The Story...

 Friday, July 8, 2011

So I've had some people asking about my birth story, so I thought this would be a good place to post it. Plus, I'd like to write it all out before I forget. 

So my due day came...and went, with no baby. Pregnancy is all fun and games until the last few weeks, then it becomes torture once you are overdue...especially in 90+ degree heat. 

40w Pregnant...and miserable.
At my hospital (Blanchfield Army Community Hospital) they won't induce you before 41weeks, and won't let you go past 42 weeks. It should also be noted, that most providers are Midwives, unless you are deemed "high risk" (I was, and has an awesome MD)...and unless you end up being a complicated delivery/needing a c-section, whatever midwife is on call delivers you. There is a doctor on call as well, but just to oversee things and deal with anything complex. This means, your provider isn't necessarily, actually isn't likely, the person who is going to deliver your baby. That is my only real complaint with the system. I just happened to luck out, more on that later.

41w belly. Day of induction.

So 40weeks came and went. I was ticked, depressed, sad, anxious, miserable, and well, any other emotion you could possibly think of. My family had been here for days, waiting on little Rafi to arrive. I walked, and walked, and walked. It didn't work. I think I was even more mad because I'd been dilated and effaced (2-3cm and 75%) for weeks. So, I never anticipated going overdue! 

I had been having bouts of contractions for days, and the morning of June 8th, the day of my 41w appointment I'd been up since about 1am having contractions off and on. My appointment was at 10:30am and my husband (and family sitting at my house), and I were all praying my doctor would induce me that day, knowing full well she would probably make me wait until at least that Friday, since I'd be told I was due on both June 2nd, and June 4th. With the military, you learn they like to be complicated. I just knew she would be obligated to go by the June 4th date, and make me wait until exactly 41w. She examined me, and said she was going to go call Labor and Delivery to see if/when I could come in to be induced. She warned that they might be busy and not to get my hopes up that they would even have room for me today. She came back with my file and told me to head on down! I told her she was my hero! She then warned that induction can take a long time, and to not expect a baby until probably tomorrow. Fine with me! I just wanted to get the show on the road. Even better? She was the MD that was on call for L&D, and she would be heading down there after her appointments that day.

Me getting my IV in place.

At 10:45 I was sitting in the waiting room of L&D waiting to be called back and put in a room. I was so giddy with excitement. The fear of labor and pain had long sense faded from my brain, and I was just ready to meet my little girl and no longer be pregnant! I was put in my room by 11, hooked up to the monitors and an IV in place. Something really odd happened while/after the IV was in. I started to feel extremely weird and like I was under water. I told my nurse who was a little concerned. Within about 5-10mins and a cup of water later I was feeling fine. They chalked it up to me being on my back too long, but remained a little cautious. At 12noon they started Pitocin to get my contractions going and regular. Brian and I were obsessed with watching the little screen that showed my contractions. I have no idea why...maybe just because it was confirmation that I really was in labor, and our little girl was on her way. We spent that time in my room mostly just the two of us talking and watching TV, with the occasional visit from my mom and sister when Brian would need to go eat or make a phone call. At some point here, they had to put me on my side, where I remained about 98% of the time until it was time to push, because Rafi kept coming off the monitor.




Honestly, the contractions weren't nearly as horrible as I'd hyped them up to be in my head. Don't get me wrong, at some point...around 5ish cm dilated they did start to hurt. It was about that point they said they wanted to break my water, and that if I thought I'd want an epidural then would be the time to get it since the contractions would get much more intense and closer together once my water was broke. I made the decision that I'd go for it, no need to be a hero, and since I'd been up since 1am, I wanted to rest, or at least be able to relax before having to push, whenever that may be.  

Here is where I should probably note that I have a fairly low blood pressure. 100-108/50-60 is about tops for me. Its completely normal for me, and I don't suffer any side effects from it. 

The Nurse Anesthetist came in to put my epidural in. My heart rate started to sky rocket during the procedure, but everything else was smooth. Until my blood pressure dropped to 80/31. Every nurse on the floor ended up in my room, as did the midwife and my MD (who was on the floor by then). I think Brian was about to pass out...and all the nurses were trying to figure out how I was even still functioning. My nurse told me she had seen people with a BP that low and lower, but they were comatose, and there I was, talking to them. Of course this lead to me being pumped with IV fluids, more laying on my side, an oxygen mask, and my nurse on edge the whole time. At the same time, or shortly after, Rafi's heart rate started to drop. They ended up putting in internal monitors...3rd time was a charm? And then they ended up going back to external monitors too. I also ended up getting an amniotic transfusion in hopes that it would help with Rafi's heart rate if she was being too compressed with no amniotic fluid as a buffer/cushion. At least we knew the nursing staff was on the top of their game and ready to respond at a moments notice. I'm sure they were glad once I actually had her and got moved to the Mother-Baby Unit. We made them really work for their pay check that night.

My mom thought we needed a photo to document the drama.

I went from 6cm to 10cm in about 1 1/2-2 hrs. I started pushing at 9pm, and Rafi was born at 9:20pm. I even got to feel her head before she came out. The whole pushing experience was nothing and honestly a great experience. Of course, the drama couldn't stop then. The cord was wrapped around her neck once (probably explains her heart rate issues) and she swallowed/inhaled amniotic fluid. Shortly after she was plopped up on my belly, she was moved to the warmer, the Pediatrician was called and they moved her to the Special Care nursery (there is nor 'normal' nursery at our hospital because all healthy babies stay in the room with mom...so Special Care is like the NICU, but not AS serious, because they don't have a NICU either). I got a quick look at her and a kiss. Brian went with her to the nursery while they finished working on me and the rest of my family sat with me. He came back to give an update and her stats. Everything seemed to be going well, and she was off oxygen by about 1am. 

Getting to kiss her before they swept her off to Special Care.
I was finally able to go down and see her at about 2am. Much to my surprise, the brown haired, brown eyed girl I'd imagined for the past 10 months was no where to be found, and that little blond haired, blue eyed, cherub baby was mine! What?! I guess Brian failed to mention that to me when he reported her weight and length to me. I asked him when we walked in "that is her?" He laughed and said "well, yeah." 


Holding her for the first time.
Daddy holding her the first time.

All in all, I'd do it all again, minus my sweet girl being 'sick' and having to spend her first 36hrs in the Special Care nursery. All the rest of it, was nothing, and way more stressful on everyone else while I laid there cool as a cucumber. Brian says if either of us (Rafi and I) cause him that much stress again he doesn't know what he'd do. lol

Who wouldn't do it all again when you get to wake up to this every morning?

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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The past month...

 Thursday, July 7, 2011

Has been the best month ever. Why? Because I get to wake up every morning to this sweet face, and be her mom.






Raphael "Rafi" Celine was born June 8th, at 9:20pm. She was a whopping 8lbs 1oz, and 21inches long ( yeah, I hid that well in my little bump and 2lbs weight gain!).



She has a head full of blond hair, and big blue eyes.
 

And faces like these make getting fat, labor pains, and late nights all worth it and then some.

Until tomorrow, If you're still there.

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