Gabriel's Birth Story

I figured that since this blog will be primarily to keep up with what's going on with Gabriel, a good first post would be his birth story.

On Monday the 22nd, I had my 40 week appointment with my OB. He went ahead and set an induction date for July 8th, which would have been 42 weeks for me. At that appointment, I was still only 3cm dilated and 60% effaced. To give credit to my doctor, he did make a point of telling me that since this isn't my first baby, it was possible if not probable that I wouldn't progress any more than that until I was in active labor, which kept me from stressing about it. After my exam, I bled a lot; more than just spotting. I ended up going to L&D late Monday afternoon, because I got concerned about it. They checked me out there and decided that it was just from my exam, even though it was quite a bit of blood. The baby still looked fine, and I had gone to 4cm and 70% since that morning, with contractions that were about 7 minutes apart, but inconsistent (I'd have them pretty regularly for an hour or so, then they'd stop.)

When we got home that evening, J. talked me into taking a long walk around the neighborhood. While we were walking, my contractions started up again, 3-5 minutes apart; they were uncomfortable enough that I had to stop walking during them, but not truly painful. I figured it was more "pre-labor", because when we sat down for 30 minutes so I could rest before we started back home, they went back to being 7-8 minutes apart. The walk kinda wore me out, so when we made it back home, I read for a little while (still having contractions), then decided to go to bed. J. fell asleep, but I couldn't; I was just too uncomfortable. (I was so annoyed with him for sleeping... mostly because I couldn't lol.) I continued having contractions---I wasn't timing them, but they were about the same as I'd been having for days, right around the 7 minute mark.

Around 1am, I got up to pee, and while I was in the bathroom, I had 2 contractions fairly close together, so I decided to start timing them. Just that quick, they went from 7ish minutes apart to 3 minutes apart. When they stayed that way for 20 minutes, I woke J. up and called the doctor. By the time the doctor called back (3 contractions later), they were still 3 minutes apart, and painful enough that I couldn't talk through them. The doctor told us to get to L&D, so off we went. I live about 10 minutes from the hospital I delivered at, but I swear, that drive was the longest 10 minutes of my entire life. Any bumps in the road were absolute torture during contractions... I made J. come to a complete stop in the middle of the road rather than go over railroad tracks while I was mid-contraction. My contractions didn't slow down in the car, and got progressively more painful. By the time we got to the hospital, there was no possible way I could have walked in---happily there was a wheelchair handy. (It made me giggle just a little bit to see J. RUN to fetch it, while I waited in the car.)

When they checked me out, I was up to 5cm and 90%, so we knew we were there for the real deal. I continued to labor in the side-lying position I had been using at home, and used some of the guided relaxation techniques I learned in my Bradley class. J. did a wonderful job keeping me focused and in the moment; I could never have done it without him. I had a really hard time for a while, and had it not been for J.'s steadfast commitment to helping me have the birth experience I really wanted, I think I might have caved and asked for meds. It wasn't back labor like I had with my first, but it was unlike anything I have ever heard anyone describe. I felt my contractions starting in my hips, and as burning pain down the outside of both of my thighs. It wasn't what I had been expecting, and it was really hard for me to deal with, because I felt unprepared. When I got into the serious part of my labor, I found that the position in which I was most comfortable was sitting completely upright, with my legs open and hanging down over either side of the bed. I leaned forward into J. during contractions, and once I found this position, it really helped me a lot in managing my pain. Something else that seemed to help was as I exhaled each breath during my contractions, I made this kind of groaning/moaning sound... it was sort of unconscious at first, but I realized that I felt better doing it, so I started doing it on purpose, and I feel like it really helped keep me from holding tension in my body during my contractions. (I made a lot of noise lol.) Around this time is when my water broke; just a small gush when I coughed. My nurse checked, and said the fluid was clear, and everything was fine.

My transition was fast and dirty---a series of 9 contractions that came in groups of 3, one right after the other, with about a minute between each group (I confirmed this with J. after the fact, just in case what I remembered wasn't really what happened). I kept waiting to feel the urge to push, but I didn't really feel it like I was expecting to. It wasn't really a gotta-go-poo sort of sensation... just a great deal of pressure. I asked J. to let the nurse know I was starting to feel an urge to push at the peak of my contractions. I heard him tell her I was feeling an "urgent need to push", and I was in the process of saying that it wasn't urgent yet, when my next contraction hit. It went from "kinda want to" to "I NEED TO" just that quick, from one contraction to the next; this is where things started to get interesting.

My nurse and one of the residents came in to check on me, and I was 9cm and 100%. When she examined me, the resident said that even though my water had broken, she could feel a bulging bag of waters, and she wanted to break it. I was on my back at this point because of the exam, and that made dealing with the contractions really difficult for me. I don't really have any visual memory of this part of my L&D... all there was for me was the feel of my contractions, and J.'s voice talking to me. It didn't even matter what he was saying---I just needed to hear his voice, so I knew he was still there, and I wasn't alone. The nurse told the resident that she didn't think that breaking what was left of my bag of waters was a good idea, because my doctor hadn't even been called yet, and she thought that if it was broken, I'd go pretty quickly. The resident didn't listen, however.....

As my next contraction started, the resident said it would help what she was doing, and broke my bag... and all hell broke loose. I remember hearing the nurse say, "I TOLD you!....." People were yelling, and running. Apparently, when the resident broke my waters, my baby was instantly in the birth canal. I felt a MASSIVE gush, and J. looked down (HA! And he said he wasn't going to!), and told me he could see the baby's head. Someone (no idea who) was yelling at me not to push, and J. was telling me to just breathe, that everything was going to be okay. I remember yelling, "Somebody HELP ME!" because they were telling me not to push, and I wasn't... at least, not consciously. My body just took over, and did what it did. They didn't even have time to get me upright, and my bed broke down for delivery. J. was holding one of my legs, and the L&D nurse held the other, and in just 2 contractions (I didn't even really push), Gabriel Charles D. was born, weighing 9 lbs. 3 oz., delivered by the resident sitting on the foot of my bed. He was 21 inches long.

Time kinda stopped for me, but J. told me after that the whole experience, from the time the resident went in to break my water until Gabriel was born, was about 5 minutes. Apparently I covered the resident (and the floor, and the medical students who were watching, and the nurse...) in fluid and blood; the L&D room looked like a massacre happened in it, instead of the birth of a baby. The force of my involuntary pushing was so great that fluid didn't just gush out---it sprayed. J. seemed to find it kinda funny, because he's the only person I didn't get. There was even blood on the curtains, which we noticed while they were cleaning me up.

I needed a couple of stitches for a small first degree tear, but other than that, I was perfect. When I became "aware" of what was happening around me again, I realized that there were like 8 people in the room. The doctor on-call for my OB arrived about then. I remember laughing and saying, "Oh, hi! Who are all of you?"

I wasn't able to hold Gabriel and nurse him right away, nor leave his cord intact until it stopped pulsing. There was meconium in my amniotic fluid, so they took him right away, to make sure he was alright. (He was.) His Apgars were 9 and 9, and he screamed bloody murder the whole time the NICU nurse had him. By the time they had me cleaned up and stitched up, the nurse had taken care of Gabriel, and they let me have him to hold. He didn't really nurse, but I put him on my chest and held him. (I had forgotten what a euphoric feeling that is the first time.... if only that feeling could be bottled and saved, you know?)

I had my orange juice (which the hospital provided---we forgot ours lol), and was able to get up to pee while still in the delivery room. We were there for about an hour and a half after delivery, and I totally could have gotten up and walked to my room in the postpartum unit, but they wouldn't let me!