Birth Stories!! What are yours?
So birth stories are fun to hear. Here's mine (first pregnancy/birth). I'd love to hear others as well!!
July 3 evening. (Baby due July 9) Had some strong contractions. Went to the hospital around 6pm. Was there for a few hours. Was dilated to 2, but they said I wasn't progressing or in enough pain so they sent me home. However, I couldn't get through a contraction without screaming, so I certainly thought I was in enough pain! I was really hungry after we got out of the hospital and wanted to go to a diner to get some food. I really wanted to go in and eat, but my husband said that we would freak out the whole restaurant because I kept screaming and grunting with every contraction. So we didn't go, but stopped for some fast food.
Got home. Took a hot bath to try to ease some pain, stood up and my water broke while in the tub!!! No clean up! (But this was like 1 1/2 hours after being released from the hospital. Stupid!) I yelled to my husband that my water broke. He said "Are you sure?" Of course I was sure!!! I had like gallons of fluid coming out of me. My husband came into the bathroom (when I'm still gushing fluid), looked at me with disgust and said "Ugh. That's more disgusting than gutting a deer." (My husband is quite the hunter.) He's lucky I'm not too sensitive about that stuff. Hahaha.
We got into the car and then my contractions were uber painful. My husband thought I was going to break our vehicle. Called my mom and she said it's common that contractions get more painful after water breaking. (Didn't know that, but makes sense.) Anyways, I started to have a feeling like I had to poop. That really worried me because I had heard that is the feeling when you have to push. I told my husband that I thought I had to push. We were both kind of frantic. He didn't know what to do. I yelled to "JUST GET THERE!" He went like 100 mph. It turned out that I didn't have to push. Just farted a few times.
Got to the hospital. You get to a room pretty quick and you're hugely pregnant and screaming. After signing a bunch of papers to get an epidural, I got one about an hour after I arrived to the hospital. Sweet relief. Man, do those things work wonders. By like 3 in the morning (or so) I was dilated to 7 (which was good). But I stopped dilated after that. They gave me some Pitocin to try to speed up my dilating (around 6 in the morning). That didn't work for me very well. Went until about 11am before they saw any change in my dilating. But at this time I started getting a fever.
I kept shaking. I wasn't quite sure why. I didn't feel very sick, just in like a daze or dream or something. Well, my fever kept going up and I was soon on antibiotics. They had me start pushing around 2 pm when I was finally dilated to 10. Didn't make much progress. Didn't really feel all there. My fever kept going up. Went up to 104 degrees. I kept shaking too. They were monitoring her heart rate and it started going up. My doctor was getting worried. She said that she was going to try to vacuum her and if that didn't work they were going to open me up (c section). I am crying writing this because it was really scary, but my husband and I didn't have time to be scared or worried. We just had to do whatever we could.
So vacuuming isn't a very safe thing to do. It's more used for emergencies now-a-days. They only were going to try to vacuum her for 5 contractions. My doctor made sure I understood that I only had 5 contractions. I was all there. I knew what I had to do and I gave it my all. I was determined to get this girl out. Didn't want a c section. So I pushed and they pulled and on the 5th contraction she was out. Praise the Lord!!
I got to hold her and nurse her shortly after she was born (15 minutes or so). She was born with a slight fever and they wanted to monitor her well for a little bit. Her fever came down quickly. Mine took a day. They didn't some tests on her to make sure she didn't have an infection. She didn't. I did. I was just thankful for my baby. I didn't care how I felt.
That's my story!! Beautiful baby girl, Alexa, is almost 4 months, July 4 baby. She is happy and healthy. I LOVE being a mom.
This should be fun. My baby was due at the end of September but was born a preemie five weeks early. I'd visited with my sister that day and had a chili dog for lunch and lasagna for dinner... so at 2 a.m. I thought it was indigestion. Ooops, it wasn't.
The whole pregnancy was frightening because I'd lost a baby five years before and it took that long to get pregnant again. There were some scares along the way, too, so the memory of that August night has always been a blur. I was numb. We got to the hospital and they talked about stopping the labor but then the specialist checked me and said the baby was big enough to be born and they should let it happen.
It was a very short labor... a little less than 6 hours, and she was born weighing 4 lb. 13 oz. There were no visible health problems but they kept us both for four days because of my blood pressure and to watch her because of the preemie status. By the time we were discharged, she was 4 lb. 10 oz... but started gaining steadily after that.
katews - Sounds that that was a scary/difficult birth. And I'm so sorry to hear about your miscarriage. Ugh. That must be so hard. I'm so sorry. Glad you were able to get pregnant again and that little one started doing much better after birth. How old is she now?
I haven't given birth yet, but trying to get pregnant...thought I'd peek around and get to know some of the great Moms here and some scary and not so scary stories about childbirth! lol
My DS is 6 now. His due date was September 12th. I was lucky to have a fairly easy pregnancy. The only problems he game me was a little heartburn (yep he came out with hair) and a pinched nerve in my back. That took care of it's self at some point. I also had slightly high blood pressure so they had me off of work a month before his due date and I was doing NSTs every few days towards the end.
September 10 I decided to have friends over for dinner. It wasn't a huge deal. It's not like spaghetti is super hard to make. While sitting their contractions started. I looked up at everyone around the table and said that our son will be joining us tomorrow. Everyone paniced. I laughed. I knew I had time. My contractions were 10 minutes apart. I just got a pillow to sit on and we finished dinner. At 6am the next day I told my husband to grab the bag we were heading to the hospital. The contractions were closer together and much more painful.
We got to the hospital and we were in triage forever it felt like. I finally had to stop a nurse to see if we were being admitted. I guess it was shift change and they thought the other shift told me. The nurse came in to give me my IV and let me tell you. That girl needs a lot more practice. She couldn't get it in my arm and had to put it in my had. What a mess. I know I have jumpy vains at times but that was nuts.
We finally got into the delivery room and the wait began. I got my epidural and very much enjoyed looking at the monitors to see when I was having a contraction. My mom considered it cheating. Well around 9:00 that night the epidural started wearing off. I was close but I just told them it was time. They came in to give me an extra boost. Yeah that didn't work at all. In the end it was 11 at night and I was pushing my little one out.
The dr kept telling me I wasn't trying hard enough. My husband was in shock with how hard he knew I was pushing as hard as I could. And my IV was starting to come out of my hand. My husband grabbed the medical tape and wrapped my hand up like a mummy. Well after pushing hard for an hour they decided to let me rest for a few seconds on my side and I felt my little one rotate. He had been facing my leg the entire time, no wonder he wasn't coming out. Two more pushes and he was through.
In the process of being transfered to our regular room they lost our little one for a moment. Luckily I was so out of it I didn't know until after they had found him. They took him to the nursery to put him under a heating lamp for a bit but the paper work said Nursery and they actually sent him to NICU. Luckily my husband found him and after he was warm he never left our room.
I went over 24 hours without food and 48 without a shower. So my recomendation for anyone who hasn't given birth yet is make sure you eat something before you get to the hospital and take a shower as well. Because I did have pitocin and an epidural I wasn't able to get up to take a shower. I felt gross. Not that child birth is pretty but it would have been better had I felt cleaner. I remember my first shower. It was like heaven!
Yes, I remember my first shower after birth. It was so nice!! Zeekums - I can't believe they lost your baby! Glad your hubby found him!!
How frightening to realize that your baby was lost... even for a short time! Thank you for sharing your story with us.
Did you notice that you'd had a spaghetti dinner and I'd had a lasagna dinner... hmmm, we may be onto something here. I can see the headlines now "Pasta sauce proven to start labor."
And yes, I remember that first shower... heavenly is right! I wasn't able to eat anything before leaving for the hospital... it was the middle of the night and 5 weeks early. I didn't even think of it, but it's a good idea if you're not panicked, yes!
I'm glad you started this thread.
Birth stories, to me, are sort of like surgery stories. Once you are part of the club, you sort of bond together through mutual experience.
I had three standard deliveries in hospital rooms. No c-sections. Healthy babies. Generally enjoyable. Normal amounts of pain… you all know the rest….
HAHA oh man. I had a terrifying (looking back not too horrible) first birthing experience too!
Started having contractions on a saturday morning- decided to call off work and stay home thinking baby was coming.... no such luck even though contractions were coming regularly the entire day, they were not getting stronger.
Doctors office wanted me in to check contractions and progress on sunday morning. Went in and got hooked up to the monitor for an hour only to be told that "while my contractions were strong - um no kidding!- they were not making me dilate past 2 cm. come in tomorrow for the appointment that was already scheduled as my 39 week check up. At this point I'm thinking about how I should have gone to work friday and just went in on monday and not wasted my time.
Monday I go in and see a new doctor who checks me- only 3cm- and then says "lets see if we can get things going" and jabs her fingers so hard into my cervix that I thought I was going to puke! Let doctors office, disappointed again with no progress in the intensity of contractions, went to a Lowes store so my husband could oogle over tools while I looked like a miserable whale. Left store and went to a relatives house about 10 minutes away where I suddenly felt like I better get to the bathroom because I thought I had to pee. NOPE turns out my water broke just as I was going to sit on the toilet. It wasn't the little 'trickle' they talk about either, it was like yours, the gushing 50 gallons of fluid swoosh that happens in TV shows. My uncle had to give me a new pair of pants and a pair of my aunts underwear just so I would leave their bathroom. My husband is laughing because every time I think it stops I try to stand up and what seems like 50 more gallons flies out. I now leave their house in bright red sweatpants and my nice blouse- don't care just want to drive home, get my bag and get to the hospital. Of course even with a HUGE overnight sanitary napkin on I have water all over my pants by the time we get the hospital. I wrap the towel my husband so kindly placed on the passenger side of our seat around my ugly pants and waddle onto the labor/delivery unit. Right away a nurse says "Oh you must be Mrs. blah blah let me show you to your room!" I was super excited to find out we got the room with a tub- score.
Unfortunately when the doctor came in to check me and found that even hours after my water broke I was still only 3cm dilated, they decided to induce me and I was hooked up to so many monitors that I wasn't allowed to get up, let alone use the awesome jet tub . At this point contractions go from a level 3pain to 9 in 10 minutes and it about 12 noon. I am hoping at this point that because the pain is so intense my cervix is doing it's thing right? Nope the pain continues with me being determined not to use any drugs, hoping I am dilating, until about 9 p.m when the nurse insists that I get some drugs to help with the pain. I think she was tired of my shaking/moaning and quite frankly so and I. I get a shot of something that makes me feel drunk for all of 15 minutes before the pain returns and I can't talk once again.... At this point the nurse tells me "honey you are still not even close to delivering this baby- how do you feel about an epidural?" Oh hell yes nurse, get me that thing! I am going to kill someone if I don't since you won't even let me get out of this f-ing bed! 11pm I get an epidural and myself and my husband are happy as can by by 11:15pm. I did have to wear an oxygen mask after receiving it but that was better than breaking my husbands hands and feeling like I was getting stabbed in the stomach for another 10 hrs.
9:00 am the next day a nurse asks if I am ready to start pushing and although I don't particularly feel like the contractions are getting stronger I am all for it. I had no idea what you would/wouldn't feel with an epidural. Well turns out I'm not even fully dilated when the doc comes in to check me at 10:30 anyways after I have been pushing with all my might for an hour and a half but says "well your getting close, keep pushing" and leaves. SAY WHAT!?
Well around 11 he comes back in and says I am fully dilated then leaves so even though I have been pushing like crazy, although feeling a bit tired now!, I get a renewed sense of energy and go hard at it again. around 12...Doc comes back and decides to try having me squat a little (my epidural has run out of stopped or whatever cause I can move freely and feel EVERYTHING) well squatting is sort of helping but then he freaks again and calls in the emergency C-section team.... another 3 extra people in addition to the doc and 2 nurses come in. There are now 7 people all staring at my vagina (who cares just get it out !) 12:45 they say "wait the head is coming- do you want a mirror?"
"NOOOO" I scream, I am also trying to rip the stupid oxygen mask off, in which the very sweet nurses keep reminding me I can't do and put back. Baby still not out a 1pm in which doctor talks about vacuuming the baby out- Renewed sense of energy again because I didn't want that to happen. A few more nurses enter the room and I now have a whole cheerleading team yelling "come on Katie, almost there" "You can do it" Not exaggerating when I say there were over 11 people all watching me give birth. And about this time he cuts me- episiotomy which I Feel all of, ouch and then it feels like he is sticking both hands up me while something is coming out from the inside and viola! At 1:11pm my baby girl was born. Lots of cheering but no crying... she's not making a peep. I mean I know her heart rate was low since they had a monitor hooked to her scalp but now I am scared that something is seriously wrong. Then they plop her on my chest and I feel like I am about to pass out so I can't even really hold her- I see she has a ton of dark hair and then they whisk her out of the room again, the whole time I then start to freak out because she didn't cry! My husband leaves to follow the nurses.... after all that, the doc goes to stitch me up without using any local anesthetic! I was like "OUCH MAN come on!" I just had a baby and now you are going to stab me repeatedly with a tiny needle in the crouch?! He apologized and made sure I was good and numb before proceeding. Thanks.... A few minutes later my husband comes back happy as can be to report that she is absolutely fine and now screaming like crazy in the nursery. whew.
Second kid was awesome though. Good thing too. I told my husband that if the second delivery was anything like the first I was getting my tubes tied ASAP. But Luckily I went into labor a tuesday morning, things kept progressing by tuesday around 5 was submitted to the hospital, had an epidural around 6:30 when the pain was getting too intense and I was afraid, honestly, to go without for fear I would be in screaming pain another 10 hrs like before. They broke my water around 7pm and At 8pm felt very strong urge to push - nurse comes in, says go ahead and push, so I do... she screams "STOP STOP I DON'T WANT TO DELIVER THIS BABY. Do not push until I come back with the doctor!!!!" A minute later doctor comes in, I push about 2 times and out pops our baby boy. What a big difference from the first delivery. I felt like getting up and dancing around. I didn't even know he had to/was stitching me up until he was almost done this time either yay!
Kate - thanks for sharing. Quite a difficult labor. I remember the nurse asking me when pushing if I wanted a mirror too. I yelled at her "I don't care!" I also remember the medicine they gave me that made me feel drunk. It didn't really do anything but make the room spin.
The birth of my kids happened over the course of 7 days. At around 1 am on a Monday, my water broke. It wasn't as dramatic as I expected, so I wasn't sure exactly what had happened. I phoned my doctor and she told me I could go to the hospital if it would make me feel safer. I did.
After examining me, the attending OB told me that my son's water had broken and the babies were coming within hours, after I received the second steroid shot for their lung development. She asked me what my birth plan was, and I told her it was whatever Dr. S (my high risk OB) decided. She left the room telling me babies were on the way, phoned my OB and returned with a totally different plan.
I stayed in the hospital on bed rest for 6 days until Saturday night. My doctor's plan was to keep me in the hospital and monitor me for a few more weeks. My son's plan was to be born the next day.
I had intense pains, which I am sure are pretty universal and labor through the night until the epidural. I thought of proposing marriage to the epidural guy on the spot for saving me from the pain, but I decided it was in poor taste because my husband was in the room.
Normal delivery was still an option through the night.
Around noon on Sunday, the nurse came into my room and told my husband that because it was my first delivery, it could take hours. She told him that he should go and get a sandwich or something to eat. He listened and left. Of course, about 2 minutes later, my OB came in and told me it was C section time, now. No sandwiches.
I was scared and worried. It was such a long haul for me to get to this point, and my kids were finally on the way. From the waist up, I was a bundle of nerves. When they wheeled me into the operating room, I heard one of my favorite Springsteen songs, and knew it would be okay.
My son was born, and two minutes later, my daughter.
The kids spent a few weeks in the NICU, without complications and are great today.