I wrote this up a while ago. I figured I should post it.
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*This time around, I wanted to try without an epidural. We took a 5 week class for Hypnobirthing and
the things I learned got me so pumped to have this baby.
I woke up around 2 am with some mild contractions on Friday,
February 13. I timed them for about an
hour and they were about 7-10 minutes apart. After telling Steven that he
wasn't going to work today, I went back to sleep, knowing I would need my
energy. Daylight brought less
consistent, and still mild, contractions.
I called Mom to let her know to be on standby. Around 10 Steven took Bennett to Nana’s house
with the bag packed for him to spend a few nights there.
Mom and I went to get pedicures at about 11, and after that
I spend the afternoon drinking a whole pineapple (sent through the juicer),
eating some 5 alarm hot sauce from Taco Time (I didn't drink it, I put it on
some stuffed tater tots), and eating some spicy Chinese food from Panda Express. We also went to Kohl’s and, after shopping,
walked around the parking lot. The
contractions had all but gone away and all this was an elaborate attempt to get
them to come back.
I finally called Guy (my midwife) and asked if I could come
in again and he could sweep my membranes again.
We got to his office around 5 and he said I was dilated to a 4. As we left we said “see you later” and he
laughed and said, “Yeah, let’s hope it’s not at 3 am.” Ha.
After that we went to Grandma’s house. She has a nice soaker tub that can be filled
to cover a pregnant belly. Warm baths
are supposed to help you relax and let labor continue naturally… I soaked for
an hour. My contractions got more
consistent and stronger. They hurt, and
I really wanted to know why because everything I had learned about
Hypnobirthing said that it shouldn’t hurt like it was. We decided I should call the instructor of
the class to see if she had any suggestions.
She tried to help over the phone, but said that without
actually being there, she couldn't be sure what was going on or exactly how to
fix it. She gave some suggestions
though, and we headed to my parents’ house to try them out. I wasn't ready to go to the hospital yet
because I really had my heart set on the calm birth experience that I had
prepared so hard for and I knew that with the way things were going, it would
be less than the calm that I wanted. We
tried for a couple of hours to alleviate the pain I was feeling (think worst
diarrhea cramps EVER).
Around 11 we kind of gave up. The contractions were so close together and
so intense I had a hard time remembering how to calm myself down between them
and I began questioning my ability to have this baby the way I wanted to.
We headed to the hospital.
I rode in the Suburban with Mom because it’s a more comfortable ride
than our car. When we go there, Mom got
me a wheelchair. I remember thinking
that that was kind of silly, but thinking back, I’m pretty sure I wouldn't have
made it walking.
They admitted me without making me go to Triage, which I was
grateful for. When the nurse checked me
to see how far dilated I was, she sent the room into a small frenzy because I
was a 6 and I had tested positive for Group B Strep, which requires antibiotics
4 hours before you deliver the baby. It
was kind of funny to watch them fly around to hurry and get the IV in me so
that the medicine could have time to work.
From there, it’s all kind of blurry. I think mostly because about the time we
checked into the hospital (about 11:30), I realized I hadn’t had anything to
eat since lunch. BAD IDEA. (note to self, make sure you eat before you
head to the hospital to have a baby, especially if you plan to do the whole
thing without pain medication). Another
factor to the blurry-ness of the memory is probably the intensity of the
contractions. I had asked for the
Natural Birthing Suite at the hospital (it has a labor tub!) and I got in
shortly after we go there (I think). The
water helped me be a little calmer and handle the contractions (which were still
very painful) a little better.
When I wasn't in the tub, we tried a few of the relaxation
techniques that we learned from the class, but I think I was mostly really
disappointed with how things were turning out.
I remember I kept saying to Steven that it wasn’t supposed to hurt, and
that I just wanted it to not hurt. He
asked me if I wanted to get an epidural, but I told him no. Mostly, I think, because I really didn't want
to change rooms (the Natural Birthing Suite is only for those who go, well, natural).
I got dilated to an 8, and hung out there for a while. My water still hadn't broken, and Guy came in
and said that if he broke my water, we'd have a baby within probably 30
minutes. That was around 2 am. I asked if he could tell if the baby was
anterior or posterior. He couldn't, and
that made me scared. I knew that he
could still be born if he was facing the wrong way, but it still made me
nervous to speed things along. (I'm
fairly certain my lack of food and sleep contributed to the mostly non-logical
way I was making decisions at that point).
I handled the VERY intense contractions for another hour before I just
couldn't take it anymore and called Guy back in to break my water.
3:25(ish) am, my water was broken. A few things I remember from the 20 minutes
that followed: I learned what a real
intense contraction feels like. I found
out what it feels like if I hyperventilate (tingly fingers). I watched my midwife jump into action and in
almost one motion put his gown and gloves on and catch my baby. I had no “ring of fire” and I in no way feel
I missed out on anything. When Guy said
“no lacerations” I wanted to pump my fist in the air because I knew that
recovery would be so much easier because of that. And finally, at 3:43 am, I
was handed the most perfect pink squirming baby.
While I’m not ready to accept that what I experienced is
what Hypnobirthing is for me, it wasn't a bad experience, and I still think it
was a better experience than the first time I had a baby. I plan on trying again and maybe looking into
a few extra things to help out.
And now for a picture overload:
Steven reading me a script to help me relax |
Laboring in the tub and trying to keep my IV out of the water... |
"Why does my head hurt??? It's so BRIGHT! What's going on???" |
His official weight is 7 lbs 3 oz |
Bath Time |
Lovin' that shampoo |
All that RED hair |
This is the newest technology in anti-baby-switching efforts. That thing was so cumbersome... |
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I want to promise more blog updates on the rest of our lives in the near future, but I won't because I really don't like to break promises...