Due to the graphic nature that is child birth I will warn you that graphic topics will be discussed, reader warning is advised.
Monday the 7th - We found out on Monday January 7th that my doctor was still okay with going a head with our planned induction on the 8th after having changed it from the 12th (so incredibly glad we did) The plan was they would check me in the afternoon and place the catheter in the evening. My mom was with my all day which was nice because things didn't go as planned...at all but that was no surprise to me. Early in the afternoon they came to check me, at about 2pm. My efforts of using evening primrose oil, walking, bouncing and raspberry leaf tea were nothing more than an effort. I was nowhere near dilating. I knew what that meant..ouch. Now we were told they don't do catheters until the evening but our dr came back about 10 minutes later and said we were going to go get it done now since they had the space and time (this always happens to me, things happen quickly so I don't have time to get too scared) We walked down to triage where they do the catheters and I assumed the position on the table. I almost passed out when one of the nurses pulled out a HUGE needle as I was never told anything about a needle...but thanks to the nurse I was reassured that the needle was for the water to go into the catheter. Whew...that's all I have to say about that. I was really worried about the pain the catheter would cause but surprisingly, it hurt less than the last few exams I had, the dr I had was just that great. It was actually a med student and I must say she did very well, with the exception that she forgot to take out the speculum until the dr reminded her, we all had a good laugh about that.
We went into a triage room and they hooked Bee up to be monitored. That is when things started to make me really anxious. As soon as they put the catheter in her movements seemed to really slow down and her heartbeat was not accelerating. We waited an hour and 15 and then they came to get me for a bpp ultrasound, which she passed but she was still not moving much. Due to this I was monitored many times that night. For most of the afternoon I just sat in bed and when my husband called and asked how I was doing I responded with "I'm dilating here" like I'm dying here but I was dilating lol....that was my pregnancy joke for the day. A few hours later some lovely person came in and informed us that there had been a change. Our dr who has been by our side through everything and who was going to deliver Bee was no longer on the schedule for the 8th....now for most this would tear them up but very surprisingly, I was not bothered too much by that and at that point it was too late to stop anything, she was coming on the 8th. Maybe because I knew her being here on the 8th was more important than having our dr there. Any-who I was calm about the whole matter but the fact that Bee's movements had significantly stopped after the catheter scared me. They did monitor me a lot at night and we talked about going in a bit early to induce because of her heart rate and lack of movements. Since it was not busy in the delivery room the decision was made to move me down...it was time!
Tuesday January 8th - The decision was made to head down to the delivery room since it was not busy and we were all slightly concerned with Bee's well being. They kept telling me to try and get some sleep but that was not going to happen. We arrived to dr and were all set up. There was a nurse in there at my side at all times monitoring her so when we got down there both Stephen and I tried to sleep. It didn't work. We were too anxious. The plan was to wait a few more hours to induce due to the dr on call that night (not a huge fan of him at ALL, glad he was not there when we delivered) finally at 5am our nurse pushed to get things going (thank you nurse S) They came in broke my bag of water and let me sit on the ball for an hour but nothing changed so they started pitocin. This is where it all started to go down here, anyone who came to see me before would have said I made it look like a breeze but I have some private photos that show otherwise. Anyways, they came and checked me after they broke my water and I was a 3. The next two times they came to check me I was a 4 and the next two times after that I was a 5.....that was 15 hours of labour later. During that time the pitocin was doing its job by making me very uncomfortable so I opted for the epidural....
One of the main reasons for the epidural was because I could not leave the bed, Bee had to be constantly monitored so I was very limited in ways I could reduce the pain, hence the decision was easy.
Like I've said many times before, the worst part is always the IV.....not anymore, this birth had a few other times that made it the worst part. Number one...the epidural. I've had one before and don't remember it being that bad, I've also had the spinal and it was fine. I'll start by saying another med student was going to do it....bad idea! Firstly, I had to wait a little while for the team to get there due to other women being infront of me which was a challenge within itself. See the thing about inductions is that it's not like a normal labour, the contractions never stop, you never get that break so it's exhausting. When they finally arrived, they prepped like usual and from what I remember. The cold stuff went on my back then the ouch burny stinging of the freezing needle went in. They always tell you to sit still but it is hard when you have contraction after contraction, though I did hold still. Everything was put into place and they waited a few minutes before doing the ice test. When they did the ice test they discovered I froze too high up and informed us that it may be likely that they missed the epidural spot and went through to my spine. We could leave it but risk running into breathing problems or re-do it. Since I like to breath we opted to have them re-do it but requested the actual doctor do it. So I assumed the position again but because we had to wait for the epidural to wear off I could feel most everything they were doing. The second time seemed to work. However, the second time again, seemed to work too well because a while later I couldn't breathe and they had to come in and reduce the dosage of medicine which equated to me feeling a lot more than I wanted too!
All the while I had been feeling sick to my stomach and had a horrible headache so gravol and tylenol were being taken. However, the gravol did not help like it normally does and I ended up throwing up but felt so much better afterwords.
I was still not progressing and at 5 I was still 5cm. We decided to to keep going and they gave me the maximum amount of pitocin to see if that would get things going. By this point I was ready to throw in the towel. I was so drugged up, felt like crap, worried about her and all I wanted was for her to be here but they said to give it a bit more time.
7pm rolled around and when they checked I was still at 5cm. I had now been in labour for 15 hours and I was ready to go for the section. I fought for it and told the doctor I wanted it, I just wanted it over with. They urged me to just give it a bit more time and with written permission they would increase the pitocin once more. This was around 7pm.
About 10 minutes later I was in the worst pain of my life. I kid you not, I have NEVER experienced pain quite like I did after they increased the pitocin once more. I swore I had ruptured, that could be the only thing causing that much pain. I was a mess, crying so hard due to the pain and just done with everything. The epidural wasn't even touching the pain. They brought the epidural people in to top it off but once I rolled over onto my back the pain disappeared and we discovered why I was in so much pain. In a matter of 10 minutes I went from being 5cm to being 10cm with Bee right there ready to push. In hind sight, I am really glad I listened to the doctor and gave the piotcin one more chance. I'm very thankful I got to have a successful VBAC after all was said and done. Had our regualr OB been there, chances are we would have went c-section much sooner so I am very thankful everything worked out. We had an amazing resident Dr C. who I adored and am so pleased she was there.
So in a matter of time I was ready to push and I don't know where in the world the strength came from but I was able to push and I guess push well. Stephen caught this part on video. I am so thankful he did. I love watching it again and again no matter how horrible I looked but I was so tired and so drugged up its hard to remember the exact details. All I remember was I only had to push 7 times because I was so efficient at it and then she was here. At 8:58 pm on January 8th, our miracle baby was born weighing 5lbs 3ozs 19 inches long. They put her immediately on my chest so I could see and touch her and I lost it. All the fear, the anxiety, the long 9 months had come to this moment, a moment we had fought so hard for through the birth of both Ty and Jacob. This time however, our baby girl was healthy and crying, a sound so beautiful to my ears.
She was finally here and made her entrance known! She had quite the lungs, apgars were 9, 9 and they didn't even do the last one because it wasn't needed (they never do 10's) she was beautiful and as they were sewing up the mess she left where she made her entrance all I could do was cry. I will say that I did suffer a sever tear, 3rd degree. That has caused a lot of pain and healing afterwords but again, totally worth it! They took forever to sew me up and I lost a lot of blood (but not enough for a transfusion) and all I wanted was for everyone to leave so we could love on our little miracle.
I never thought the day would come. After 16 hours of horrible labour, extreme pain, vomiting, feeling so out of it and drugged up, our little girl made it into this world alive and healthy. I am so thankful I pushed to have her born on the 8th and I'm so thankful the doctors pushed me to give the pitocin a few more hours because when all was said and done I was extremely happy I had a successful vbac. At the time I was not happy but after everything was over, I was thrilled. We spent the next two hours getting to know our little girl before we headed to post partum where Stephen went home to sleep and I stayed up all night staring at our baby. I just could not believe everything we had been through finally came to an end.
I still can't believe it.........I could sit for hours and watch the video, I'm still in shock. Thanks to my husband for taping it, even though my lady parts were totally on display, it is a keepsake for us, something to cherish since we have waited so long for that moment!
This is the face of hope, when the world told us to give up, we decided to try once more and she was totally worth everything we went through!