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A Birth Story: My Body’s Rebellion

As much as I’d love to say that being 5cm dilated and 100% effaced, meant that labor started to progress fairly quickly, that’s would be a lie. While it allowed the doctors to increase the dose of pitocin, in hopes it would speed up labor, it did no such thing.

Instead, I caved and asked for them to administer the epidural, which, contrary to what they tell you, does not feel like a bee sting, unless bee stings really fucking hurt in which case, then yes, it most certainly does. I’ve never had one, so I can’t be sure.

After the epidural was administered, I felt like something was off. My sister and others who’d gone through labor described it as not having any sensation from their hips down to their feet and that was definitely not the case with me. I just assumed however, that perhaps I was having a different reaction as is usually the case. I should have figured something was wrong when the Resident who came to check on my dilation was surprised at my ability to pull my legs up, but still I dismissed it and tried to get some sleep.

I probably lasted about 30-45 minutes before the increased dose of pitocin kicked in and I started to really feel the contractions. Contractions, that woke me up due to the severity and the pain that had overcome my body. It was then that I knew something was wrong and had Robby page the nurse.

The nurse in turn paged the group the anesthesiologist and after several minutes of holding Robby’s hand as I tried to breathe through the contractions, someone showed up in our room to check on me.

It turns out, the epidural slipped out of my back and all of the medication was just seeping into my skin rather than my spine. There was nothing that was targeting the correct nerves to alievate the pain and so once again, I had to go through the procedure of having the epidural removed and then reinserted and I still attest that it does not feel like a damn bee sting, thought admittedly it hurt much less. That could be from the medication that was speeing into my skin or that I was dilarious with pain, but it certainly felt a lot less uncomfortable. I’ll take my blessings where I can get them, thanks.

whentogivebirth After the epidural was inserted, they tested it to ensure it was inserted correctly by pushing a dose into the line. I immediately noticed a difference. Within seconds my legs started to go numb and as my sister and others had told me prior, I was not able to feel anything from my legs down. Finally, blessed relief.

After they fixed the epidural, I went back to a drug induced sleep for maybe 2-3 hours, until once again I was ripped from my dreams due to sear agony. I could once again feel the contractions and was one more able to move my legs. I sought, comfort, however fruitless in squeezing Robby’s hand, as we waited for them to once again have someone come in to check on my epidural. It seemed like the minutes stretched on and I begged Robby to page the nurse and ask if they could give me anything in the meantime. The answer was a resounding no. I was too far along and they didn’t want to give me something that would assuredly knock me out and prevent my ability to push, so I waited, curled on my side, wishing it would stop. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the anesthesiologist appeared in my room and discovered the IV bag with the medication that was supposed to be delivered through the line in my back, was left off, hence the excruciating pain.

By this point, I was exhausted and just let them get on with once again fixing the error. The anesthesiologist who removed the epidural and reinserted it decided to mention that I likely had arthritis in my back and that when I got older it was likely going to be an issue. Gee, thanks sir. That’s exactly what I needed to hear when I’m half dead from lack of sleep and my body is rebelling at all the attempts to alleviate the pain. Seriously, thank you.

Finally, the epidural was reset, the IV bag checked to ensure medication was flowing, and I was once again able to drift off to sleep, though, you guessed it, that didn’t last long. Once again, I was jarred awake due to agonizing pain and once again Robby had to page the nurse. This time however when the anesthesiologist stopped by to check on me, everything was fine. The line was flowing, the needle was where it needed to be, my body merely decided that an epidural that should have lasted me several hours, would barely last me 2. Per my request the anesthesiologist topped me off (pushed another round directly into the IV) and I was once again able to drift off to sleep.

I was in and out of consciousness for several hours, and at one point my OB stopped in to check on my dilation. He advised was nearly there but not quite at 10cm, so we needed to wait a little bit longer. After he left, I promptly fell back to sleep, and after what I can only imagine was about 30-45 minutes, I was jolted away by a sudden need to push. I felt like I had to shit my pants and I told Robby he needed to page the doctor, because I thought I was ready. The pressure was unbearable and it took everything in me to NOT push, which was also about the time I realized that once again, the epidural had run out.

My OB arrived, did a quick check of dilation and confirmed that I was right. I was 10cm dilated and it was go time.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion but also so quickly that it was hard to keep up. They helped move me from the bed I was on to a gurney and made Robby put on scrubs as they all prepared to wheel me out and into the operating room…

to be continued…

A Birth Story: Since When Do Things Ever Go as Planned? Oh Right, Never.

After starting the Pitocin, the Doctor gave it about 6 hours before coming back to check to see how much I’d progressed and unfortunately it wasn’t what we had hoped for. I was up to 2cm dilated when they were hoping for at least 3cm so they could increase the amount of Pitocin being given. Since the medication wasn’t helping me to further dilate they decided that it was time to insert a foley balloon1 to assist with further dilation, and yes that is exactly as it sounds: a balloon inserted into my vagina, which was then inflated and left to do its work. Once the balloon fell out then I’d be around 5cm dilated and that’s when they’d really turn on the medication. Least to say it was a very uncomfortable experience but not as painful or awful as I’d read from other women online, thankfully. newmom

Once the balloon was inserted, it was back to waiting. At that point I was in and out of sleep due to utter exhaustion and poor R didn’t fare much better. While there was a place for him to sleep, it wasn’t entirely comfortable so the whole wait and see took its toll on him too, especially since the balloon took a while. At some point, the contractions started to make sleeping difficult so I asked for something to take the edge off. The doctor gave me Fentanyl because it was safer for the Goombas, but is probably one of my least favorite pain relievers. I can’t even say it relieved the pain, more so it just knocked me out but in a way where I felt like I was under sleep paralysis. I was aware of everything going on around me but I wasn’t able to move, talk, or participate because I was so far under. It was not a pleasant experience and one I do not hope to relive.

The balloon was taking longer than expected and when our nurses rotated, she thought it odd there was nothing attached to help the process along. Basically, they typically add an IV bag of saline to the end of the foley balloon and hang it off the edge of the bed as a means to add some more resistance and allow gravity to help the process along. After doing another cervix check, the doctor went ahead and approved the nurse’s suggestion and exactly 5 hours later the balloon finally came out, leaving me 100% effaced and 5cm dilated…

to be continued…
  1. Foley catheter balloons can be used to mechanically dilate the cervix and have been helpful to ready the cervix for induction. With this method, small rubber tubing is placed through the cervix and a balloon inside the tubing is inflated just inside the inner edge of the cervix.

A Birth Story: Every End Has a Beginning

And This is Ours…

On the morning of February 10, 2016, R and I woke up, called the hospital to confirm they still had a bed for us, showered and then headed over to Labor and Deliver 1 where we checked in so I could be induced. I don’t really remember how I felt about it, other than being nervous about bringing the babies I had nourished and protected so well over the course of 9 months into the world. I was ready but I wasn’t. I wanted them out but I didn’t want to subject them to a world that can be so cruel.

Parenting Turns out I didn’t really have to worry much about that because after a 5am check in, we still had another 6 hours to wait before anything actually happened. Suffice to say it was a little frustrating, especially since R could have used that time to get some rest but from other friends and family who’ve been induced, that’s standard practice.

After a cervix check to figure out how dilated I was around 9:30-10:00 (I was 1cm dilated), the resident stated she would speak with the doctor but figured the plan would be to administer some type of medication to help further my dilation and then once I got to 3cm dilation, they’d begin Pitocin which would help with my contractions. She returned around 10:30 to state that since my cervix was already 80% effaced, the doctor did not feel the medication would help as it’s general purpose was to assist with thinning the cervix so we skipped right to start Pitocin in help open up my cervix.

Let’s just say things took a while.

Okay more than a while…

to be continued…
  1. L&D