The birth story

So, birth was HARD! Wonder why that surprised me so much. I had major back labor which I guess hurts more than no back labor? Not that I have anything to compare it to. Regardless, it really hurt. It went so quickly in the beginning that they kept telling me it was going to be over before an epidural would really help, or that the epidural would make pushing too hard to do.

I woke up that morning about 7am and thought I was feeling something, but then I thought the same thing the last three days, and then found it go away after I pooped. This time I kept feeling things, so I told Amazing Daddy to check in with me after taking The Boy to school. By 8am I knew I was having contractions so I called Amy (our doula) and let her know it was starting. My parents had arrived the night before so I spent the next hour working in the nursery with my mom. I was bending down to pick something up about 9am and felt a gush as my water broke. Up to that point I'd been having contractions about every five minutes that were 30 seconds or so long. After my water broke they got more intense and were about every 3 or 4 minutes. We called the doctor and they told us to head on in. From then on it was Game On!

The 30 minute ride to the hospital was hell! I went from wanting to do this without an epidural to wanting one as soon as we got there. AD thought I was going to tear the "oh shit" handle right off the car.

We got to the hospital about 10 am and my contractions were about 3 minutes apart by then. I thought for sure the baby was going to pop out any second. They checked me and I was only at 1.5 cm and I was like "you have to be fucking kidding me, does that mean I can't get the epidural yet?" To get the epidural they had to start an IV which took a while b/c they had to get the IV team. And then I started throwing up (nasty). So they checked me again and I was at 6 cm. They moved me from triage to L & D and within another hour I was at 9 cm. I think this was about 1pm or so. I was moving so fast that they figured I was going to have him within the next hour. Then I stalled out at 9cms for about two hours.

After the first hour that I stayed at 9 we decided the epidural would be useful, so they got the anesthesiologist up right away. Love the epidural! I still had a pocket of pain in my groin that never went away, and I could feel massive pressure, but it was much better than the constant contractions one on top of each other. About 3:30 the doctor said I was ready to push. So I pushed and I pushed and I pushed...etc. etc. Apparently I wasn't doing a very good job at moving him down the birth canal. I never actually crowned.

The baby started to show signs of distress and his heart rate wasn't bouncing back after the contractions so they decided to try a vacuum delivery. The vacuum popped off his head though, so then they went to the forceps. Which required an episiotomy. I was all, do what you have to do, just get him the fuck out of there!

AD told me later that the doctor told him after that he really thought they were going to have to do an emergency c section on me. Glad I didn't know that then. Apparently I was quite nice to everyone and didn't yell except at the end when I did some loud grunting as I pushed. And yes, I pooped a little bit too. And I knew I was doing it...ugh.

It's funny. I went in to it all very concerned that my ass would be hanging out for everyone to see. By the time we got to the hospital I was so uncomfortable that I really didn't care at all who saw what part of me. Oh, and having the doula there was great! AD did great too, but I really needed both of them there. I highly recommend using a doula.

I ended up with sulcus tears inside my vagina from the forceps and of course the episiotomy. And oh lord, the hemorrhoids. I thought they were bad before! Thank god for Percocet and Vicodin. I was definitely not prepared for how much it was going to hurt after I gave birth, and for how long.

If I was going to do it again I would definitely give serious thought to a c-section. Thank god my labor only really lasted eight hours!

We were back in the hospital for 24 hours Thursday night (thanksgiving) to treat his jaundice with the lights. That was a little concerning and they had us giving him some formula then b/c it apparently helps pull the billirubin out better. I pumped during that time to get my milk to come in, and when it did, wow! The Ladies were huge! They seemed to be working for him b/c he was back to his birth weight at his first doctors appointment, almost a week ahead of schedule.

Finally!

Baby Brother
8 lbs, 7 oz
21 1/2 inches long
November 19, 2007 5:06pm


Details to follow soon! Just didn't want to delay any longer in letting you know.

And still waiting...

Sunday afternoon...five days late...ugh.

I feel OK, about the same as I have all week. I did lose my mucus plug during the night Thursday. I've continued with the "bloody show" since then. (OK, is that like the most horrible term? I still can't believe that is the official verbiage. More appropriate for a horror movie scrip I should think.)

I haven't felt much movement over the last 24 hours and it's been freaking me out. I keep using the Doppler to check the heartbeat, and he's galloping right along, so I'm trying not to worry. Of course as I write this I think I might be feeling a hiccup from him.

Apparently I'm in the worry like crazy phase...if it isn't worrying about not feeling movement I'm starting to freak myself out about all the "what ifs" during and after the birth. Less so the birth I think, as I'm trying to keep myself as open and flexible as possible. Of course I have what I'd like to happen, but if it doesn't work that way I know the ultimate goal is to have a healthy baby at the end. I'm freaking out more about what surprises could be in store for us when the baby is born. What if something is wrong. What if not getting an amnio was the wrong way to go. What if he has Downs syndrome...or a genetic disorder we aren't aware of from the donors. What if, what if, what if?????

Is all this worry right now normal? Or am i just a freak.

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My parents arrive tonight. I'll be relieved when they get here. It will make life easier knowing we don't have to worry about getting the baby sitter here. Provided I don't go in to labor today or tonight, I go in to be induced tomorrow evening. That will give me the day with my parents which will be nice (I hope - typically the first day or two of a visit with them is fine). I need some help with furniture arrangement in the baby's room. I am insisting on keeping the guestroom bed in there and it is making things a bit tight. I have some shelves I'm hoping my dad will finish putting up for me and once I confirm where the book case is going I can put the books (which are in various piles all over the house) and other stuff on it.

My bags are packed for the hospital so I guess I'm basically ready. Other than the intense fear that I have no idea what I'm doing when I actually bring the baby home.

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p.s. Feeling a bunch of baby movement right now. Yeah!

p.p.s. We did finally agree on a name. I'll probably post it for a few days after we bring him home, then delete to try and keep some anonymity to this blog.

Sex, sex and more sex

Ok, so I didn't go this weekend. In fact, today is baby brothers due date and there is nothing going on. Still a little over 1 cm dilated and 80 to 90% effaced. No contractions, no bloody show...nothing.

Saw my favorite doctor today and she suggested we have lots of sex. Yes, Amazing Daddy's eyes glazed over as he got this odd smile on his face. Of course, he's down stairs watching the Transformer movie instead of getting it on with me. His priorities appear to be a bit whacked lately.

Doctor indicated baby was big, as in 9 pounds. Not really a surprise based on the last ultrasound I had.

So I'm uncomfortable, huge, and feel like there is a bowling ball in my pelvis.

Induction scheduled for next Tuesday. So no matter what happens a week from now I should be holding my baby in my arms! There is an end in sight.

any day now

1 to 2 cm's dilated and 90 percent effaced! Also not feeling all that great today. My doula thinks I will go this weekend. I sure hope so!!!!

1 big belly + 1 broken front seat = one strange excuse for being late for work

Amazing Daddy put the infant seat in the cars yesterday. To do so he moved the front seat forward. No big deal huh? Until I get in this morning and realize it is too far forward for me and try to move it back....and it won't go. So I try moving it forward...no problem. Except I'm belly up to the steering wheel.

So I squeeze myself out of the car and start playing with the controls. Nothing but forward, up and down. Call to hubby gets the "oh yeah, I had to jiggle it a bit yesterday, try that." So I jiggle...I jiggle and jiggle...and swear (quietly of course, since The Boy is in the car). Nothing.

AD is on his way home to get us. I swear to all that is good, if he gets that fucking thing to work with no problems I'm going to go back to bed and stay there the rest of the day.

Oh yeah, I had to call my boss to let her know I was going to be late. She laughed...a lot. Can't make this shit up!

Week 37 update

So I'm cruising along. Ultrasound last week indicated baby brother was 7 pounds 4 oz, with three'ish weeks to go. Let's hope for a good margin of error on that one, or I'm looking at a 9 plus pounder.

U/S also shows baby is finally head down. A week ago Friday at 35 1/2 weeks he was still breech and the doctor was scheduling me for an external version to turn him, or a scheduled c-section. I really do not want a c-section, but was also not thrilled about a version, considering the risks. I talked her in to giving me a week to try and do it on my own. I spent a significant amount of time over the weekend in a head down position with my ass pointed up. I also played music in my crotch and put ice on my fundus. On Sunday I was telling Amazing Daddy that I thought something had shifted because I was hungry (which I haven't been in a couple months) and even after I ate I wanted some more. I didn't really think he had turned though.

Well, Monday I had an U/S to see and I was pleasantly surprised to find out he was indeed head down. The perinatologist reconfirmed with another U/S on Friday. So, sounds like we are good to go.

From what I understand if the baby turns on his own it's a pretty good chance he will stay that way, unlike with a version.

Our doula (did I mention we are going to have a doula at the birth?) gave us some exercises and positions to help us ensure he stays head down.

So I guess I'm in the home stretch. I'm certainly feeling more uncomfortable by the day and finally I think I can say I'm ready for this to happen. The painting is almost finished in the nursery. I hope to finish tomorrow. Then the furniture is scheduled to come Friday afternoon. And then, finally, I can do what I've been waiting to do, and organize all the piles of stuff sitting around the house! Yeah! Maybe then I'll actually believe this is happening.

Speaking of names...

We still can't agree on a name for baby brother. 37 weeks in and nothing. We are at an impasse...

And forever after he shall be called….Herman

Herman the Hemorrhoid that is. Or Hermy, as I (not so) affectionately call him.

Yes, a walnut size mass has taken over my anal region. And it ain’t pretty. Or comfortable.

All in all I’ve been pretty lucky as far as the irritating pregnancy issues go. No varicose veins (yet), no stretch marks, no sciatica, I’m not waddling yet.

But damn Hermy, you came on with a vengeance this week.

Hey, check out my shaved pussy!