And Baby Makes 6

The first thing I did when I arrived in the Labor and Delivery room was ask for Nubian and my epidural.  I'd been in pain long enough, and I don't tolerate pain well.  I was nervous for the epidural, because my third caused me pain for well over a year.  I mean, you've got to warn a girl right before you stab her in the back, right?  But the gentleman who did my epidural was kind, and quick.  The Nubian helped.

With as intense as my contractions had been the last few weeks, I'd really hoped things would move quickly.  They did not.

After two hours the nurse checked me; only at 6.  But she expressed concern to the doctor about how the baby was sitting, suggesting that if my water broke the placenta might drop and or the baby would get wrapped around the cord.  I really wish the doctor had expressed that concern to me privately, instead of the nurse telling her right in front of me, because it freaked me out.  Still I was only at 6cm at 4am.  And of course, after my water broke, the concerns started to become reality.  Baby's heart rate began to drop.  So they gave me Pitocin and extra fluids and we prayed that things would move quickly.  By 6am I was at 8cm

Around 6:50am, as shift change was beginning, I was being introduced to my new nurses.  They asked how I felt and I told her there was a lot of pressure.  She checked me around 7:15, then went into almost panic mode - the baby was not only ready to come out, but was on it's way out.

Two teams of nurses were prepping the room for delivery.  I woke up my husband, who had slept the whole night; I told him to grab a coffee because it was go time.  It took him a few minutes to fully comprehend what was happening.

Going into delivery, he still did not know what we were having, he was getting excited to finally meet our little trouble maker.  Just after 7:30, I was pushing.  It was at that first "push" from the nurse that I started freaking out.  Should I be pushing?  Shouldn't we be having a c-section?  Is the baby going to be ok?  It was too late now, time to push.

I don't remember having that many people there with me when I was delivering the other 3, but having 2 pairs of nurses, the doctor, the resident, and my husband there all encouraging me made this delivery seem so much easier.  After 10 minutes and 3 rounds of pushes, I heard that cry.   They put the baby on my chest, and showed me the knot in the cord while my husband cut it.

It was so surreal… Did this really just happen?  Do I really have a new baby in my arms?  What were we thinking?  Can we do this again?  And then I looked at that face.  My little miracle.

Back in January, when the doctors told me I had a 40% chance of delivering, our Pastor and his family came to pray with us.  He said pick a date, so I chose April 2nd.  And on April 2nd at 7:44am, 6 lbs, 9oz, 19 1/2 inches, our healthy baby boy was born.

I looked up at Steve, and there was a mist in his eye.  Our family was complete.

Is it FINALLY time?

37 weeks

I woke up Sunday feeling run down.  Perhaps it's because Saturday was such an eventful day: my daughters' bible quiz tournament was here in town, so I was finally able to watch them compete.  They got 2nd place.

I started feeling nauseous, but not really getting sick.  I just wanted to sleep.

Monday I felt worse and was getting sick, so I worked from home.    No one needs to see a pregnant woman getting sick.  I wasn't contracting as much, which was a plus.

Tuesday, April 1, my husband decided to play a joke:

 

It made a few people mad, including me.

I decided some fresh air was in order, maybe that would help with the nausea.  So I went for a casual walk at my neighborhood park.  Went home, and then the "fun" started.

I'd never experienced my water breaking naturally; it was broken for me when I was induced with Samantha, and then it happened after epidural with Emmalee and Steven, so I didn't know what it would feel like.  I'd been told it would be a gush or a trickle, but I also know babies can put pressure on a bladder and cause the same trickle feeling.

I went about my day as usual, but after a few hours I called my doctor; I didn't want to have to go to the hospital for nothing.  Of course she wasn't there, and the other doctors in the office were too busy.  By this point its after 3pm, I have my three kids and husband is working… so I call and have him come home early.

He dropped me off, he figured it was another false alarm, and told me to call when I was released.

First thing we noticed was baby's heart rate was high.  I mean, really high.  The nurse, who was probably the best nurse we'd had, was very proactive.  After the initial test showed that my water did not break, and that I was still only at 3cm dilated, she suggested a few more to the young resident who was seeing me.  As they were prepping for these test, suddenly I felt a gush… but it wasn't my amniotic fluid, it was blood.  OK, now we're in critical mode.

The doctor on call was not available, so a senior resident was brought it.  Baby's heart rate was still high, but slowing down.  We did ultrasounds to check fluid levels and umbilical cord placement.  Everything was normal.  At this point, my husband is back and trying to calm me down. After being there for almost 3 hours, they check me again… 5cm!  Hallelujah it's time!  

When Nothing Helps

36 Weeks

Nothing has stopped the contractions.  Nothing has caused me to go into full labor.  Nothing is helping the Hyperemesis that has returned.

(Again, almost 4cm at my last appointment, 90%.)

I don't have much of an appetite now, and if I have to much to drink I feel all swishy.  I hadn't really gotten sick since my visit to the hospital 3 weeks ago, but now it's back.

The baby goes through times of a lot of sleep, no movement, which scared me.  Then she/he gets all frantic and every slight movement is painful.

It feels as though the baby is sitting sideways… at this point he/she should have their head down, and back to my front.  But it's back is to my right side, and it's feet kicking my left.  This kid has always favored my right side…

Perhaps if this kids were to get into the right position, everything would move along.  I sit up as straight as possible, I sit on the exercise ball, I lay on my left side, I lean up against walls.  This kid is being stubborn.

I've been taking the Evening Primerose Oil (Omega-6). I replaced my Omega-3 with it.  It sits better with me, doesn't cause the heartburn that the Omega-3 did.  And if it will help bring on labor, great!

Can I Really Handle This?

35 Weeks

I went to my doctor on Thursday las week, and was 3, "maybe 4" centimeters dilated.  She told me that she was on call Monday and the following Sunday, and if I went in, she'd probably be able to help move things along.

Well, she didn't.

I went through the weekend, expecting things to be progressing.  I walked as much as I could, drank my Raspberry Leaf tea as often as I could.  Got my maternity leave stuff done for work.

I wanted to go in on Sunday, but decided to wait.

Monday morning, I said goodbye to the kids as they got on the bus, they were excited to think that they'd be able to give me "proper hugs" soon.

Hubby and I went walking around the mall for a bit, just to really get things going.  Of course I was already contracting, but I wanted to be sure baby was really ready to come out.  I think we were annoying some of the regular walkers, because of the frequent stops I was making.  Sorry.

I was still at 3cm, but could be "stretched" to 4cm (sorry, TMI).  She let me walk around for an hour, hoping it would make a difference.  We walked around the first floor for I don't know how long, stopping every other minute.  Surprisingly, we were only asked one time if we were OK and if I needed a wheel chair.  We kindly told the doctor, no, I need to walk.  Did she not see my belly?

When we got back to my bed, the contractions were crazy.  I mean, crazy.  Resting point 0, maxing out at 127 (whatever that means) and lasting about 90 seconds, every 2 minutes.  According to the nurse, that's what she sees when a woman is ready to push.  And when my doctor checked me… no change.  I was crying in pain.  She could see on my face that sending me home like that was not going to happen.  So she admitted me.

I think she was really hoping that something was going to happen that afternoon.  I wonder if that's why she sent a resident to check me, because in the past they'd incorrectly stated that I was more dilated than I really was, so she could in fact move things along…

Thankfully the Nubain helped a bit, but boy these contractions hurt.  My back hurt, my front hurt, everything hurt.   After 3 doses, the contractions started to become irregular.  Didn't go away, didn't become less intense, but spacing out more.

When the doctor came in to check me in the morning, there had been no change, so I was discharged.  I started to bawl my eyes out.  How the heck am I suppose to go another month like this?  It's to a point where I can't concentrate on ANYTHING.  Watching TV, listening to music, helping my kids with homework, folding laundry… Nothing distracts me, and in everything I do I need a "break" every couple of minutes.  I mean, even writing this, I've been working on it for over an hour.

At this point, our biggest fear is when everything really starts, it will happen so fast that I can't get to the hospital in time.

Hospital Visit #4

34 Weeks

At my doctor's appointment this week, it was a family affair.  Kids had a snow day (WHY!?!?) and my husband wanted to come to the appointment, plus he didn't want me driving in my condition.

I love my doctor, she's been very strong for me.  She declared me 3cm and 80%, a jump from 1+cm and 60% two days ago.  She could see I was in pain, so she gave me a prescription for Tylenol w/ codeine to help me rest.  She's happy that I've made it this far, as am I.

The next day wasn't as forgiving.  The pain was worse, and the pills didn't do too much.  But I didn't want to go in unless I had to, so I went walking.  I ran errands.  I tried to move around as much as I could.  Let's just make this happen!

And when the pressure started, we went in.

It was late, but I didn't care.  Again, another resident.  Again, she didn't understand why I stopped the Procardia.  She checked me, no change from yesterday, but they wanted to observe me for 24 hours.  So I stayed.

They had a Fetal Monitoring Specialist come look at the baby.  Baby is perfect, placenta is normal and fluids are at a good level. Baby measures large (thanks to 2 rounds of steroids) and while I'm just shy of 35 weeks, baby measures about 37.  Which makes sense, because it hurts.  And my skin is stretching, so the point it looks and feels like I have a sunburn on my tummy.  :(

So with baby measuring further along, you'd think they might be ok with helping labor move along, right?  Wrong.

I stayed for 36 hours, and the doctor that released me on Tuesday released me again on Sunday.

I bawled my eyes out.  The pain is ridiculous.  The contractions might ease up at times, but they don't go away.  They wake me up at night, if I can get to sleep at all.  I can't find a good position to sit/stand/lay in.

I started looking up ways to bring on/increase labor.  So far I've tried spicy foods, raspberry leaf tea, and some at-home acupressure.  I'm trying to find a professional to do trigger point massage to bring on labor.  There are 2 things I find on every list of "bring on labor" that I will not be trying: caster oil and (well, look it up yourself).

Of course I want the baby to be healthy, and to stay in as long as he/she needs to.  But if I'm going to be laboring for over 2 months and trying to stop it, is it so wrong to want things to progress quickly now that the baby is at a healthy stage?

Hospital Visit #3

33 Weeks

Still contracting: All. The. Time.

Today it really started to hurt again.  I did everything that I could, again.  Drink water, empty bladder, walk around, lay on my side.

They're coming every 3 minutes, and they hurt.

After a few hours, we go in to the hospital.  Again.

I've not had any repeat nurses yet, so there's that.  But it seems like my doctor is hardly there...  In fact, the doctor on call for my practice didn't even come in when I was there, leaving me with first year residents...

I get to a room, and woo hoo, I'm dilated!   The resident called it "almost 3," which was a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one.   But they insisted that since I'm not "to term" they had to stop the labor.  Fine, whatever, good luck with that.  So they gave me the Tributaline shot, and it did NOTHING.  They gave me Procardia, and it did NOTHING.  Still contracting, still in pain.  But no changes, so I was declared to not be in active labor.

They needed the delivery room, so they moved me to special care (again).

Even though they declared me to not be in active labor, I was put on a clear liquid diet.  It's exactly how it sounds: clear liquids.  Water, Sprite, Apple Juice to drink, Jell-o, Broth and Popsicles to eat.   Now, for a woman who has hyperemesis, and couldn't keep down liquids for 6 months, they might as well have starved me.

They were insisting on the Procardia, and even though my doctor told me to not bother with it any more, I took it.  But I warned them, they'd need to let me eat something with it.  They told me no.

They should have listened to me.  I got sick 4 times in a 3 hour span, it was awful.  I actually called my doctor (who was off that day) and asked for help.  The nurse must have gotten a hold of her right away, because I was allowed to eat after that call.

They kept me 2 nights.  Morning #2 one of the doctors that I like (other than mine) was on call.  She checked me and told me that the residents incorrectly called me "3cm"  She said 1+, 60%.  Well that's a big difference...  So she sent me home...

The day I went home was 34 weeks exactly, my last progesterone shot, too.  I'll miss my nurse, but not the shots.