**Take 2 of writting birth story haha, let’s see how long I get two free hands this time.**
So I think I finally have a few spare minutes with two free hands to try and type up this birth story.
Well as I blogged, I first went into hospital on Saturday, January 23rd at 9:00am to have a dose of Prostaglandin gel applied to my cervix, after that they monitored babe’s reaction for 30 minutes and sent me home to rest, I was to go back at 3pm to be re-checked and have dose 2 applied unless things changed and labor began on it’s own. It didn’t,, so back I trudged to the hospital at 3pm, I was still 2cm dilated and not having any significant contractions, so they put in dose 2. Dose 2 started contractions almost immidiately, so again home we went to wait it out and see if things progressed. Again the plan was that if labor did not begin on it’s own, then I was to return at 9am the next morning.
Contractions stayed regular and strong all night but did not not get unbearable, in the morning they had stopped completely. I was 3cm and much more effaced that morning so we did one last dose of the prostagladin gel, and that’s pretty much when I stopped updating…
So what happened from there was that they had me and babe on the monitor as per normal practice and baby started to have crazy accelerations, like the gel was making her hyper active. The nurse did not know what to think, she had never come across this, as they typically worry about decelerations, not accelerations. however, after Evangeline’s heart rate stayed high at 200 for 1 full minute, the doctor on call felt it was safest to keep me in labor and delivery and monitor baby for a longer period. Being a loss mom I was terrified of course, they had me head down 2 floors to labor and delivery and got me into a room and onto a baby monitor. Evangelines heart was back to normal of course and never accelerated again. They kept me on the monitor and watched my contractions get stronger and then at 4pm started the Pitocen drip since cervix was ready to get things really going. At 6pm, I was 5cm and very effaced, so my doctor suggested rupturing my membranes to get things moving even faster, I consented since I was being closely monitored and very tiered after a day and a half of labor. Almost instantly my contraction went from woah to WOAH, seriously, as soon as my membranes were ruptured things just flew into overdrive. 8pm I was 8cm, 10pm I was 9.5cm, 11:01pm Evangeline was born.
I did get an epidural, at 7pm I believe, one hour after having my membranes ruptured, baby was posterior (just like Evan was) and I was having unreal blinding pain in my back. The epidural did help alleviate some pain, but not all, I could still feel almost everthing it was just more bearable. I knew when she was headed out, I told the nurse it felt like the baby was in my butt, I could litterally feel her slidding futhur down the birth canal with each contraction. My doctor was called in, confirmed the baby was nearly crowning, and told me I could push wtth the next contraction. 3 contractions and she was out. Once her head was out, her body just litteraly shot out, the doctor had to pick her up off the bed. Dave cried and cried as soon as he saw her, the he cut the cord, she was suctioned a bit and placed right on my chest. I was exausted and overwhelmed and confused. Then things started spiraling…there was nothing wrong with this baby, but being the medical system, as Dave says, they have to look for problems.
They were upset cause she wouldn’t cry, this stressed Dave out, why wont she cry he kept saying..I knew she was fine, she was pink and looking around, she just didnt’ want to cry, she let out some coo’s. She is still not a big cryer, it’s just her nature. However they didn’t like that she wouldn’t cry and kept talking about it. Then one of the doctors said something about her face (she had significant moulding from the birth and it was all in her nose, mouth, palete and chin) Dave heard her say something about getting our file and looking for markers. Turns out she thought E had some genetic anomality or like a version of cleft pallete. They were all whispering about this, again, I knew in my heart there was nothing wrong with her. However, I admit they started to get in my head, when I first held her again, I stare at her crooked mouth and wondered if there was something wrong with her. Whatever, it didn’t stop her from latching succesfully right away, we nursed right then and there. She was born at 11:01pm, 14 hours after I checked into the hospital that morning, not so bad at all considering it was an early induction. I had 8 stiches, not such a huge deal, must easier to heal from then the episiotomy I had last time.
Anyways, I was told she would see a genetic specialist and an Ear Nose and Throat specialist to rule out any problems, but reassured by my doctor (who is most excellent) that it was likely moulding as my instincts told me. (It was, all is perfectly fine now) a couple hours later, we were taken up to our hospital room, the baby was swaddled and put in a basinette next to me, while the nurse did my vitals. I remember Dave saying we are both so exausted but how will we sleep with this new baby here, who will watch her? Next thing I know it’s 3 hours later, Dave is asleep in his cot, the baby in the basinette and I am confused, I must have crashed out from shear exaustion. I of course jumped up and grabbed the baby and just stared at her for an hour or so then crashed out with her in my arms. That was the first and only time she spent the night in that hospital basinette. I was surprised they didn’t say anything to me about sleeping with her..I am glad they didn’t, as I built a pillow fort around the bed rails to make sure she could not fall out of bed no matter what.
Ok so that’s the birth story. The story of the 4 days in hospital will have to be written another time 🙂