Trevor's Birth Story

I thought I'd share the births of my boys on my blog so I don't forget, but also because I got to experience two birthing extremes.

It was April 2nd, my due date, and I felt nothing. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel but I knew I wasn't feeling anymore discomfort than I'd been feeling for the past 40 weeks.


I'd had a Dr's appt earlier that week and my Dr. told me that I was "closed tight" meaning there was no dilation happening.

So I waited...

and Waited...

Nothing!!



Finally on April 8th in total desperation I drank two mugs of Raspberry leaf Tea, ate the most spicy chicken and rice, and walked a good 2 miles with Scott. I kept my fingers crossed, but felt like the pregnancy was a joke and I was never going to have this baby.


That night at around 2:00 I woke to some low back pain and couldn't get comfortable. I got up and decided to take Scott’s watch out into the living room to see if maybe these were those things called "contractions" I'd been waiting so long to have. As I was walking out of the room Scott asked if I was okay and I told him I was having back pains...but if anything happened I'd come wake him up.



So I turned on the TV in the living room, laid down on the couch and started timing the back pain.

They were 12 minutes apart.

2 hours later Scott came out of the bedroom to see how I was doing and I looked at him with a little bit of concern and told him they were getting closer together. If I remember correctly they were about 6 minutes apart and I wasn't just having back pains anymore, but now they were going across my entire belly.


I called the nurse hotline and told them my stats. Since I hadn't dilated to anything at my last appt, she recommended I get into the tub for 20-30 minutes and then give her a call back.



Well anyone that knows me knows I HATE BATHS. There is nothing grosser then laying in your own filth...let me correct that. There is nothing Grosser than be 41 weeks pregnant, barely fitting in the tub, and laying in your own filth. I last 15 minutes and it took me 5 minutes to get out.


I swear as soon as I got my pasty white, GINORMOUS ass out of the tub I could barely stand up straight. I was having severe contractions, and I was now really nervous. Scott and I timed the contractions and immediately called the hotline. They were only 4 minutes apart.


She suggested we get on our way to the hospital so we packed up all the bags, I grabbed my boppy and out the door we went.



The car ride is a bit of a blur. If you ask Scott he says there was a lot of heavy breathing, some laughing and a few tears...it wasn't until I got to the nurses’ station that things became real and the tears really started flowing.



They took us back to Triage. I did the pee test, answered the thousand questions, and when they checked me I was already 4 centimeters dilated.


Here's where I wished we had made (or I had made) a few different decisions.



When they took us to our room, I swear the first thing out of the Nurse's mouth was " the anesthesiologist is here and ready to give you an epidural if you’re ready".



Well after all the horror stories I'd heard of people not getting the epidural in time and blah blah blah...I was like " ya, okay....let's do it"

HUGE MISTAKE!!!



It slowed down my labor, and when they gave me the pitocin the baby couldn't handle it, so they had to take me off of it.


*(sorry side note, we don't know the sex of the baby at this point)



Then the next 14 hours is a medicated blur.

I know that people came to visit.

I know that the epidural stopped working.

TWICE!!

I know that they had to take the epidural out...and put it back in.

My legs felt huge but I couldn't feel anything.

I know that they kept me on my left side because if I'd move to my right side the babies heart rate changed.

I tried to sleep but couldn't.

I started to get a fever

and I had 3 different nurses.

Finally it was time. I was 10 centimeters....and it was almost 8:00 at night.



The nurse had me lay on my side and told me to get ready to push. I had NO idea what I was doing, I couldn't feel anything. She said push and I did what I thought I was supposed to do. This only happened twice and the Dr (not mine, cause I was in labor to long he wasn't on-call anymore) came in and told me that he was watching the monitor and the babies heart rate kept dropping after each contraction and he was afraid the baby was in distress. He talked about a C-section, and because we had no idea what was going on and we were both scared of the word distressed, they loaded me onto a gurney and took me straight into the OR.

I remember wishing Scott didn't have to wait outside, because I was going to have to get a spinal tap and I really wanted him in there for that. Luckily the anesthesiologist was my best friend that day. He first helped my big numb ass onto the operating table and then he held my hand until Scott got into the room.

Then Scott got into the room and again...a BLUR!

The picture below tells it all.

I don't remember the look on Scott's face, probably because my eyes were closed and I was trying to think of anything else besides the fact that I was getting cut open. I thought about the dogs, rainbows, elephants...and then the baby was out and they were rushing it the table.

Scott and I looked at eachother and Scott said "is it a boy or a girl" and the nurse goes "Oh! Oh! a BOY!"

And then we heard him cry :)

He had pooped inside the womb and the nurse said he had more poop on him then any other baby that she's ever seen.



He was then taken up to the NICU because he needed to be put on antibiotics immediately for a possible infection that I could have given him while in the womb called chorioamnionitis:  Chorioamnionitis is an inflammation of the fetal membranes (amnion and chorion) due to a bacterial infection. It typically results from bacteria ascending into the uterus from the vagina and is most often associated with prolonged labor. Risk of developing chorioamnionitis increases with each vaginal exam during final month of pregnancy and during labor which can result in a risk factor for periventricular leukomalacia and cerebral palsy.

The Nurses tried 8 times to find a vein for the IV until they finally had to put it in his head. 

Such a proud daddy!!

We found out luckily that the infection I had didn't get to him, but he still had to keep the IV in until he was done with all the antibiotics.

The last day of the meds, the stupid IV accidentally came out so the next 2 doses had to be given to him my shots in the legs. The poor guy...after everything he'd already gone through, he now had to get 6 shots in 1 day.

Being a new mom I couldn't handle it, and even though I was in the most pain I'd ever been in my life...I had to walk out of the room and down the hall so I couldn't hear him cry; all the while crying myself.

The pain of the C-section was nothing like I could have ever imagined. I guess Scott was right when he would make fun of me saying I had no pain tolerance, because I have NO pain tolerance.

For Some people the C-Section works great. For me I dreaded having to have another one.

Stay tuned for Jack-a-Roo's birth :)