck pain. I was in tears all day Tuesday because of it. Even my pain medication and some pills to help gas didn't relieve anything. The shoulder pain was worse then my csection incision. I did lots of moving and walking that day to get things moving again. I was so fed up and wanted to eat real food, by that point I was starving and so tired..I was a total B to all of my visitors.
My fiancé kept going to the cafeteria to get food and would call me saying "they have this and this, can you eat yet?" I would yell at him and hang up on him. Poor guy, I have no idea how he delt with me at that point. Lol
Once I could eat, I pigged out! My friend brought snacks, my grandma brought Chinese, my fiancé had to run down and grab one of almost everything in the cafeteria. The hospital food wasn't the best, but after no food since Monday morning, I was willing to eat whatever they put in front of me by Wednesday afternoon.
I had such a hard time passing gas that it got built up and I had the WORST shoulder and neck pain. I was in tears all day Tuesday because of it. Even my pain medication and some pills to help gas didn't relieve anything. The shoulder pain was worse then my csection incision. I did lots of moving and walking that day to get things moving again. I was so fed up and wanted to eat real food, by that point I was starving and so tired..I was a total B to all of my visitors.
My fiancé kept going to the cafeteria to get food and would call me saying "they have this and this, can you eat yet?" I would yell at him and hang up on him. Poor guy, I have no idea how he delt with me at that point. Lol
Once I could eat, I pigged out! My friend brought snacks, my grandma brought Chinese, my fiancé had to run down and grab one of almost everything in the cafeteria. The hospital food wasn't the best, but after no food since Monday morning, I was willing to eat whatever they put in front of me by Wednesday afternoon.
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I was 38 weeks 4 days along when I went into labor. It happened on a Saturday night around 1 am. My boyfriend was playing Halo and I was fidgeting with my phone and I noticed little trickles in my uterus. Very faint contractions, not even sure if they were contractions. I started timing them and they were about 6 minutes apart and consistent.. (yet I felt as if I missed some in between since they felt like barley anything).
At around 6 am I decided to go in, the contractions were stronger (still felt fair) and 3 mins apart. I'm sure if I fell asleep early that night I could of slept through them.
I got to the hospital, they checked me.. I was 3.5 cm dilated. I walked for an hour, and didn't progress/dilate. So they sent me home and told me to come back when I was in excruciating pain, like couldn't walk/talk.
I had gotten home around 9 o'clock a.m. and fell asleep. I awoke around 6 that night with stronger contractions... so at this time I decided to go in again. My boyfriend had this for sure mentality that it wasn't time, only because I wasn't screaming in pain telling him to haul ass to the hospital like women do in movies.
When we got to the hospital I got checked again, still only 3.5 cm dilated. They suspected I was dehydrated so gave me ice/water. I puked it up within 20 mins, I'm the kind of person to vomit during cramps. They then decided to give me an IV and told me 1 of 2 things were going to happen. One was it was false labor and I was dehydrated so by giving me an IV it will hydrate me and make the contractions stop or two it was real labor and by giving me the IV to hydrate it would cause me to dilate and make my contractions stronger. They hooked me up and left me there for an hour.My contractions got stronger, and when the nurse came back I was dilated to 6.5-7 cms.
I got a room and relaxed...somewhat, being hooked to an IV pissed me off. I got my epidural around 10 p.m. Then waited and tried to relax. Got my waters broke at 5-6 a.m. Then at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning I was ready to push. I pushed for 13 mins and out came my daughter on March the 13th.
Then the fun beings....
About 4 hours after delivery I had to go to the bathroom. I had already gone once with help, so this time I could go by myself (somewhat). The main reason I felt I needed to go was because I felt as if I was leaking blood onto my bed. So I waddled to the bathroom with the help of my boyfriend and sat on the toilet. The amount of blood that came out of me was... words can't describe. And might I add just by pulling my bottoms down it was everywhere.. floor, sink, toilet, shower, somehow the mirror. As the flow of blood started to lighten up I felt relieved, as if something wasn't wrong with me at all. haha. But just then something started to come out of me, it was the size of a deflated football, and it just plopped into the toilet. Then I felt as if I was going to faint. I rang for the nurse and she came in and helped me, I was balling like a baby; I seriously thought I was going to die from hemorrhaging.
After she had helped me they did a little investigation and said my uterus was not contracting like it should. So it was not breaking up my uterine lining and such, hence the giant blood clot in the toilet bowl. So they gave me 4 shots over the course of staying there with pills. And everything seemed normal from then on.
Sadly because of this experience I don't want to have a home birth like I had wanted to. A birthing center even feels too risky for me.
And sorry for it being so long. I feel as if nobody will read this, haha. But I do enjoy writing.
At around 6 am I decided to go in, the contractions were stronger (still felt fair) and 3 mins apart. I'm sure if I fell asleep early that night I could of slept through them.
I got to the hospital, they checked me.. I was 3.5 cm dilated. I walked for an hour, and didn't progress/dilate. So they sent me home and told me to come back when I was in excruciating pain, like couldn't walk/talk.
I had gotten home around 9 o'clock a.m. and fell asleep. I awoke around 6 that night with stronger contractions... so at this time I decided to go in again. My boyfriend had this for sure mentality that it wasn't time, only because I wasn't screaming in pain telling him to haul ass to the hospital like women do in movies.
When we got to the hospital I got checked again, still only 3.5 cm dilated. They suspected I was dehydrated so gave me ice/water. I puked it up within 20 mins, I'm the kind of person to vomit during cramps. They then decided to give me an IV and told me 1 of 2 things were going to happen. One was it was false labor and I was dehydrated so by giving me an IV it will hydrate me and make the contractions stop or two it was real labor and by giving me the IV to hydrate it would cause me to dilate and make my contractions stronger. They hooked me up and left me there for an hour.My contractions got stronger, and when the nurse came back I was dilated to 6.5-7 cms.
I got a room and relaxed...somewhat, being hooked to an IV pissed me off. I got my epidural around 10 p.m. Then waited and tried to relax. Got my waters broke at 5-6 a.m. Then at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning I was ready to push. I pushed for 13 mins and out came my daughter on March the 13th.
Then the fun beings....
About 4 hours after delivery I had to go to the bathroom. I had already gone once with help, so this time I could go by myself (somewhat). The main reason I felt I needed to go was because I felt as if I was leaking blood onto my bed. So I waddled to the bathroom with the help of my boyfriend and sat on the toilet. The amount of blood that came out of me was... words can't describe. And might I add just by pulling my bottoms down it was everywhere.. floor, sink, toilet, shower, somehow the mirror. As the flow of blood started to lighten up I felt relieved, as if something wasn't wrong with me at all. haha. But just then something started to come out of me, it was the size of a deflated football, and it just plopped into the toilet. Then I felt as if I was going to faint. I rang for the nurse and she came in and helped me, I was balling like a baby; I seriously thought I was going to die from hemorrhaging.
After she had helped me they did a little investigation and said my uterus was not contracting like it should. So it was not breaking up my uterine lining and such, hence the giant blood clot in the toilet bowl. So they gave me 4 shots over the course of staying there with pills. And everything seemed normal from then on.
Sadly because of this experience I don't want to have a home birth like I had wanted to. A birthing center even feels too risky for me.
And sorry for it being so long. I feel as if nobody will read this, haha. But I do enjoy writing.
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Home births scare the crap out if me! Who knows what could happen? I wouldn't risk it. I would love to go to a birth center but I'm not sure if I can because my next child will be vbac.
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oh gosh, mine wasn't that bad i guess, it just seemed it to me at the time!
we were going to live at my parents for a while since where we live now it's two hours away from any friends or family. so my mom offered to help us out. however a couple of weeks before i was due i got into a row with my dad and was kicked out so we moved back home to the flat. scary since we had no way of getting to the hospital and we'd be on own own!
on the 5th october we were decorating the living room, getting ready for little amelia's arrival. my due date was the 7th so it was cutting it close but it was the only time tims dad could help us since he works a lot! i had felt nothing all day. no twinges nothing, just a couple of my normal braxton hicks.
then later that night, well early hours on the 6th, at about 2am i couldn't sleep. my 'bh's' were getting stronger. so i calmly woke up tim and said i think it's time. so we timed them, phoned the hospital and waited for them to get stronger and closer together. i also phoned my mom and told her Amelia was on her way. we were off to a good start! i was so excited to get the show on the road. i was dealing with the contractions really well.
they started getting closer so we decided to go in. we made sure we had everything in the bags and set off in a taxi to the hospital. again, things were going good! we got there and we were given a room and i was put on a monitor for a while to make sure she was okay, and i was 2cm with bulging waters. that was when we found out little one was back to back! causing me this horrible back pain! after a couple of hours we were moved to a birthing room. it was lovely in there! we were left too it and by this time my contractions were getting a lot worse. but i was coping well. tim was brilliant laying on the bean bag with be holding my hands and telling me how well i was doing during a contraction. however, this is when things went downhill. the midwife told me she heard an echo on Amelias heartbeat so i needed to be on the monitor the whole time so that left me confined to a bed, something i did not want. so we were moved to another room. just a standard one with just a bed and a chair for tim there. by this time i was so tired and so was tim due to no sleep, i couldn't eat as i felt so sick and in the end i begged my mom to come up with my sister, (who wanted to be my second birthing partner when i was at my parents) as some support for tim as he was getting upset and was super tired.
so they came up and my contractions were getting so horrible, the only way i could cope with them was on all fours with tim rubbing my lower back. (i ended up with friction burn from this!) and my mom told tim to go home and get some rest while they stayed with me. things stayed like this for a couple of hours. only i had some pethadine, (i didn't want any drugs, but boy did i change my mind!) and i had a tiny bit of sleep between contractions.
when tim came back and my mom and sister went home, (it was getting late.) we asked if we could go home. i was told that my labour could maybe stop so it was okay. at this point i was actually praying it would stop so i could rest up! so we got home at about 10pm and i had a bath and tried to sleep. but a couple of hours later i was feeling quite a strong pressure so we went in again.
i was 7cm, by waters still hadn't broken! i was so glad i could finally have an epidural! so my waters were broken and i was about to get one, however the midwife talked me out of it and finally gave me gas and air, but it didn't seem to be doing much at all! i was about 9cm at this point and was told to start pushing.
all hell broke loose. i was pushing for an hour and was getting no where, i was in so much pain, and i was so weak i was nearly passing out, the whole time i was begging for help. just to get her out of me. i was so desperate. but they told me i still had ages left to push. and i was being told i wasn't trying hard enough, and tim lost it then, shouting at them. (she was rather rude!) saying i was trying my hardest, and how i had, had no sleep or food for the past 30 or so hours. and that they should give me a break. (he said sorry after wards, he was just upset to see me suffering.) but it was getting too me. trying as hard as i could but getting no where. so i kept begging for help. in the end the midwife gave in and got the doctor and we decided on a forceps delivery. he was so nice, laughing and joking with me, making me feel calm. and as soon as the spinal block took effect, it was amazing, just so much relief. so yeah, i was all ready to go, and tim came in, and with two pushes Amelia-Rose jones came into the world on the 7th of october at 8.16am weighing 5lbs 15. right on her due date.
she was so tiny and had a mop of dark hair.
i guess it really wasn't that bad, but at the time it was the worst thing to happen to me. and for weeks afterwards i couldn't help but keep thinking about it and getting scared of doing it again.
but she was worth it. she really was.
and sorry for this being super long!
we were going to live at my parents for a while since where we live now it's two hours away from any friends or family. so my mom offered to help us out. however a couple of weeks before i was due i got into a row with my dad and was kicked out so we moved back home to the flat. scary since we had no way of getting to the hospital and we'd be on own own!
on the 5th october we were decorating the living room, getting ready for little amelia's arrival. my due date was the 7th so it was cutting it close but it was the only time tims dad could help us since he works a lot! i had felt nothing all day. no twinges nothing, just a couple of my normal braxton hicks.
then later that night, well early hours on the 6th, at about 2am i couldn't sleep. my 'bh's' were getting stronger. so i calmly woke up tim and said i think it's time. so we timed them, phoned the hospital and waited for them to get stronger and closer together. i also phoned my mom and told her Amelia was on her way. we were off to a good start! i was so excited to get the show on the road. i was dealing with the contractions really well.
they started getting closer so we decided to go in. we made sure we had everything in the bags and set off in a taxi to the hospital. again, things were going good! we got there and we were given a room and i was put on a monitor for a while to make sure she was okay, and i was 2cm with bulging waters. that was when we found out little one was back to back! causing me this horrible back pain! after a couple of hours we were moved to a birthing room. it was lovely in there! we were left too it and by this time my contractions were getting a lot worse. but i was coping well. tim was brilliant laying on the bean bag with be holding my hands and telling me how well i was doing during a contraction. however, this is when things went downhill. the midwife told me she heard an echo on Amelias heartbeat so i needed to be on the monitor the whole time so that left me confined to a bed, something i did not want. so we were moved to another room. just a standard one with just a bed and a chair for tim there. by this time i was so tired and so was tim due to no sleep, i couldn't eat as i felt so sick and in the end i begged my mom to come up with my sister, (who wanted to be my second birthing partner when i was at my parents) as some support for tim as he was getting upset and was super tired.
so they came up and my contractions were getting so horrible, the only way i could cope with them was on all fours with tim rubbing my lower back. (i ended up with friction burn from this!) and my mom told tim to go home and get some rest while they stayed with me. things stayed like this for a couple of hours. only i had some pethadine, (i didn't want any drugs, but boy did i change my mind!) and i had a tiny bit of sleep between contractions.
when tim came back and my mom and sister went home, (it was getting late.) we asked if we could go home. i was told that my labour could maybe stop so it was okay. at this point i was actually praying it would stop so i could rest up! so we got home at about 10pm and i had a bath and tried to sleep. but a couple of hours later i was feeling quite a strong pressure so we went in again.
i was 7cm, by waters still hadn't broken! i was so glad i could finally have an epidural! so my waters were broken and i was about to get one, however the midwife talked me out of it and finally gave me gas and air, but it didn't seem to be doing much at all! i was about 9cm at this point and was told to start pushing.
all hell broke loose. i was pushing for an hour and was getting no where, i was in so much pain, and i was so weak i was nearly passing out, the whole time i was begging for help. just to get her out of me. i was so desperate. but they told me i still had ages left to push. and i was being told i wasn't trying hard enough, and tim lost it then, shouting at them. (she was rather rude!) saying i was trying my hardest, and how i had, had no sleep or food for the past 30 or so hours. and that they should give me a break. (he said sorry after wards, he was just upset to see me suffering.) but it was getting too me. trying as hard as i could but getting no where. so i kept begging for help. in the end the midwife gave in and got the doctor and we decided on a forceps delivery. he was so nice, laughing and joking with me, making me feel calm. and as soon as the spinal block took effect, it was amazing, just so much relief. so yeah, i was all ready to go, and tim came in, and with two pushes Amelia-Rose jones came into the world on the 7th of october at 8.16am weighing 5lbs 15. right on her due date.
she was so tiny and had a mop of dark hair.
i guess it really wasn't that bad, but at the time it was the worst thing to happen to me. and for weeks afterwards i couldn't help but keep thinking about it and getting scared of doing it again.
but she was worth it. she really was.
and sorry for this being super long!
mother to a gorgeous baby girl Amelia-Rose 
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I love her namel I feel the same way that it was horrible but not at the same time lolladydevimon wrote:oh gosh, mine wasn't that bad i guess, it just seemed it to me at the time!
we were going to live at my parents for a while since where we live now it's two hours away from any friends or family. so my mom offered to help us out. however a couple of weeks before i was due i got into a row with my dad and was kicked out so we moved back home to the flat. scary since we had no way of getting to the hospital and we'd be on own own!
on the 5th october we were decorating the living room, getting ready for little amelia's arrival. my due date was the 7th so it was cutting it close but it was the only time tims dad could help us since he works a lot! i had felt nothing all day. no twinges nothing, just a couple of my normal braxton hicks.
then later that night, well early hours on the 6th, at about 2am i couldn't sleep. my 'bh's' were getting stronger. so i calmly woke up tim and said i think it's time. so we timed them, phoned the hospital and waited for them to get stronger and closer together. i also phoned my mom and told her Amelia was on her way. we were off to a good start! i was so excited to get the show on the road. i was dealing with the contractions really well.
they started getting closer so we decided to go in. we made sure we had everything in the bags and set off in a taxi to the hospital. again, things were going good! we got there and we were given a room and i was put on a monitor for a while to make sure she was okay, and i was 2cm with bulging waters. that was when we found out little one was back to back! causing me this horrible back pain! after a couple of hours we were moved to a birthing room. it was lovely in there! we were left too it and by this time my contractions were getting a lot worse. but i was coping well. tim was brilliant laying on the bean bag with be holding my hands and telling me how well i was doing during a contraction. however, this is when things went downhill. the midwife told me she heard an echo on Amelias heartbeat so i needed to be on the monitor the whole time so that left me confined to a bed, something i did not want. so we were moved to another room. just a standard one with just a bed and a chair for tim there. by this time i was so tired and so was tim due to no sleep, i couldn't eat as i felt so sick and in the end i begged my mom to come up with my sister, (who wanted to be my second birthing partner when i was at my parents) as some support for tim as he was getting upset and was super tired.
so they came up and my contractions were getting so horrible, the only way i could cope with them was on all fours with tim rubbing my lower back. (i ended up with friction burn from this!) and my mom told tim to go home and get some rest while they stayed with me. things stayed like this for a couple of hours. only i had some pethadine, (i didn't want any drugs, but boy did i change my mind!) and i had a tiny bit of sleep between contractions.
when tim came back and my mom and sister went home, (it was getting late.) we asked if we could go home. i was told that my labour could maybe stop so it was okay. at this point i was actually praying it would stop so i could rest up! so we got home at about 10pm and i had a bath and tried to sleep. but a couple of hours later i was feeling quite a strong pressure so we went in again.
i was 7cm, by waters still hadn't broken! i was so glad i could finally have an epidural! so my waters were broken and i was about to get one, however the midwife talked me out of it and finally gave me gas and air, but it didn't seem to be doing much at all! i was about 9cm at this point and was told to start pushing.
all hell broke loose. i was pushing for an hour and was getting no where, i was in so much pain, and i was so weak i was nearly passing out, the whole time i was begging for help. just to get her out of me. i was so desperate. but they told me i still had ages left to push. and i was being told i wasn't trying hard enough, and tim lost it then, shouting at them. (she was rather rude!) saying i was trying my hardest, and how i had, had no sleep or food for the past 30 or so hours. and that they should give me a break. (he said sorry after wards, he was just upset to see me suffering.) but it was getting too me. trying as hard as i could but getting no where. so i kept begging for help. in the end the midwife gave in and got the doctor and we decided on a forceps delivery. he was so nice, laughing and joking with me, making me feel calm. and as soon as the spinal block took effect, it was amazing, just so much relief. so yeah, i was all ready to go, and tim came in, and with two pushes Amelia-Rose jones came into the world on the 7th of october at 8.16am weighing 5lbs 15. right on her due date.
she was so tiny and had a mop of dark hair.
i guess it really wasn't that bad, but at the time it was the worst thing to happen to me. and for weeks afterwards i couldn't help but keep thinking about it and getting scared of doing it again.
but she was worth it. she really was.
and sorry for this being super long!
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I'll try keep mine short cause I'm on my phone...
With my first my waters broke when I got out of bed at 35+4, it was a slow leak and I googled it and Google said I should start getting contractions within 24 hours so I just went about my business waiting for contractions to set it, nothing. So the next day after it had been 24 hours I rang my midwife (I didn't know at the time that I was at risk of an infection, google neglected to tell me that and it being my first I was nieve lol) anyway my midwife told me to go into the hospital, so we made the 45 min drive to the hospital, I was put into triage and put on monitors and checked over and all of that, I was having minor contractions that the monitors picked up but I still couldn't feel any and I was 1cm dilated. I was in triage for a few hours while they checked me and got a room ready, that was annoying. Finally I was put into a labour room and hooked up to the drip, they induced me because I wasn't progressing and my water had been broken for like 36 hours by this point. I had to be constantly hooked up to the monitors which sucked. I was induced at 9:12pm, the contractions hit pretty quickly but they were bare able up until about 4am, so I got a morphine shot in my butt cheek, most amazing thing ever! so I kind of slept for the next few hours, could still feel the contractions but they weren't as bad. Fast forward a few hours the morphine wore off and I wanted another one, they checked me at about 8:45am and was 8cm so the doc signed off on another shot of morphine, the midwife went to get the needle as soon as she left the room I instantly felt the most intense pressure in my butt and knew I needed to push, I freaked out because 2 seconds before they had checked and I was only at 8 and no midwife in the room so my fiancé ran into the hall and was like "help!!" Lol. Midwife came in checked me again, which hurt like a bitch! 2 pushes later and my son was born at 9:12am on July 31 2011. Exactly 12 hours after my induction to the minute. Crazy! Brax Ryan was born at 35+6 weeks at 6pd 4oz and perfectly healthy
My second was slightly more dramatic. Once again my stupid water broke getting out of bed at 5:30am at 33+2. Much slower leak this time, it was barely anything so I wasn't even sure it was my water until later that afternoon when it sped up and I knew. My fiancé worked away at the time 2 weeks away one week at home and he was away, he had only gone back to work 2 days before, so i dropped brax off at a friends house and went to the hospital to be checked and make sure it was my water. This hospital annoyed me. I had to wait an hour to see a doctor (you'd think being 7 weeks early you'd be seen a little sooner lol) and then they checked me, confirmed it was my waters, this hospital doesn't take births before 36 weeks so I had to be transferred (to the hospital brax was born at so that suited me fine) they wanted to send me in an ambulance but I didn't have my bag packed or with me, I'm so smart lol, so I was discharged from one hospital and the other hospital was told I was coming, I drove home and packed my bag, took the rubbish out and drove myself 45 mins to the hospital (once again I didn't have contractions when my water broke). I got to the hospital at about 10:30pm, was checked and all of that, because I was 33 weeks they decided to admit me, give me steroid injections for her lungs and put me on antibiotics and wait to see if I would go into labour naturally or if she would go into distress or if I would get an infection before they induced me. Better in than out at that point. So I was in hospital Friday night to Sunday just hanging out. Sunday afternoon I realised I hadn't felt her move in hours, not all day, i hadn't really noticed all day because I was on 2 hourly obs and they always put the Doppler on and i had heard her heartbeat all day long. Told the midwife and she put the monitors on, her heartbeat was good but the monitor wasn't really picking up movements, small ones but nothing like they should be. Because her heart rate was good they left me on the monitors overnight and was on half hourly obs (doesn't make for a good sleep!) and was sent for an ultrasound first thing in the morning. The ultrasound showed her heart rate was good but still barely any movements, that was sent to the doc and he decided I needed to be induced because that's a sign of distress. I rang my fiancé and his boss put him on the first flight home (he had stayed at work because we didn't know how long I would be in hospital for and we needed the money, our friend and my sister took the role of having brax) so the doc let me hold of my induction until my fiancé got there, unless of course she showed signs of more distress. My fiancé was due to land at 4pm, so at 3:30 I was taken down to labour and delivery and they did my IV and prepped me up for my induction, my fiancé arrived just as they were starting my drip at 5:30pm Labour progressed quickly, I was already 4cm when they started the drip and contractions kicked in with a vengeance like as soon as that drip started. The midwife I had annoyed me, I felt a lot of pressure in my butt and felt like I needed to poop every contraction I had and I kept saying I need to go to the toilet, I need to go to the toilet and the midwife was like oh it's just the baby. I think she was too lazy to unhook the monitor for me to go to the toilet. After I said I needed to poop for like the 50th time my fiancé was like just let her get up and go to the friggen toilet! Anyway my contractions were close together and intense so I was like give me morphine! (I had been in labour 1hr 15mins) so they checked me I was still 4cm, I was unhooked to go to the toilet and the nurse got my needle. I was in the toilet for probs 5 mins, the nurse came back with my needle and they checked me again (because morphine takes 1 hour to hit the baby and 4 hours to leave the system and because she was prem and it can make the baby sleepy when born they wanted to be sure it would either not hit her or be out of my system before she would be born) when they checked me again I was still 4cm, they gave me the shot the nurse said give it 10 mins to set in, she left to do some paperwork at the nurses station just next to my room. My contractions went friggen nuts, they hit so hard and so close together, it was so intense and so painful. Then i felt that need to push. The morphine hadn't even had time to set in yet. I was a bit of a screamer cause I freaked out because not even 10 mins ago I was told I was 4cm and now I needed to push. Nurse heard me and came back in, checked me and I was 10. All these doctors rushed in. 3 pushes later at 7:06pm on 22 April 2013 Harper Tegan was born at 33+5, 4pd 9oz.
Harper was placed on my chest for about 5 mins and then the docs took her down to NICU & put her on a drip and antibiotics and a feeding tube. She was in hospital for 10 days, she only had minor problems. And now is 7 months and a serial whinger lol.
With my first my waters broke when I got out of bed at 35+4, it was a slow leak and I googled it and Google said I should start getting contractions within 24 hours so I just went about my business waiting for contractions to set it, nothing. So the next day after it had been 24 hours I rang my midwife (I didn't know at the time that I was at risk of an infection, google neglected to tell me that and it being my first I was nieve lol) anyway my midwife told me to go into the hospital, so we made the 45 min drive to the hospital, I was put into triage and put on monitors and checked over and all of that, I was having minor contractions that the monitors picked up but I still couldn't feel any and I was 1cm dilated. I was in triage for a few hours while they checked me and got a room ready, that was annoying. Finally I was put into a labour room and hooked up to the drip, they induced me because I wasn't progressing and my water had been broken for like 36 hours by this point. I had to be constantly hooked up to the monitors which sucked. I was induced at 9:12pm, the contractions hit pretty quickly but they were bare able up until about 4am, so I got a morphine shot in my butt cheek, most amazing thing ever! so I kind of slept for the next few hours, could still feel the contractions but they weren't as bad. Fast forward a few hours the morphine wore off and I wanted another one, they checked me at about 8:45am and was 8cm so the doc signed off on another shot of morphine, the midwife went to get the needle as soon as she left the room I instantly felt the most intense pressure in my butt and knew I needed to push, I freaked out because 2 seconds before they had checked and I was only at 8 and no midwife in the room so my fiancé ran into the hall and was like "help!!" Lol. Midwife came in checked me again, which hurt like a bitch! 2 pushes later and my son was born at 9:12am on July 31 2011. Exactly 12 hours after my induction to the minute. Crazy! Brax Ryan was born at 35+6 weeks at 6pd 4oz and perfectly healthy
My second was slightly more dramatic. Once again my stupid water broke getting out of bed at 5:30am at 33+2. Much slower leak this time, it was barely anything so I wasn't even sure it was my water until later that afternoon when it sped up and I knew. My fiancé worked away at the time 2 weeks away one week at home and he was away, he had only gone back to work 2 days before, so i dropped brax off at a friends house and went to the hospital to be checked and make sure it was my water. This hospital annoyed me. I had to wait an hour to see a doctor (you'd think being 7 weeks early you'd be seen a little sooner lol) and then they checked me, confirmed it was my waters, this hospital doesn't take births before 36 weeks so I had to be transferred (to the hospital brax was born at so that suited me fine) they wanted to send me in an ambulance but I didn't have my bag packed or with me, I'm so smart lol, so I was discharged from one hospital and the other hospital was told I was coming, I drove home and packed my bag, took the rubbish out and drove myself 45 mins to the hospital (once again I didn't have contractions when my water broke). I got to the hospital at about 10:30pm, was checked and all of that, because I was 33 weeks they decided to admit me, give me steroid injections for her lungs and put me on antibiotics and wait to see if I would go into labour naturally or if she would go into distress or if I would get an infection before they induced me. Better in than out at that point. So I was in hospital Friday night to Sunday just hanging out. Sunday afternoon I realised I hadn't felt her move in hours, not all day, i hadn't really noticed all day because I was on 2 hourly obs and they always put the Doppler on and i had heard her heartbeat all day long. Told the midwife and she put the monitors on, her heartbeat was good but the monitor wasn't really picking up movements, small ones but nothing like they should be. Because her heart rate was good they left me on the monitors overnight and was on half hourly obs (doesn't make for a good sleep!) and was sent for an ultrasound first thing in the morning. The ultrasound showed her heart rate was good but still barely any movements, that was sent to the doc and he decided I needed to be induced because that's a sign of distress. I rang my fiancé and his boss put him on the first flight home (he had stayed at work because we didn't know how long I would be in hospital for and we needed the money, our friend and my sister took the role of having brax) so the doc let me hold of my induction until my fiancé got there, unless of course she showed signs of more distress. My fiancé was due to land at 4pm, so at 3:30 I was taken down to labour and delivery and they did my IV and prepped me up for my induction, my fiancé arrived just as they were starting my drip at 5:30pm Labour progressed quickly, I was already 4cm when they started the drip and contractions kicked in with a vengeance like as soon as that drip started. The midwife I had annoyed me, I felt a lot of pressure in my butt and felt like I needed to poop every contraction I had and I kept saying I need to go to the toilet, I need to go to the toilet and the midwife was like oh it's just the baby. I think she was too lazy to unhook the monitor for me to go to the toilet. After I said I needed to poop for like the 50th time my fiancé was like just let her get up and go to the friggen toilet! Anyway my contractions were close together and intense so I was like give me morphine! (I had been in labour 1hr 15mins) so they checked me I was still 4cm, I was unhooked to go to the toilet and the nurse got my needle. I was in the toilet for probs 5 mins, the nurse came back with my needle and they checked me again (because morphine takes 1 hour to hit the baby and 4 hours to leave the system and because she was prem and it can make the baby sleepy when born they wanted to be sure it would either not hit her or be out of my system before she would be born) when they checked me again I was still 4cm, they gave me the shot the nurse said give it 10 mins to set in, she left to do some paperwork at the nurses station just next to my room. My contractions went friggen nuts, they hit so hard and so close together, it was so intense and so painful. Then i felt that need to push. The morphine hadn't even had time to set in yet. I was a bit of a screamer cause I freaked out because not even 10 mins ago I was told I was 4cm and now I needed to push. Nurse heard me and came back in, checked me and I was 10. All these doctors rushed in. 3 pushes later at 7:06pm on 22 April 2013 Harper Tegan was born at 33+5, 4pd 9oz.
Harper was placed on my chest for about 5 mins and then the docs took her down to NICU & put her on a drip and antibiotics and a feeding tube. She was in hospital for 10 days, she only had minor problems. And now is 7 months and a serial whinger lol.
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I love your babies names! My sister wanted to name my oldest niece Tegen . Harper and Brax are great names.
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Love birth stories, here is both of mine. Went to the dr for a weekly visit it was a Thursday and the dr told me I was 1cm dialated and that my plug was coming out. So we went home and waited it out I got contractions all night and In the morning my husband called in saying he wasn't going to work. My contractions got worse I had a shower at about 9 ish we got ready went to the hospital they checked me in, I filled out some forms. They checked my cervix and I was 3 cm so they took me to a delivery room. I got a iv with pain medication and slept for a bit. When I got to six cm I asked for a epidural and the dr came a bit after to give me one. After that I relaxed and then around 6ish they broke my water and a bit after that the nurses wanted me to practice pushing cause I was getting close. around 7 I was 10 cm the dr came and after about 3 or four pushes my baby girl was out she was born on February 9, 2007 at 7:20. She was 7 pounds and 20 ounces and perfect. We called and texted everyone.my mother in law and hubby helped me labor and I watched her come out with mirror. I had to be sewed because i broke down there lol. We stayed for a few days the day we left it was rainy. She is six now can't believe it.
With my second she was a week early. It was a Tuesday I woke up and I was bleeding and I called the dr office. They said just to pay attention so we stayed home and my contractions continued to get worse. At about 12ish we went to get pizza we went home and I tried to eat and watched netflix. And my contractions got worse. So we let my parents know and my husbands work. At about 5ish we went for a walk to progress labor. We came back and labor was very painful so we called the dr and they said to come in if it gets closer and more painful. So around 7ish we dropped our oldest off and made our way to the hospital. When we got there they put us in. Room right away. The on call dr and a resident came and checked me and I was already 7 cms. They asked what pain relief I wanted. And I tried the nitrogen gas, it didn't work and I had a shower. And I was still in pain so around 12 midnight and at 8 cm I got the epdurial. He had. Hard time putting in the needle but he got it. At around 3 in the morning I was 10 cm I pushed a few times I pooped which was gross. At 3:20 we had her. We didn't know if it was a boy or girl so it was exciting when they said it was a baby girl. She was born on September 28 2011 and weighed 7 pounds one ounce. Perfect baby. I bled a bit and they had to sew me down there again.
With my second she was a week early. It was a Tuesday I woke up and I was bleeding and I called the dr office. They said just to pay attention so we stayed home and my contractions continued to get worse. At about 12ish we went to get pizza we went home and I tried to eat and watched netflix. And my contractions got worse. So we let my parents know and my husbands work. At about 5ish we went for a walk to progress labor. We came back and labor was very painful so we called the dr and they said to come in if it gets closer and more painful. So around 7ish we dropped our oldest off and made our way to the hospital. When we got there they put us in. Room right away. The on call dr and a resident came and checked me and I was already 7 cms. They asked what pain relief I wanted. And I tried the nitrogen gas, it didn't work and I had a shower. And I was still in pain so around 12 midnight and at 8 cm I got the epdurial. He had. Hard time putting in the needle but he got it. At around 3 in the morning I was 10 cm I pushed a few times I pooped which was gross. At 3:20 we had her. We didn't know if it was a boy or girl so it was exciting when they said it was a baby girl. She was born on September 28 2011 and weighed 7 pounds one ounce. Perfect baby. I bled a bit and they had to sew me down there again.
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Re: Birth stories.
My SHORT story lol
Had a great Christmas came home at 9pm from my in laws had so many gifts they had to bring them to my house an hour or two after I had made it home, heavily pregnant was not about to haul all that shit lol ...and my husband is a truck driver and was working that night anyway had a issue urinating -__- baby was soo low he was restricting urine flow which was super painful and scary, went to the ER at 12 the L&D nurse acted like I was just there wasting her and my own time which pissed me off because what is someone supposed to do with needing to pee and not being able to? moving on lol the monitors showed I was contracting which was surprising since I felt nothing the nurse then checked me and said I was 4cm which also shocked me since I was stuck at 1cm for over a week
they told me I was having a baby at 2am
took me to a birthing room right away and broke my water (which is painful ugh) started feeling the contractions right away after that
had my epidural done at 6am which is traumatic super painful and it is sooo hard to sit still with your chin to your chest while you are having hard contractions, I did not do well so it did not work.. had to have it done all over again (my back still hurts from my epi's)
slept for 5 hours, was soo tired
woke up at 11 something and was stretched to 9cm
had to wait for my Dr which was super hard with all the pressure and being told not to push after the practice pushing..he took forever to come to my room
pushed for 12 mins
and out came my son at 5lbs 13oz which was surprising
soo tiny I was 39+6 when he was born too but yeah just tiny lol he is the love of my life
Had a great Christmas came home at 9pm from my in laws had so many gifts they had to bring them to my house an hour or two after I had made it home, heavily pregnant was not about to haul all that shit lol ...and my husband is a truck driver and was working that night anyway had a issue urinating -__- baby was soo low he was restricting urine flow which was super painful and scary, went to the ER at 12 the L&D nurse acted like I was just there wasting her and my own time which pissed me off because what is someone supposed to do with needing to pee and not being able to? moving on lol the monitors showed I was contracting which was surprising since I felt nothing the nurse then checked me and said I was 4cm which also shocked me since I was stuck at 1cm for over a week
they told me I was having a baby at 2am
took me to a birthing room right away and broke my water (which is painful ugh) started feeling the contractions right away after that
had my epidural done at 6am which is traumatic super painful and it is sooo hard to sit still with your chin to your chest while you are having hard contractions, I did not do well so it did not work.. had to have it done all over again (my back still hurts from my epi's)
slept for 5 hours, was soo tired
woke up at 11 something and was stretched to 9cm
had to wait for my Dr which was super hard with all the pressure and being told not to push after the practice pushing..he took forever to come to my room
pushed for 12 mins
and out came my son at 5lbs 13oz which was surprising
soo tiny I was 39+6 when he was born too but yeah just tiny lol he is the love of my life baby # 2 due early 2015 ..fingers crossed for PINK!!
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Re: Birth stories.
Our son was a preemie, born at 35 weeks.
I woke up at 6am in the morning with my water broken. 15 minutes later contractions came. By 7 we made it to the hospital, I kept telling the receptionist at the desk that I needed to pee (later I realized I was in transition at the time), and she said I had to wait until the nurses came down as they didn't want me to have the baby in the bathroom.
Finally a nurse came, I was able to use the restroom, they put the monitors on my stomach then checked for dilation. At this point I was still very calm, so the nurses were taking their sweet time, for me, the contractions weren't too terribly painful, just uncomfortable. When the nurse checked for dilation she popped her head up and said surprisingly, "Oh my god you are 8cms dilated! You are going to have this baby right now!"
She very quickly pushed me in the L&D room, where it very quickly filled up with nurses and NICU nurses as the Dr had not made it to the hospital yet. By this time contractions became stronger, and despite having registered at the hospital a few weeks prior, they couldn't find my info. So between contractions I was signing papers, begging for water, and before I knew it I was pushing.
At 8:15am, after 15 minutes of pushing, our son was born, the Dr made it to deliver the placenta. He was 4lbs 10ozs and 18 inches long, he stayed in the NICU for 17 days, and is now a healthy and active 2 year old.
I am currently 38 weeks pregnant with our 2nd, we are having a girl this go around. My OBGYN has had me on the progesterone shots which have kept our little one in to full term. Now it is just a waiting game to see when she comes. I am a very petite person, and the baby is measuring below the 10th percentile so on the 25th of February, if I do not have her by then, I will be induced as she is not thriving in the womb. Due to all the stress and complications we've went through with this pregnancy, my husband and I have decided this will be our last.
I woke up at 6am in the morning with my water broken. 15 minutes later contractions came. By 7 we made it to the hospital, I kept telling the receptionist at the desk that I needed to pee (later I realized I was in transition at the time), and she said I had to wait until the nurses came down as they didn't want me to have the baby in the bathroom.
Finally a nurse came, I was able to use the restroom, they put the monitors on my stomach then checked for dilation. At this point I was still very calm, so the nurses were taking their sweet time, for me, the contractions weren't too terribly painful, just uncomfortable. When the nurse checked for dilation she popped her head up and said surprisingly, "Oh my god you are 8cms dilated! You are going to have this baby right now!"
She very quickly pushed me in the L&D room, where it very quickly filled up with nurses and NICU nurses as the Dr had not made it to the hospital yet. By this time contractions became stronger, and despite having registered at the hospital a few weeks prior, they couldn't find my info. So between contractions I was signing papers, begging for water, and before I knew it I was pushing.
At 8:15am, after 15 minutes of pushing, our son was born, the Dr made it to deliver the placenta.
He was 4lbs 10ozs and 18 inches long, he stayed in the NICU for 17 days, and is now a healthy and active 2 year old.I am currently 38 weeks pregnant with our 2nd, we are having a girl this go around. My OBGYN has had me on the progesterone shots which have kept our little one in to full term. Now it is just a waiting game to see when she comes. I am a very petite person, and the baby is measuring below the 10th percentile so on the 25th of February, if I do not have her by then, I will be induced as she is not thriving in the womb. Due to all the stress and complications we've went through with this pregnancy, my husband and I have decided this will be our last.
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