Labor, Part 3: We have a baby!

The story of how Baby B entered into this world is a long one (Check out Part 1 and Part 2), full of TMI bits about birth. If you are squeamish, or the names of lady parts freak you out, I suggest you just stop here. In fact I’ll give you one picture to figure out if you want to keep reading or not.

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How adorable. Now on to how we got him here.

So the doctor sent me home Tuesday afternoon, I was an emotional mess and stressed. I spent the rest of the day pretty much just sleeping, I was exhausted mentally and physically, those hospital beds are so uncomfortable.

I eventually made my peace with the fact that I would not be having my baby until at least Monday, and focused on having a nice relaxing weekend with my family. Thursday I had my NST, that morning I lost my mucus plug, so the nurses just told me to be careful, I couldn’t do things like take a bath, because it could cause an infection, but I was fine to go home since the NST was normal, and my protein levels were still above average but hadn’t escalated more than from the previous blood work. So, back home we went. We made plans for a couple things to do that weekend and we were ready for the induction scheduled for 7 am Monday morning.

Friday morning I woke up as my husband was getting ready for work, I had to pee really badly and when I stood up, something started gushing out of me. I ran, waddled actually, to the bathroom and miraculously didn’t get the liquid anywhere but on my pants and legs. Did I pee my pants? They were soaked, no way it was urine right? I smelled them, but I had a cold so I couldn’t tell. I made my husband smell them but he was traumatized by the fact that I wasn’t sure if it was urine or not so he made his mom come in. Nope, not urine folks, my water broke. Of course once I was mentally prepared to wait until Monday, my water breaks.

We called the doctors office and they sent us to labor and delivery. This time I knew I was coming home with my baby. Once your water breaks that’s it, the risk of infection is too high, you stay in the hospital until that baby is born.

We got to the hospital and I was checked to see if I was dilated to see if I would take the Cytotec or if I could go to Pitocin. Well no shock here, I was still only 1 cm dilated. Every 6 hours I was given a little pill to put under my tongue to dissolve. It was to do the same thing as the Cervadil. But I could only take it for 12 hours. Well 12 hours, which included a Harry Potter marathon, later guess where I was at? Still 1 cm. Seriously body!? The hospital on-call OB came in to chat with me.

The OB recommended that I get an early epidural and pitocin, there were 7 other women in the unit and she was worried that if I started to get contractions the anesthesiologist would be busy and I would suffer. Also, an early epidural might help relax my body so that my cervix could dilate. She also told me, based on my experience so far, it was highly likely that I would have to have a C-Section, my biggest fear, because once your water breaks you have to get the baby out in a certain amount of time. Plus, I tested positive for the GSB test which can harm the baby so I was also given antibiotics every 4 hours.

I said yes to the epidural and had the anesthesiologist come in. I wanted to do everything possible to avoid a C-Section. Nick and his mom left the room so the doctor could do his thing. Oh and this when the nurses changed shifts, and who did I have? The crappy nurse from the first time we were in the hospital, awesome. Once the epidural was in place, I tried to get some sleep. I knew that this baby was coming by the next day either because he was finally ready or because of surgery and I wanted to get as much rest as possible. Around 2 am a nurse came in, the terrible nurse went home and the nurse from heaven was here. Wendy, the nurse, was checking my vitals when I started getting serious back pain, my contractions were getting heavy. She checked my cervix, and it was 3 CM, woo progress. She turned off the pitocin drip to see if I would continue progressing on my own and would turn it back on if I wasn’t.

I started getting very uncomfortable and my back was killing me. Wendy came in and said there was no break in my contractions and if I wanted the anesthesiologist could come in and give me an extra dose, but since it was back labor it would not eliminate the pain, just make it more bearable. HOLD UP ONE MINUTE. My dear old dad is an anesthesiologist, and not once did he tell me that an epidural doesn’t eliminate back labor. Once the doc came and did his thing, Wendy checked my dilation. She had a holy crap moment. In a matter of hours I had gone from 3 cm to 8 cm, however the baby was face-up and it’s best if he is face-down. She was so surprised at how much I had dilated she made the other nurse come and check, yup, 8 cm. The nurses told me to get some rest, it could take a few hours for me to get to 10 cm. While I was resting, Wendy would come in and reposition me ever 10-15 minutes so that we could get B to move into a position where he was face-down.

An hour or two later I was still feeling back labor and my contractions still hadn’t stopped, I essentially had contractions for 2 – 3 hours with really no break. Wendy decided to check me again. I was 10 cm. No break for me time to call the doctor in. While we waited for my practice’s on-call doc the nurses prepped my room and Wendy had me practice push. I couldn’t feel anything so I assumed I wasn’t pushing hard enough. Then Wendy told me to stop because the baby was ready!

The OB still wasn’t there so the nurses called the hospital’s on-call OB. Once she got to my room she was shocked. She even went to the wrong room because she was sure that I wasn’t in labor. Once she came in I started pushing. According to the nurses and OB I am an excellent pusher. Baby B was out in 6 minutes. At 5:44 am our beautiful baby boy was born. While Nick and his mom watched the nurse do her thing with B and took pictures I was getting taken care of. I guess all that pain and positioning was awesome because he came out in the right position and I only needed one stitch, no need for extra cutting. The OB chatted with me while she did her thing, and she told me, she was sure she was going to have to give me a C-section. I guess the epidural really was what I needed to get things moving.

I am so thankful for Wendy and the hospital OB, I wish I knew her name because she was awesome, and it is almost tempting for me to switch because she really helped me get through this process.

Momma & B right after delivery:
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I’ll post more about the post-delivery soon! Let me know if you have any questions you want answered.

Labor, Part 1: I have a jug of urine for you.

The story of how Baby B entered into this world is a long one, full of TMI bits about birth. If you are squeamish, or the names of lady parts freak you out, I suggest you just stop here. In fact I’ll give you one picture to figure out if you want to keep reading or not.


I didn’t say it’d be a photo of the baby. This photo was taken 3 days before the longest 2 weeks of my life began.

One night at the end of June, I wasn’t feeling B move around, at all. He is always most active at night, so I panicked. Nick was calm said to wait until morning and he was sure everything was fine. Fast forward to the next morning, still nothing. Nick was off to work and my sister was here visiting. I called my OB’s office and they said they’d call the hospital to have me do an NST (stress test for the baby). My OB happened to be the on-call doctor for my group at the hospital that day. They did the test, and B was fine, perfectly healthy. I on the other hand was not. My blood pressure, which has always been great, was high, and my doc was concerned with how swollen my legs and feet were. I had my weekly check-up the next day and my doc wanted me to still come in, but I was ordered to go home and rest with my feet up and drink plenty of water.

Fast forward to the next day, my sister was on a plane back to PA, hubs was at work. I went to the OB to have the GSB test and to give away all my blood and urine for testing. Long story short, my protein levels were high. Not outrageous, but above average. So the doc had me do this REALLY FUN test. I had to pee into a plastic cup (it fits on the toilet, not one of our own cups) and then pour the pee into a jug, literally bigger than a milk jug. This jug had to be kept in the refrigerator when it was not being added too. We kept it next to the milk in case you were wondering. I did this for 24 hours, then I had to bring the jug to the hospital and get more blood taken. The hubs accompanied me on this trip and proceeded to tell the lab technician, “I have a jug of urine for you right here” followed by laughter, because he is soooo funny. Lab technician and wife, not impressed.

It’s also important to note that my OB was going to go on vacation that day, and the nurse said she would call me with my results, because if the levels were still high, they would induce me, because it would be safest for mom and baby. Cue pregnancy hormones and tears.

Since it was a holiday weekend, I started panicking, when would we hear, would they call us during the weekend. Finally I broke down, and on Sunday, called the answering service at my OB’s office, and they called the hospital. The doctor on call, and covering my doctor for the week, called me to say my levels were still high and to come in for another NST.

What I was not prepared for was the emotional and physical roller coaster that was to come.

Stay tuned for the worst hospital stay ever.