Well….where shall I begin.
Friday, October 23rd, 2009 I was scheduled to be induced at the hospital. The hospital called around 8:30 AM, so hubby and I got ourselves ready and headed out.
We arrived at the hospital, checked ourselves in, were placed in a room and introduced to our nurse. I was instructed to put on the hospital gown, and then I would be hooked up to the monitor and the nurse would explain the days process to me. Hubby took this opportunity to park the vehicle and bring the rest of our things into the hospital.
The nurse hooked me up to the monitor – one device to monitor the baby’s heartrate and another device to monitor my contractions. She read my birth plan, and then sat down with me to go over the plan and discuss the induction process.
I received my IV at 9:45 AM, and they started ‘the drip’ around 10:20 AM. She advised me that I wouldn’t feel too many changes from ‘the drip’ for the 1st hour, as the dosage is still fairly low, but as they begin to increase the dosage every half hour, I should feel my contractions change and intensify. I was advised in the beginning that I would be monitored for 1 hour after ‘the drip’ started to make sure baby was coping well with the process.
Hubby brought the laptop, so we could be as comfortable as possible, so we watched The Princess Bride and some Russell Peters to pass the time.
Around 11:30AM, we got a different nurse for the day, so we got familiar with her. I checked with the nurse as to why I was still being monitored, as we wanted to utilize different techniques (exercise ball, shower, walking) in order to move the labour along, and manage pain. She advised me that although the baby’s heartrate was strong and consistent at 140bpm the monitor tracing wasn’t what they liked to see. They were speculating that the cord could be wrapped around his neck or that there was meconium in the fluid. Therefore, they needed to monitor me/baby. I wasn’t very happy about this, as laying in bed gets to be uncomfortable, and isn’t the best way to try and manage contractions (especially when we want to have a natural birth).
Around 12:30 PM, my nurse checked my cervix and I was 3 cm. At that point, I felt that it was progress, but I was really hoping for more of a change. They didn’t check me when I first arrived, so I can only assume that ‘the drip’ changed me from 2cm (as reported in my last Dr. appt) to 3 cm. Then again, I could have been 3 cm when arrived – I guess we’ll never know.
The contractions were increasing, but were still manageable, as they felt like stronger menstrual cramps. I did begin to feel some back pain at this point.
The nurse had advised me to notify her when I felt the urge to poop, as she would check my cervix. Around 1:30 PM I felt the urge, so the nurse check me – still only 3 cm. Argh! That was a frustrating moment. I had been on ‘the drip’ for 3 hours, and my cervix hadn’t changed at all. I was definitely feeling a change in my contractions, and they were getting more intense and closer together. I really didn’t know what to think.
At around 2:30 PM the Dr. came back to check on me, and see how things were progressing. At this point, my contractions were getting quite strong and I started to utilize some of the breathing techniques we were taught in prenatal classes. The Dr. checked my cervix, and once again, no change. I was still at 3cm. She also broke my water – which confirmed the earlier meconium speculation. The Dr. didn’t seem very positive about the lack of change, and I was quite frustrated as well, considering I was experiencing quite a bit of pain with the contractions and it wasn’t changing my cervix at at all.
Between 3PM-4PM, my contractions really seemed to intensify. I was using hubby for support a lot, and he was counting as we breathed together through the contractions. I started to feel the urge to vomit, so the nurse got me a basin to hold onto just in case. The contractions were quite strong at this point, and it took everything I had to get through each one. It didn’t actually seem like they let up at all, it seemed more like a constant contraction. Although according to the monitor, there were definitely peaks and valleys to my contractions.
All of a sudden during one of the contractions, I was finding it hard to breath. I was laying on my side with my head laying in the bowl, holding hubby’s hand and trying to breath through the contraction. But I couldn’t! My breath would stop as I would attempt to breath in and out, and end in a big cough. It felt like there was something lodged in my airway. I was quite vocal to hubby and the nurse about my inability to breath, and I was given some oxygen right away. This was the start of the drama of my labour.
With my oxygen mask on, I was still having some problems getting a complete breath in or out. I was quite distressed about my breathing and continued to express it openly. The nurse immediately called for some help – I wasn’t really sure what was happening, as my breathing had returned to normal. In about 30 sec there was 5 – 6 nurses/doctors in the room. Apparently, baby’s heartrate had dropped.
Everything seemed pretty hazy from my perspective. There were all these medical personnel in the room, and it seemed like everyone had to check my cervix. I was still 3 cm.
I heard them ask where my Dr. was, and were adamant about getting her to return to the hospital.
One of the Dr.’s started to explain to me what was happening. Apparently, the baby was in distress. His heartrate had dropped below 100 bpm and was like that for 6 minutes. They were extremely concerned about the welfare of the baby and were talking to me about an emergency c-section in order to get the baby out. In the meantime, another Dr. (more experienced one I think) had entered the room and was checking out my cervix – boy, was that the most uncomfortable internal ever!!! I think he was trying to touch the baby’s head to see how he would respond. I don’t think it was positive. They took off my belly doppler monitor and the Dr. put on an electronic fetal lead onto the baby’s head in order to better monitor the heartrate.
The baby’s heartrate eventually returned to normal, my Dr. returned to the hospital, and I was finally off the oxygen mask. Wow!!! Intense!!
Although everything seemed well at this point, my Dr. was concerned that if the baby was to go into distress again, we would be doing an emergency c-section and that they would need to put me to sleep, as there wouldn’t be time for an epidural. Therefore, she was recommending I get an epidural now as a preventive measure – just in case. I agreed, as I have had other friends who have been put under during their c-sections and it can be disheartening to not be awake during the deliver nor for hours afterwards. Also, given the length of time it was taking for me to dilate and the intensity of the contractions, I had started to contemplate an epidural. If labour was going to continue like it had been, I was uncertain about my ability and stamina to endure the pain of contractions for another 7 cms and pushing.
Hubby and I waited about another 20 minutes or so for the anesthesiologist to arrive. At this point, it was around 4:30PM. The epidural wasn’t the greatest experience, but it definitely wasn’t as bad as I had thought. Within 10 minutes it had kicked in, and I was in heaven. Now, I am not saying I am for or against epidurals, but it definitely was wonderful to not feel the pain any longer. I could still move my legs slightly, but they were quite heavy and ‘sleepy.’
Around 5:00 PM, I was being wheeled off to the OR, and hubby was left to clean up all of our gear and get it moved to the recovery area. The Dr.’s and nurses would start to prep me for surgery and then hubby would join me before they got started. Well, that didn’t exactly happen.
They cleaned me up, gave me more drugs to freeze me from the top of my fundus down, administered some antibiotics to my IV, and put a barrier up so I couldn’t see the procedure. And then they started. I immediately shouted out, ‘where is my husband?’ I wanted him to be there to witness the birth of our child, and especially, to hold my hand. Within minutes he walked in, in scrubs, but there were so many people around me, they didn’t let him get close to me. He eventually got to sit beside me for a few minutes, but wasn’t there long before he was told to move back against the wall while 2 medical professionals stabbed a needle into my hand. This was probably the only thing that irritated me about the whole process. I’m not even sure what they were trying to do (take blood or something), but they were trying to get a needle into a vein in my hand, and they weren’t very successful. Now, I already have an big aversion to needles, so I wasn’t too impress my these 2 people trying to poke and twist a needle into my vein while I was being cut open. I even let out a big ‘oww’ to let them know they were hurting me. They eventually gave up and said they would try later.
I then felt the Dr. push down on the top of my fundus, and about 30 seconds later our son was born. He was screaming at the top of his lungs from the moment he left my body. I got a quick look as they transferred him over to the nurse and prenatal station. Hubby was over with the nurse with the video camera and got a lot of his first minutes of life recorded. I am so thankful for this, because all I could do was tilt my head to the right and look over at the nurse and hubby. I, of course, was crying over the miracle of birth.
Once they got him all cleaned up and weighed. They wrapped him up, gave him to daddy and they came over to sit by me. He was absolutely perfect! It still amazes me that my hubby and I created this little perfect, precious, adorable person. I feel so blessed.













