As one of their games, they want to know about labor stories. Since I already wrote about this, I’ll quote most of the older post and add some new details–because a story must always grow in the re-telling.
ETA: They also want “baby bump” photos. Mine was just normal sized, but I’ll share. Here I am at 30 weeks:
And here’s a profile shot to get the full effect:
Warning: If you have never given birth before, you may want to skip the rest of this post. If you are a man, seriously, go read something else. If you are pregnant, JUST STOP READING NOW. Come back in a few months when you are holding your perfect little one.
Well, Baby Diva knows how to make an entrance. Shortly after Baby Diva’s birth, I wrote this:
At 2:30 am on the 8th, I awoke, feeling “kinda funny.” Then I felt “kinda wet.” Then I felt REALLY WET.
A week ago, I had found out Baby Diva was in the transverse lie position…meaning she was across my uterus instead of head down, or even butt down. Laboring in that position is unsafe, and having your water break in that position is downright dangerous, so I had an appointment to attempt to turn Baby Diva the following day.
Obviously I was never going to make that appointment.
Three doctors consulted because they were not sure if Baby Diva was still transverse or not. Meanwhile, a nurse tried to get an IV in me and I refused. I wanted a hep lock. She kept saying–but when you have a c-section…I kept saying, but that is not certain yet.
She mumbled something about me being difficult–but walked away.
Finally, they decided Baby Diva was a little twisted, but head down enough to proceed.
They allowed me to labor for about 8 hours but I was not making any progress at all–in fact I went backwards. With the water broken they urged pictocin. They put it all the way up and I handled it for about 2 hrs. I tried to play my hypnobirthing tapes but they kept interrupting any relaxation I was able to achieve. When they said it was going to still be a long while, I went for the epidural.
My mom was delayed at the airport–she was due in that day at noon! She arrived just as they were prepping me for the epidural.
Then we started to make progress…but I developed an infection, and the contractions stopped really working.
What I did not mention is:
1. The epidural only ever worked on one side. So for the rest of the labor, pictocin-enhanced contractions kept coming on my right side. Not feeling it on the left, though, was enough to keep me from passing out.
2. I was so determined, I said, “I can stand if that will help.” The midwife said, there is no way you could stand with that epidural. “No,” I told her, “It has been wearing off. I can do it.” Reluctantly, she brought be the bar and I stood so gravity could do its work. Seriously. I could kick Chuck Norris’ butt.
3. Even that was not enough. I’d get her crowning, but then, because of my fever, it would be too long until my next contraction and all my labor would be undone.
I think my mom was ready to club me over the head and tell them to wheel me into the O.R.
I won’t go into the gory (gorier) details, but with the epidural wearing off and pushing past the 24 hour mark, I still managed to get her out. I told the midwife there was no way I was having a c-section after 24 hours of labor!!! (OF COURSE if it had been life or death I would have–but other than that I was determined)
Baby Diva was born on August 9, 2:38 am, and was 7 lbs, 2 oz, 19.5 in. I have never felt so perfectly warm and wonderful as when they placed her on my chest.
Two days later, she would be diagnosed with Tetralogy of Fallot. My husband had to go back to Iraq and my mom returned to New York–leaving me with a baby who shouldn’t cry but was determined to be colicky anyway. But now she is the heart-healthy one year old you see on this blog.
So, it was all worth it!