Hi everyone, just checking in quick to tell you Chloe is here! Here is her birth story: ................... Well, where do I start? On thursday (the 15th) I went in for my 41 week NST to check that the baby was ok, and to schedule an induction for the 18th if she hadn't arrived on her own by then. The NST went great, and it showed I was having tiny BH contractions roughly every 20 minutes, so small I couldn't feel them. I was sent home to be pregnant for a little longer.
That evening, I was sitting around watching TV and I just couldn't get comfortable... the baby was SO low, I had to pee every 5-10 minutes, and it felt like I was sitting on a knife! I was having some contractions that were not uncomfortable, and it seemed they were happening every 15 minutes, but I didn't think they'd go anywhere. Around 10:30pm I went to bed. I was in bed a few minutes and the contractions were getting stronger, to the point where I was starting to admit to myself they were probably real labour contractions. I tried to sleep, but they were strong enough to keep me awake, so I told Mike I was going to time them on ContractionMaster to see if there was any pattern. By the time I got on the computer, they were now shooting pain down my thighs and through my back, and I was having to focus and rock back and forth. I timed them until 11pm, and in that short space of time they became 3-4 minutes apart and 1 minute long!
I went back upstairs to find Mike drugged out on sleeping pills (the last time he took a sleeping pill was the night Tyler was born... this should have been my biggest clue!), but as I walked into the bedroom I had a contraction so strong that as soon as I could move again I had to run to the bathroom to throw up. My dainty retching woke Mike, and after he had a peek at my ContractionMaster record, he told me he was calling L&D. I said no, wait awhile, maybe they'd go away... I had only been in labour 30 minutes, surely I had days to go! Then I fell over groaning with a huge long contraction and the pain changed my mind.
It was just past midnight when my Mom (who is staying with us to help out) and Mike managed to get shoes on my feel while I lay beached and incoherent on the couch, trying to get through my contractions (now less than 3 minutes apart). On the ride to the hospital, I was having huge pressure and pain in my back and legs, I was getting desperate for that epidural! We got to L&D at 1:00am, and after waiting forever in Triage, I was checked and at 4cm, so they decided to admit me (gee, thanks). About 5 minutes after me, another woman came in, in early labour, and I heard them say to her she was 1cm, but her baby was breech and they were going to do an emergency c-section on her. Why did this affect me? Oh, I'd soon be finding out!!
At 2:00am I was told to walk myself down to my delivery room, which was pretty cruel because that knife in my bum was feeling bigger and contractions were one on top of the other. The walk took 5 minutes, stopping for contractions. My delivery nurse met me there, and decided to check my dilation for her records. I was 7cm... 7cm! I'd gone from 4 to 7cm in less than 10 minutes! She asked me if I wanted pain medication, and I said I really, reaaaalllly wanted my epidural now. She said OK, and made a phone call...... only to be told the anaesthesiologist would be approximately 1 hour, because he was doing that emergency c-section on the woman who'd walked in behind me. The nurse said, "Um... You probably won't be able to get an epidural, he's not available and you're progressing quickly." In my mind, I knew she was right, but I wanted something for the pain so badly, I was holding onto any hope I could get one. She offered me the laughing gas, which did nothing for me with my last labour, but I was so desperate I agreed.
As she was setting it up, I had this feeling I was about to pee myself, so I got up and went to the bathroom. Nothing. I walked back and as I did, I had this HUGE pressure feeling, like I had to push. I jumped back on the bed yelling, "There's so much pressure! It hurts!" So the nurse checked me again and said "You're 8cm and I can feel your membranes bulging." With the next contraction, I had this feeling like someone was filling up a water balloon inside me, and suddenly it broke... Niagara Falls, gushing out onto the bed!
The nurse called for another nurse to help her set up the bed and get me cleaned up, and as they were trying to get the sheets out, I felt like I had to PUSH. I yelled, "I have to push, I can't stop it, I have to push!" The nurse said, "OK, I'll check you again and see how far you are." I rolled onto my back for her to check, and as she lifted my gown, she and the other nurse looked at each other in alarm, one ran and hit a green b___ton on the wall, picked up the phone, and said "I have a delivery in progress, we need the doctor!"
When she said this, I'll admit, the thought on my mind was "What about my epidural!?" Anyway, about 8 more people suddenly rushed into the room, including the doctor who said, "Why isn't the bed set up?" The nurse said, 'She just got in here! The baby is crowning!" So the doctor said, "Well get a blanket or something, this baby is coming!"
The doctor said to me, "OK, give me a trial push and we'll see what happens."
I didn't have a choice at this point, there was nothing I could do to stop myself from pushing. I started, and felt huge, huge pressure in my back and bum, and the doctor and nurses (and Mike, who was standing there gaping like a goldfish) all said, "Ok, stop! Stop!", like I could have stopped myself. I couldn't stop. I kept pushing one continuous 1-minute push, and then suddenly the urge left me.
I lay there for a minute and asked Mike, "Can you see the head?" He looked at me, bewildered, and said, "Uh, yeah... the baby is out."
Chloe was born at 2:49am, less than 4 hours from my first contraction to delivery. She weighed 8 lbs 2.7oz, is 20.75" long, and has a perfectly normal sized head, unlike her big brother, lol.
The nurse lifted her up for a brief inspection, and then handed her off to be weighed, etc. I was pretty much in shock. I'd been in labour with Tyler for 36 hours and pushed for 2 hours, what had just happened?! I looked at Mike, who was equally shocked, and said, "What about my epidural?"
They st_tched me up (the doctor felt it necessary to lecture me: "If you had stopped pushing when I told you we probably could have gotten her out without a tear."), cleaned and weighed the baby, and then sent me off to have a shower since the bed (which had never been converted for delivery) was a mess. The doctor asked me, "Did you feel a lot of labour pains in your back?" and I said yes, she then said, "The baby was sunny-side up, these are usually much slower deliveries. Not this time!"
The whole recovery was so different... for one thing, I could walk and pee, which I couldn't do after Tyler was born. I have practically no swelling, minor afterpains and minor bleeding. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop!
If anyone had ever told me I'd have an unmedicated natural delivery before this day, I would have called them a terrorist and booked myself a tubal ligation just in case! Anyway, I would have gotten my drive-through delivery and been checked out after 6 hours, but since I was GBS+ and they didn't have time to give me the antibiotics before she was born, we had to stay 24 hours. Everyone is home, healthy and happy, and even Tyler is adjusting well so far.