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I hope everyone is doing well!
I gave birth on Wednesday, May 20th to my son and wanted to share story.
My doctor scheduled an induction for us because I had high amniotic fluid, big baby and my blood pressure/swelling had skyrocketed. With my doctor's recommendation, I decided for a birth on Wednesday, May 20th.
The day of our induction, DH and I had a nice last day together going to Baby's doctor for a final sonogram and then a nice seafood lunch. Later that afternoon, my mom arrived and the three of us relaxed and then we went to dinner. They celebrated our upcoming adventure with three margaritas each, LOL! Later that night, DH and I headed to the hospital and checked in by 9pm. I was given medication to get things moving. It was a somewhat sleepless night as I had light contractions.
First thing in the morning, my doctor prescribed Pitocin at 7am. By 8:30a, I had crept from a 1cm to a 3.5. I was then given the green light for an Epidural. The process for getting an epidural was interesting, but once it was in, it took effect in 15 minutes. Life was GREAT! By that time my mother, my mother-in-law, sister-inlaw and my niece arrived. I hung out with them throughout the day, but also spent time alone listening to music, and also time alone with DH....enjoying the calm before the storm. It was very nice to be surrounded by support and love! Made the experience so nice and less intimidating.
Details are fuzzy at this point, but I progressed relatively quickly and I was at a 9 by 2:00pm. And that's when things got SERIOUS. NO MORE FUN TIMES. Contractions became crazy intense. I got two additional "epidural bumps". That.didn't.help...AT ALL! Each contraction had me moaning. DH was AMAZING. He was rubbing me, massaging me, giving me non-stop encouragement and kind words. Honestly, he kept me from losing my mind. Things got so bad that the nurse brought the anesthesiologist back and he gave me a whole injection of who-knows-what. It helped a ton, but the contractions were still bad. Next, nurse confirms I'm at a 10 and she positions me and DH to push...without my doctor. We trusted our nurse 110% but thought it was peculiar that we were pushing without the doctor. We started pushing at 3pm and around 3:30p, my doctor decides to show up. We continued pushing, but I wasn't able to push out the baby on my own. I could tell my doctor was getting frustrated. Pushing was SO HARD because I was on that mega dose of drugs and couldn't really feel the pushing properly and I guess I wasn't strong enough.The nurse and doctor walk away and whisper to each other. I was kept in the dark about what they were discussing (and am grateful for this - I found out the following day that the cord was wrapped around Baby's neck). They started to grab things, etc. and then the next thing you know, about 5 other staff members walk into our room and go about setting up stuff. Meanwhile, we continue to push through the next couple of contractions and the nurse and DH were SO ENCOURAGING, but my doctor was like a drill sergeant. I felt like I was failing my baby and everyone in the room. THEN, my doctor says to me and the staff that Baby is in distress and that if we don't get him out in the next contraction, we were going to get a CSection. I started crying and losing my mind at that point. The nice nurse and another nice nurse that came into help and DH were all encouraging me and were telling me that I COULD do it and that I was RIGHT THERE. His head was there and that I was doing an amazing job. So the final contraction came and I pushed him out the third breath (of 10 seconds of pushing for each turn) and my doctor apparently used a vacuum and pulled Baby out. It was a stunning and shocking moment. It was my very last chance of all chances and I did it. DH then announced to the room that that was his son, Nico. We had not yet decided on a name and actually spent the day with our moms and my sister inlaw discussing names. I loved that DH was certain of Baby's name and didn't blink twice. Our son is Ni.co Joa.quin.
Meeting him took a while because they whisked him away to the side of the room where the observation table was. They cleaned him and he had fluid in his lungs and he pooped during labor, so they took him out of the room after they did his stats. I was able to watch while my doctor was stitching me up (1st degree tear and episiotomy). Nico measured at 7lbs 14 oz and 21.25". He has gorgeous lips and a button nose and big eyes. He's absolutely perfect! They gave him to me for about 2 minutes and then they took him to the nursery for observation for a few hours and I was left alone in my room, texting everyone about the great news!
They finally brought our baby to our room and DH and I were then left to our own bonding time with him. We were in Heaven! Our precious baby boy didn't cry, wasn't fussy, was alert and latched on PERFECTLY for breastfeeding.
Nico can lift his head on his own, lift his legs by himself, he doesn't cry much and even gave me a quick smile. He will stare at my eyes and will even follow them when I move. Guys, my Baby is just so perfect. DH and I are IN LOVE with this GORGEOUS baby boy. He makes me proud, this is the best thing I have ever done in my life.
I will say that the unsavory parts of childbirth are NOT fun. I cannot wait until things down south get back to normal. I have since suffered from incontinance (full bladder just coming right out when I stand - this has since gotten a ton better), an outside hemmaroid, and of course just the typical pain from the tears.
If you've made it this far, thanks for indulging me and allowing me to brag. I love this baby SO MUCH. DH, as suspected, is already a great and caring dad. He is just as smitten with our son as I am!
Guys, after years and years of I/F, I'm finally a mom now!
He is beautiful. So glad you got to push him out and avoided a c-section after all that work!
What's weird is that I felt like I was letting my doctor down. She's very straight-forward and is a no-nonsense kind of person. She kept saying "PUSH, PUSH, etc." in a way that was very "C'mon! Do it!!!". Meanwhile the nurses were sweet and nurturing and encouraging. So, the day after delivery, my doc comes to my room and tells me how awesome I did and how quickly it was done. She then informs me of the wrapped cord + baby poop issues. She said that I did an excellent job. I was shocked because I thought I totally sucked at pushing and felt like a failure for feeling like I was taking so long, pluS she had to use the vacuum.
My DH explained to me that their method was probably good cop vs bad cop. Who knows! But I'm glad she let me know I did well. It was weighing on my heart that I took so long and put my baby at risk.
Your story sounds a little similar to mine (which I need to write up, although the honestly I think I have a little PTSD about it. It was hard). But we also started pushing with our nurse only who was super sweet and kept telling me how good I was doing. Then the dr came in and she was much more direct and forceful. In the end I kind of think the nurses were lying to me since I ended up pushing for 4.5 hours (ow, at least they never told me the time, I didn't know that until after or I would have totally given up!). I'm just glad after that I did get her out after all that!