Mama's got a special birth edition of Five Question Friday going on this week and I just couldn't help but get all kinds of excited over this one. Especially since today marks the second anniversary of the last time I spoke with my dad before he died. Needless to say, I've been a little meloncholy, and I can use the happy distraction of baby/birth stories! Here we go!
1. If you had c-section do you wish you would have had vaginal? Or vice versa? I had a vaginal delivery, and that's how I'd want it. See #6 below for how I didn't think I'd get my wish at first...
2. If vaginal did you go drug free? Yes, and again, that's how it was planned, and that's how I plan to do things again in just a few months with #2! And I did not scream even once...to me, that is wasted energy that I desperately needed to use for pushing!
3. Did you have any complications? Not in the end...but at first there was the possibility of some and we were quite worried... Again, see #6 for the details!
4. Who was in the delivery room with you? Hubs, my mama, my awesome nurse Kelly, and Dr C (who was not my actual OB, but a doctor from another practice who was on weekend call and who I'd never met before that day...but she was fabulous!).
5. Did you document your labor and delivery? (Photos, videos, etc.) I did a few Facebook posts and texts to friends up until my water broke....after that the rest is in my memory and what I was able to jot down over the next few weeks. My mama took a few after pictures, but nothing during...and unfortunately, we didn't get a before picture of me still pregnant, even though that was in my plan! Oops!
6. Pick the birth story of one of your children and tell us ALLLLLLLL about it! Well, until sometime between late-February and mid-March, I only have one to go off, so here we go:
Hubs and I had just finished our pack-out in preparation from a move from Virginia to California and were living with my mama (a few miles from our townhouse) for about two weeks until Hubs began the cross-country drive and I followed (with Baby and mama by plane). My little brother was about to graduate from high school, so my whole family was at Mama's house, and my mama was gearing up for his graduation party.
On Friday, Hubs spent the day filling nail holes, touching up some paint, and shampooing the rugs at our house. Mama, my brothers, and I were running all over town with last minute preparation for the graduation party the next evening. I wasn't feeling great much of the day, but I figured it was just exhaustion from dealing with packers, doctor's appointments, and anxiety over the birth and move. It was hot, my back ached, and my feet were swollen. Yuk. While riding in the car, if I placed my fists just so at the small of my back I could get some relief! By the end of the day, I was pretty miserable, but we still had one last errand to run, and no dinner. Mama and I decided to get the things for chicken Caesar salads, since it was fast and easy...and we could eat on the deck since the kitchen and dining room tables were already set up for the party. While I thought we'd grill chicken breasts for the salads, Mama thought fried chicken strips from the deli would be faster. We were already running errands at Walmart, so that seemed like a good plan. However, when we got to the counter, they were waiting on more chicken to be done, so we waited and waited and waited. And my back hurt more and more. At one point I was leaning over the cart to relieve the pressure and my older brother started teasing me and poking at me. I remember Mama warning him "Don't touch her; she might punch you out!" The chicken was done just as Mama was about to give up and figure something else out so she could get me home....and while they paid for the groceries, I found a bench to sit on!
When we got home, I went right to bed and only came down to eat dinner...then went right back upstairs. Hubs came up to keep me company and we watched Benjamin Button on NetFlix. At some point, Mama came up and asked me about the pains. Since it was mostly in my back, it took several hours for me to figure out that I was in early labor, and by 9:00 I was timing contractions with Hubs. I told my family I thought tonight would be the night, and everyone scurried around trying to get things done. Hubs and I double checked our bags to make sure everything was packed. Mama and I brothers finished planting begonias in the front beds by moonlight. At 10:30 the contractions were four minutes apart and I called the doctor, who told me I should wait at home and get some rest if I could.
My brothers and Hubs watched some other movie while I rested with a heating pad, but I simply couldn't concentrate. With every contraction I had to get up to pee, only I didn't know if it was pee or my water slowly leaking. I tried to sleep, resting in my mama's bed, but just couldn't, due to the contractions and peeing, and at 3:00am, I woke Hubs and Mama and told them I thought we should go to the hospital.
Once at the hospital, they determined that my water hadn't yet broken, that I was 4cm dilated, 100% effaced, contracting, and there was protein in my urine. And the baby's heartbeat was erratic during contractions. The nurses told me that I could theoretically go back home, but with the erratic heartbeat they wanted to keep me for observations. Within a few hours, they were mentally preparing me for an emergency c-section. I remember looking at my mom and nearly pleading with her that I didn't want a c-section, and her gently telling me that she knew, but that we had to do what was best for the baby!
By the 7:00am shift change, however, my new nurse (Kelly) told me that everything had resolved and I was going to push this baby out, just the way I wanted! I was so happy! But then, around 8:00, during an exam, they felt something! The initial reaction was a prolapsed cord (when the umbilical cord comes out before the baby) which would require c-section. Kelly later ruled that out, saying that there was no pulse, which would indicate the cord, but that she could feel something fingerlike and thought it might be the baby's hand coming out first, which might also require a c-section. She did an ultrasound and still couldn't figure out what it was, so she called a radiologist to find out. In the meantime, the charge nurse came in and checked me, told me I was 8.5cm, that there was nothing there but the baby's head, and that my water had just broken!
By 9:30am, I was well into transition. I went through periods of kneeling on the floor and leaning in front of a rocking chair, to laying on my back and sides, to rocking on all fours during contractions. I pooped (in the toilet, after my mama convinced Kelly that I really did have to go and it wasn't just the baby and I promised I wouldn't strain or push), peed all over myself, vomited, and peed some more. Seriously, labor takes away any dignity you might have had....all the bodily functions I promised Hubs I'd never do in his presence were out the window!
Around noon I was about 9 or 9.5cm and told my mama that I couldn't do this and I wanted some drugs. It had been around 19 hours since my last meal and I hadn't slept all night. I was exhausted! My sweet mama told me it was too late for drugs and encouraged me that I could do this! She reminded me that my daddy was a Marine, asked me what I thought he'd say if he learned I was wimping out (to which I told her that if he were alive to call me a wimp I'd have some choice words for him!), and that she was hosting a graduation party in just a few hours so I really needed to push this baby out so she could get home to her guests! Some time around 1:00pm I started pushing...finally!
Apparently I pushed for about an hour. At that point I was beyond exhausted and was quickly running out of juice. Dr C asked me if she could offer me some aid via a vacuum, which I accepted. Two more pushes and my sweet little boy was in my arms! His cord had been wrapped around his neck twice and it was tied in a knot but he was just fine!! I was just thrilled that it was over, that he was healthy, and that I finally got to learn if he was a he or a she (yep, we were surprised!)! He was just perfect!!
After snapping a few pictures, Mama hurried home to shower and welcome her guests just one hour later! Hubs stayed with me for a little while and then left to get me my first meal in 21 hours (Taco Bell!). He brought it to me in the Recovery Room, and after I got my first shower and was taken to my post partum room, he left to attend the party while I rested! Oh what a glorious nap that was!
Later that night, everyone returned to the hospital to visit and meet Bunkey....and that night we all slept like babies! :-)
OK, that was a long one, but that's the story! Hope you stuck around to read the whole thing!