Sunday, November 7, 2010

How we got here...

So a long time ago a friend over at another blog prompted the question of birth experiences. And back then I was still very new to blogging and didn't feel quite ready to give my readers such intimate details. I wanted to warm them up a little, get to know them and let them get to know me. So I blogged about love. And marriage. And so I guess all that's left is literally the baby in the baby carriage.

I never really understood why women shared their birth stories until I had my own to share. Now I totally get it. To other women who have gone thru it, it's like comparing notes. Sharing war stories. And to women who have not experienced it, it's giving them a tiny glimpse of what actually happens. I know before I had Jack I wanted to hear as many birth stories as I could. The good, the bad, whatever. I wanted to know what I was in for.



So here is mine...



***disclaimer***

Friends and family that do not want to know the gory details of Jack's birth...stop reading. I'm not planning on getting too graphic here, but we all know that my idea of TMI is different than most!





So let me give you a little back story here.

Getting pregnant wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. And when it finally did happen I miscarried. Luckily, right after my miscarriage I got pregnant again. Except for the morning sickness in the beginning, my pregnancy was pretty easy. I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism early on, but that was taken care of with a little pill each day. As a matter of fact, once my morning sickness went away I felt great. Right up until my due date. October 27th. After that, uncomfortable doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. I barely slept because there is no easy way to sleep after 40 weeks and to top it off I had horrible heart burn and reflux in the end. So my due date came and went with nothing. nada. zip. Not even a millimeter of dilation. My OB kept telling me I was almost 80% effaced which she thought was a good thing, but I cursed every day past my due date that I didn't go into labor.

All 13.5 of them. (Looking back on the whole thing, my OB is really lucky that I LOVED her, because otherwise I probably would never consider going back for #2 to a doctor that let me go 2 weeks past my due date.)

At my 41 week appointment my induction was scheduled. November 8th, Jack was getting his eviction notice. My next OB appointment was for the 6th to make sure that he still had plenty of fluid to swim around in-not that there was much room to go anywhere at that point- and go for my last non-stress test.

The morning of the 6th I went to my appointment with little hopes of showing any progress. I figured if I kept my expectations low I might be pleasantly surprised. WRONG! The ultrasound looked fine. They kept saying Jack was measuring around 9 lbs-more on that later-and the technician even had the gall to tell me he looked nice and "cozy" in there. After I had my stress test and a wonderfully invasive internal exam in which my "membranes were stripped"-yes for those of you who haven't had a child that is as uncomfortable as it sounds- I was sent on my way. Back home to wait some more.

That night I was watching TV in bed when I turned sides and felt a gush. Not a huge gush, but a gush none the less. Kevin of course had to ask me if I was sure I hadn't "just peed myself" and after I thought about it for a minute I assured him I had not. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and he went to the computer to google "what happens when your water breaks". Since it wasn't very much fluid I didn't really want to get my hopes up. And after his research Kevin came to the conclusion, based of course on his rich medical background, that it was what was known as a high leak. In his expert opinion, I should lay back down and wait a half hour or so. If it happened again the next time I got up, then we would call the doctor and see what she said. And I agreed. Mostly because I didn't want to be one of those women that called her doctor every 5 minutes to see if she was in labor, but also because I wanted to finish watching Grey's Anatomy.

Sure enough 30 minutes later...gush.

I got up called my doctor who said the most amazing words ever..."Come on in, it sounds like your water broke"

So Kev and I excitedly got our things together. We made some calls. And we got in the car. Nervous. Excited. We talked about how this was going to be the last time it was just us. How we couldn't wait to meet this little guy.

And then we were admitted to Labor and Delivery and I was sent to one of those rooms where they check you out to see if you are really in labor. After waiting to be seen and suffering thru another wonderfully invasive internal exam, the nurse came back in the room.

My water had not broke.

I was still not dilated.

I was not in labor.

FAIL, FAIL, FAIL.

The fluid, she said, was likely due to the aggressive exam I had earlier that day. On the advice of my doctor I was sent back home. No baby.

But something was happening. I just had to wait for 3 more days for it to all be over...





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2 comments:

Rachel M. said...

wow that's a long time to be pregnant! I bet he was a happy baby since he was so relaxed about coming out!

{Selma} Crazy Little World Of Mine said...

Ha, sounds like my mom's story. I was over two weeks late and she pretty much went through similar days/moments. At least what she told me. ;)

Happy Sunday.