So I am writing this more for me, to look back and remind myself that I am stronger than I know and definitely alot stronger than I give myself credit for.
Went into triage with contractions every 2-3 min apart to be sent home because they werent making me dilate, and because I could still talk through them. I was told that I wouldnt be able to talk through the contractions when they were "true" labor pains. Went home slept a few hrs and woke up to extremely painful contractions that were not regular AT ALL. Maybe 2 very very strong contractions an hr. I had an appt the following morning so I waited it out.
Dr checked me and told me my dilation was 1 and 100% -2 station, which was the same as the day before. So in my head I wanted to cry because that meant I was the exact same NO PROGRESS. And I was in alot of pain. By then my contractions were coming every 5 min or so and they hurt pretty bad, to the point I had to grit my teeth through them. I go home and tell my DH about my appt almost in tears. My dr had been not so reassuring at my appt. I had a follow up fluid check on baby for the next day and if fluid got lower she wanted to do a csection that same day. I was scared and nervous that if his fluid dropped, under the knife I would be. So time passes and I notice my contractions hurting more. It was about 3:45 when I finally called triage and was told to take tylenol and get in the bath,
which I did and it did absolutely nothing. Finally around 5:45 we decided to head in. I was in way to much pain to have not made any progress right? Well, I did progress just not to where I thought. I was only 2. And here they wont admit you until 4cm. Which sucked but I was in so much pain that they kept me to be sure it wasnt active labor and said they would check me in an hr for progress and if none I would go home.
Hrs pass with contractions every 3-4 min and dr,douchebag (not my dr) comes in to check me with a stupid attitude. He made me feel like a complete dumbass for being there and told me that he was more than sure that it was practice contractions and not true labor. I started crying and told him that I really wanted to try to have a vaginal birth but if the pain was going to be like this I wanted to give up and just get the csection. In which he said " well regardless, if youre not dilating youre going home" just like that he left the room mumbling to the nurse that hed be back in another hr to check my cervix.
By this time I am defeated. Im tired and in so much pain.
He comes back into the room and checks me. I am 2.5 and I beg him to keep me. I was so over every contraction by that time that I just wanted to get it over with. Thats when the triage nurse stepped in and I am so thankful for her. I was so ready to get the csection but she convinced me to get admitted, get the epidural, and hopefully relax so my body could dilate and I could still go with my original VBAC plan. I decided to do that.
So everyone leaves the room and Im waiting to get admitted so I could get some pain relief when I hear a "pop" during the peak of one of my contrations, my water breaks. It was about 11:45. The nurse comes in to confirm that indeed it was my waters and proceeds to tell me that things should start getting more intense. As if I wasnt in enough pain already. So she comes in with an IV and says shell get it started for them to speed things up. Well she ends up failing miserably at getting a line started and now have 3 huge bruises where she attempted to start my IV. The labor nurse comes in and gets the IV in no problem and I get wheeled away to the labor room...
So if your still reading awesome!! This is where it gets good!
It was about 1:15am by the time the anesthesiologist gets to my room and such a sweet lady she was. Little did I know she would end up being an awesome labor coach as well! They checked me and I was at a 3. She put in my epi in between contractions and was super confident that in no time I should be feeling relief. This is when I knew something was wrong.. I could still feel my right side. I felt every contraction and IT HURT. They were 1 min apart by this time and the epi lady was trying to "give it time to work" about 15 min pass and Im still in so much pain and ask them to take me for a csection, I was so confident the epi would work that I didnt prepare myself to be the 5% that it didnt work for. All the while my DH and all the nurses were trying to convince me to let them do the epi again.. I just didnt want to feel the pain anymore. I started feeling like I needed to poop. So the epi lady looked at me crazy and said "thats usually what people feel when its time to have a baby and youre not ready yet" I still pushed because thats what my body was telling me to do. Mind you im not all out pushing it was more like a grunting push. Thats when the epi lady asked the nurses to check me because "shes seen stranger things happen" they checked me and said I was the same only that the babys head was at station 0. At 2 about 10 min later the epi lady asks them to check me again before she redid the epidural, they check me and I am at a 9. They start prepping the place for a birth. So much for my csection that I was begging for, I was about to push out a baby regardless if I wanted to feel the pain or not. I remember crying to my DH saying I didnt want to feel the pain. I felt another gush and this is when they noticed that the baby had passed meconium. And honestly I was in so much pain it didnt really register in my head that, that was a bad thing. I start doing practice pushes while waiting for dr. doucebag to come in. He gets there around 2:15 and just uses his fingers to stretch my vagina and yells at me to PUSH. Umm well I wasnt having a contraction and didnt feel the urge to push so I didnt. In my mind at that moment I told myself that regardless of how scared I was or how inexperienced with childbirth I was, I was not going to let this man tell me what to do.. I waited for my contraction and pushed as hard as I could, It was strange to me that the pain from the contractions before was actually being met by relief from my pushing! It was awesome. I was finally getting the relief I wanted! About 10 pushes and little Elias Antonio was born at 240 am!. He had to be whisked away to get his little tummy pumped. I was later told that the meconium was in his stomach and not his lungs. After about 10 min they handed him to me and it was the most amazing feeling ever. He was alert and looked so content being with me. I got to feed him and snuggle him before they asked me to weigh him. He was 7lbs and 18.5 in of pure perfection. He got a clean bill of health and got to come to my antepartum room with me. Which is where I am atm. He and I are doing so well, yesterdays pain is now very very distant. Its amazing that I can actaully move around and use the bathroom with no issues. Everything is so awesomely perfect and I couldnt be happier. I got the VBAC that I wanted and a perfect baby boy on top!
I know late but he was born on Halloween so "Happy Halloween!!!"
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