August 25, 2014 at 39 weeks. Welcome Baby Mason #2 at 8 lbs 4 oz 20.5 inches by scheduled induction 3 days early.
That morning we woke up early to call the hospital to see if they had room for us. They were full but had a room opening up and was told to call back at 8:30am. We had breakfast and let daughter sleep in. At 8:30am they had an opening so we got daughter in the car along with my hospital stuff and took her to daycare. Her teachers were amazed that I was there and excited that it was “the day”. After dropping her off we headed to the hospital to check in. There was a small wait while someone else was checked in and then they took us to our room, talked to us about the paperwork and got me into a gown. We joked a bit about being there again and how we were in the room next to the one we were in last time. Things got going really quickly with the IV and blood tests….and more blood tests, and paperwork. I had to have (antibiotics) the whole time for positive GBS. At 9:50am my doctor arrived and started a pitocin drip. At noon she came back and broke my water which got things going and upped my pitocin. Contractions really started going. About 2pm I asked for the epidural. I’d planned to get one right away but decided to wait till I started feeling the contractions. Before the epidural I had a snack even though I wasn’t supposed to. After the epidural I wasn’t allowed anything but ice pops and water. Was really hungry till things got painful and then I didn’t really notice. One thing….gas….no control….oy.
The contractions got bad after a few hours and I was crying and holding onto the bed railing while the nurse made comments and was really annoying and pesty moving me around and chatting with James. About 4pm I couldn’t take it anymore and they called the anesthesiologist back to check things. Turns out the push wasn’t working that whole time and my epidural was wearing off so he gave me more meds which ended up being too strong an hour later when I felt like I needed to push.
About 5pm I was feeling the need to push so the nurse called in the team and the doctor was already there checking on me so I got ready and we started having me push. Before that I didn’t think my doula was useful but then I would have loved to have a doula there instead of the annoying nurse that kept wandering off between contractions and telling me how I needed to push. The delivery team came in and I my doctor and I started pushing. I couldn’t feel to push and it was upsetting. I was pushing but William kept pushing his feet pack up into my liver causing muscle cramp type feelings when I pushed. I couldn’t feel to push so we ended up stopping and waiting till things were better.
With the second epidural I couldn’t feel enough to push so my doctor stayed close by till I was ready since her office hours were over. My doctor was much better with me than the nurse and I would have loved to kick the nurse out of the room. It was then that I appreciated my doula last time. She was really there for me rather than just there for the details. Last time the nurse was amazing too so I can’t say it was just because she was a nurse.
Between the first and second pushing my evening nurse came in and it turned out she was the sister of my classmate. That was pretty cool and we ended up talking for a bit which was good to kill time. I wasn’t in the best mood but it was a distraction from the frustration I was feeling that was probably similar to the feeling in transition.
Didn’t really like the forced 3 time pushes per contraction. If I have another definitely want a good doula. Would be worth it for better support and advocating for me. None of my birth plan preferences were followed and James was less supportive it seemed this time because he was more confident I could do it, I think.
Baby Mason #2 was born 10:12pm although his birth certificate says 10:14pm. 8lbs 4oz 20.5 inches, 8/9 Apgar. He pooped on the way out so they had to take him and work all the junk out of his lungs before I could hold him and nurse. They had to cut the cord right away rather than wait like I had wanted so he got the cord blood. Face was turned up so a bit harder to push him out. They were a little worried about him but he recovered well. The NICU nurse checked on us a few times and chatted a bit. While they worked on him my doctor finished delivering the placenta and stitched up my second degree tear. She also did a little cosmetic repair from the last birth tear and a few stitches there. All of it hurt a lot and I cried. The doctor and nurse seemed worried and concerned that I was in that much pain and I couldn’t really say why it hurt that much but it did. I was annoyed that they couldn’t just let me be instead of asking why I was crying. I just delivered a baby and I had a right to feel pain. At least there wasn’t as many pelvic checks after and the ones they did not as painful as the last time.
Sleeping baby toots make me smile.
James stayed with us the first night while friends watched daughter at home. The second night I was on my own with the nurses.
First night went pretty well on sleep and first nursings. Second nursing was worse until Lactation Specialist came to help. Still had trouble once in a while 6 days later but mostly good. He preferred sleeping in bed with us and overall is a good sleeper but better during the day for first 2(?) months. The second night he had terrible gas pains from the poor latch and sucking in air. He cried most of the night and the night nurse kept coming in trying to help calm him. About 2am they took him for his medical exam and kept him for an hour to work on getting some of the gas out. I did ok walking him a bit but it wasn’t easy with my recovering body. Everything was much better than with #1 at least. After her I was dizzy for a few days and didn’t trust myself to go to the bathroom all on my own. This time everything has been easier on recovery with hips setting back faster and feeling more like a normal person again.
Big sister got to meet him at the hospital the next day and “seemed” excited. 🙂
This pregnancy is chugging along nicely now at 25 weeks. Symptoms are currently mild and I have more energy than the first trimester. The hardest thing now is when baby girl wants to be held at the end of the day and my belly complains about the extra strain. Oh well. Must cuddle my girl.
Speaking of…my girl is now 20 months old! When did that happen???
E arrived a little early, three weeks early, but we have a feeling she was ready to meet the world. August 31st James and I woke nice and early, 5am is crazy early for us! and called the hospital to check on my induction schedule. Baby had to meet the world early because of a rare condition that I came down with called cholestasis of pregnancy that is a little dangerous for baby. Baby was being monitored closely twice a week by non-stress tests so we knew she was doing fine but the doctor wanted to be on the safe side and all parties involved agreed.
At 5am we were given the Ok to head to the hospital for a 6am induction which of course we were a little late for 🙂 So we checked in at 6:45am along with a Very in labor lady on the the start of a Very busy full blue moon!
After taking us to our room I was hooked up to monitors and an iv (which I was NOT happy about) and we filled out paperwork (there is Always More paperwork) and then waited around for my doctor to arrive to give me cervidil to get me ready and hopefully start contractions without pitocin. My doctor arrived at 8:45am to give this as well as checked my dialation. I was starting at 2cm and already had a few contractions going. This was going to be a LONG 12 hours.
I spent some of the time working on a sweater for E. No it didn’t get finished….hopefully it will before she out grows it. (Sweater was finished but never got buttons, oh well)
James was super supportive getting me water and entertaining me when I needed it. Thankfully he’s also self entertaining and read a book on his phone the rest of the time. Can we say boring? Around 11am the day nurse, Barbara or Eve or Amy (can’t remember now), said it was safe for me to take a walk around the unit without the iv. Freedom! It’s really not the easiest thing to drag a pole to the bathroom with you. After a Very short and what seemed ridiculous walk around the circular hallway we headed back to our room where they decided baby wasn’t happy about the walk and that I would need to stay in bed on the iv. Bah! Well actually I was mostly ok with that cause walking was uncomfortable.
At the end of 12 hours the disappointing news came that “no the cervidil had not done anything” and my contractions were not doing the job. The nurse called my doctor and by 11:30pm I was on a pitocin drip on low. WORST PAIN EVER. The plan was that it would take all night to do its magic. 35 minutes later my water broke and an hour later I was in desperate need of an epidural. No one really talks about how weird having your water break is. There was a little trickle that gave me pause. James was just about ready to leave the room, I can’t remember if he was going to head home for a nap or out to get more water but that put it to a halt very quickly when the gushing started. There were at least two big gushes and we got the nurse in to clean me up. About that time I thought maybe it was time to call my doula. She was happy to hear my water broke but I got the impression she was a little too out of it to figure out I was ready to have her head down to the hospital without me saying so and then the nurse came in and needed me to get into the bathroom so I left the conversation on limbo. 1ish 3cm 80% -1. There is a reason people say get an epidural if you get pitocin. It’s Terribly painful really quickly. After a freakishly long hour wait while the anesthesiologist finished up with his previous patient, did I mention it was a busy day?, he came in to see a wild eyed me doing “ba ba ba’s” with James and us both getting light headed. My hands started getting numb and the nurse said I was breathing too fast and to slow down. She took over for a few minutes to help regulate the pace and give James a break.
1:36am started epidural. The nurse had James sit on the couch while she took over keeping me calm during contractions. I was given a pillow to lean over as I sat on the edge of the bed holding onto the nurse so my spine was “open”. There was three cleanings and a couple pokes and some weird cool/pain in my spine. After that the pain started getting less and my right leg went completely numb and heavy. Apparently the needle was a little to the right so the left side wasn’t getting as much medication. 2:10am epidural done. 2:20am 4-5cm. 100%. 0 station. The epidural helped for about an hour where I could get some sleep and then the contracts were very much felt in the left side of my abdomen. After pushing my pain drip button several times for extras the anesthesiologist came back and asked if I wanted him to redo it. I thought about it for a minute while he tried to explain what was happening and then decided that I really did need it fixed because the pain was getting back to intolerable. 4:40a redid the epidural. First one was too far to the right. That was a super easy painless fix since I was numb back there already and we were able to rest a little before the nurse came in about 5am saying that the baby was in some distress and that I needed to move so she wasn’t hitting her head/chest on a bone every time I breathed.Fun fact, E arrived with a nice bruise/spot on her forehead. I ended up on my back with E getting ready to exit. 5:10am 6cm.
I got ahold of the doula again and she rushed down to the hospital wondering why I hadn’t got her down there sooner. Really, there didn’t seem any point with us sleeping. At this point, though, neither of us wasn’t sure if she would make it in time with baby in distress. 6:20am fully dilated 0 station. The nurse was going to have me start pushing if things didn’t improve but they did and we waited till I was fully dilated and she was low and ready. 7:45a +1 station.
8am, I thought the doctor would be there for this part but it seems the nurses do most of the work and just get the doctor in right before baby arrives. I pushed for about 40 minutes and then was told to STOP because the doctor was busy in a c-section and we had to wait for her. That didn’t work out well. I got through two contracts and then was told I could do mini pushes, that didn’t work either. The nurse finally said she could deliver the baby and I went for it. E arrived at 8:56am thirty seconds before the doctor arrived.
I was so tired near the end I probably could have fallen asleep between contractions if it wasn’t for the pain and James on the left leg and the doula on the right leg and the nurse down below urging me to keep going.
E arrived crying before she was even completely out! That’s our overachiever. She was all fuzzy and covered in white junk with these beautiful long expressive fingers, 7lbs, 21 inches. James kept telling me, and still does, how impressed he was with me. It was an amazing experience for both of us. He said he didn’t want to tell me what her head looked like but did later, like a baby chick with feathers.
What a wonderful baby shower friends and family threw for my little one last summer. I’m amazed that time has gone by so quickly! My little girl is already 8 months old!!!
Beautiful food displays. With ladybug cake pops, fresh peaches, and mini zucchini bread.
There was guess the onesie giver game.
We received sooo many wonderful gifts from everyone including many cute newborn onesies that she out grew before I was ready!