And here it is.
The post that some of you devour and others do anything to avoid.
I called the hospital at 7:30 a.m. on Tuesday, October 14th and was given the all clear to come in. Ron and I arrived at admissions just after 8:00 a.m. and were sent upstairs just a few minutes later. We went straight into a labor and delivery room and after I changed into a lovely hospital gown, they monitored the baby for 20 minutes and then the midwife came in and injected the cervidil gel to hopefully get contractions started. I was dilated to 2 cm at that point (around 9:00 a.m.). I had to remain lying down for an hour after the injection and then was permitted to get up and walk. And walk I did! I walked and walked and walked. I walked as much as they would let me (in between monitoring checks) from 9:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. The gel did get contractions started and while they were regular, they were not very painful.
At 4:00 p.m. I had dilated to about a 3.5 or 4, but the baby hadn't dropped much (she was in a -2 position). I was then started on a very low dose of pitocin. From then on, I couldn't get up to move anymore (except for bathroom breaks). They started the pitocin low and then moved me up one dose (the numbers they used started at one and went up by one) every 30 minutes if the baby looked good.
During this time, I asked both the midwife and the OB on call to break my water, as I knew that this little girl would come very quickly once that happened. Neither would agree to do that until the baby had dropped down further, or until I had dilated more as they were concerned about two things. One, that a fast delivery would stress her out and two, that her small size and higher position would allow the cord to come below her head when the water gushed out. I was very frustrated by this, but as soon as the OB started talking about how if I wanted the baby out quickly, I could always get a c-section, I stopped arguing and decided to wait until the next day when the OB would rotate off.
By the time it was midnight, my pitocin dose was at a 13 and I was feeling the contractions, though still not having to breathe through them. Overnight, the baby's movement and heart rate went into a sleeping state, so they did not increase pitocin. I was able to get 30-45 minutes of sleep at a time from midnight to about 6 a.m. and surprisingly wasn't as exhausted as I thought I would be in the morning.
At 6 a.m. the baby started waking up and they continued to increase pitocin, this time by 2 or 3 numbers at a time. I was quickly at a 18 dose and the nurse was just "sure" that the baby had flipped and was no longer head down as everyone she has worked with that the baby is head down and the dose is at a 18 is screaming in pain. I was not screaming. I was, however, breathing through the contractions, but could manage this pain for a while still (I told them I was a 7 on the pain scale at this point*).
At 8:35 a.m. Dr. Vigue, the doctor that initially diagnosed the baby as IUGR (intrauterine growth restriction) and the Dr. I had been seeing the most regularly through all of my appointments, came in as she was now on call for the day. She checked to see how far I was (still 3.5-4 cm dilated and baby still at a -2 position) and said to the nurse "hand me the amniotic hook." She then broke my water and we were on our way. It happened so fast that I almost didn't have time to react, but I knew it was time to get my game on.
My pain immediately increased to an 8 or 9 and began to really have to use all of my "techniques**" to get through the contractions. I had Ron apply counter pressure on my lower back for most of this time period and that helped a ton. At 9:15 a.m. I had Ron press the call button (moving was not an option for me) as I wasn't ready to push yet, but could tell it was really close. Dr. Vigue had me switch sides for the next few contractions and then it was time.
Two pushes later, Brynlee Kay arrived! She was tiny and perfect and not as little as the nurses and doctors were expecting. She did great on all of her tests and they didn't need any of the emergency NICU equipment they had ready just in case. She was born at 9:20 a.m. and was 6 lbs. 4 oz. and 19 inches long. I was so excited to have her here and to be done!***
*Ron and I have very different ideas of the pain scale. While I can't truly remember how much childbirth hurts (until I'm doing it again), I know that it is worse than anything else I have felt, so I save that 10 number for when the baby is coming out. I then gauge everything backwards off of that. Most of the day we were in the hospital, I was at a 2 or 3 on the pain scale. That was the honest truth. At home, I wouldn't have even taken medicine for that kind of pain. As the pitocin increased, my pain went up some, but I always knew it was going to be so much worse, so I had to save some numbers for the end. :) I will also say that I was very close to asking for the epidural with this one. 24 hours is a long time to labor! If Dr. Vigue would have given me any time to reconsider before breaking my water, I may have caved. Through the entire stay, whenever a new nurse or doctor would confirm that I did not want an epidural they would look at me like I was a crazy person, until I explained that this would be my 3rd birth with no drugs. Their facial expressions were pretty great though.
**I have no real techniques besides breathing, closing my eyes and relaxing any muscle I can find that will obey. Ron applying counter pressure this time was a new one, but much needed.
***While I was SUPER frustrated with no one on Tuesday being willing to break my water, I know that Brynlee just wanted to come on the Lord's timing and not on mine. I would do it all again as long as she would come safe and sound. Another side note - our hosptial usually delivers about three babies a day (which was true on Tuesday while I was laboring). On Wednesday, they delivered NINE! Brynlee was the first and at one point they had all six delivery rooms full and women were laboring in the waiting room, waiting for a room to open!
And because I know you might want to compare:
Easton's
birth story (I love that I talk about how quickly I progress in this one. Oh, how little I knew!)
Kendree's
birth story
Devynee's
birth story