Hi to all, well i posted 2 weeks ago regarding my 36 wk scan and the (naughty) flipping of baby b to breech after being vertex for so long. I had my drs appointment the next day. He had said all along he woud induce me at 36 wks, so i was all set for a date that week.
Instead he says, oh, we'll let you go til 37 wks, that was until he gave me an internal and found i was 2cm dilated, he then said we'll induce you on friday (29th) if you don't go before hand.
I was incredibly excited, especially when he said don't go home, make sure you stay close to town ( we live 45min away from the hosp). But having no contrax, and feeling fine, I finished shopping and went on home.
By 7pm i was making dinner and started having contrax 5 min apart without warning. My appetite went straight away, I rand my hubby and said i think this might be it, crap, i should've listened to the doc! Luckily my mil was already at my house so the boys were taken care of while we made the dash to the hosp.
All i could keep thinking in the car was..."what if i feel like i need to push? Crap! " I was feeling pretty silly about not listening to my dr right about then. The contrax were staying five minutes apart but getting stronger. It was dark. It was raining. And it just didn't seem like my dh was driving fast enough, and i was starting to panick about giving birth to one vertex and one breech baby in the car.
We arrived at the hosp, 4cm dilated and was declared in labor. The admitting midwife asked the position of the babies and i told her yesterday they were vertex and breech. A resident came in and wanted to confirm by u/s and lucky he did as baby b had flipped back to vertex since yesterday, and i HADN"T EVEN FELT A THING!!!!
An epidural was given (my first )and wasn't as bad as expected...but that could've been from the very cute anethasist (whatever) that adminstered it trying to distract me with his delicious blue eyes ( how could i have been thinking of sex in my state????!!)( I was very greatful to the pampering nail and waxing i'd had just that day!!!)
Relief was great, even though the contrax were not hurting really. I could lay on my back without feeling like i was suffocating for the first time in several months!
I sent dh to a motel as things were progressing slowly and slept some awesome medicated sleep. I had several examinations thru the night and a catheter put in, all of which felt like nothing at all. I was in bliss...epidurals were the stuff!!
By thursday morning though i had not dilated any over night and my cx had all but stopped. They decided (hooray) to break my waters. Things were getting slighly uncomfortable before that and there felt to be something happening down there like the catheter was falling out but the wives assured me, i couldn't feel anything, but they would bump my epi up a little if i wanted. Of course, i wanted to, if there was any chnace that baby b was going to turn after delivery, i wanted the lot before it was to late. so she gave it to me, though i'm sure she didn't believe i was getting feeling back.
Hours later I had only progressed to 6cm, by now feeling WAS BACK. I could feel everything, cx, examinations and the catheter. I was not happy, esp when the wives kept insisting, i shouldnt be able to feel anything.
After insisting and crying silently in agony after yet another excruciating internal and the doc trying to strip my membranes...after figuring out they had not broke my waters sufficinetly b4, and that that had been delaying my llabor, they broke baby a's membranes again and readjusted the catheter (which HAD been coming out as a new m/w revealed).
By now i was allowed all the epidural i was allowed and in total disgust, I was feeling everything, and feeling very ripped off that i had had the dreaded needle in the back and was still experiencing full blown labor.
Things moved along very quickly after that. DH handed me the gas and i sucked that baby so hard i think i nearly passed out...heated carts decked out with the lot were being wheeled in, and i vaguely noticed the room filling up with lots of gowned people...but i was no longer interested in how many people were in attendence...
I have exp labour b4 with no drugs, but this seemed to hurt a **** of alot more.
Bella Anne was born at 2.28pm with one long push weighing 5 pound nine ounces and was 48cm long with a head circ of 32.5 cm. She came out screaming and i instantly burst into tears with the arrival of my first daughter(third child). I held her briefly and saying i was unable to hold her whilst giving birth to baby b, handed her over to be taken care of. The cx were so unbelievably strong, i was scared i would drop her .
Baby b was an entirely different story. The moment they broke her waters she spun to breech. Vaguely i noticed a scurry of activity and panic and i found myself sitting up inconfusion(unaware that she had turned... no one had spelled it out the the laboring woman in pain) asking what was wrong.
My ob had been in theatre doing a c sect so the young asian registar who looked like he was just out of med school was delivering, and suddenly he was hitting panick buttons calling for the other ob on call.
All **** seemed to break loose, he was fishing inside me literally, franticly trying to turn the baby, and oh my god, i have never endured such pain in all my life. I was pleading for him to get his hand out of me, it felt like he was ramming his arm inside me with all his might, i was screaming with agony, and my only other clear memory of these three minutes was looking up at my dh in agony to see he had tears rolling down his face, watching me helplessly cry out.
They told me to push and i did, i wanted it to be over, He pulled her out by her feet, being unable to turn her, and Brianna Ellen was born after 2 pushes.
She was layed onher back, on my chest and was not moving, i asked in a panick what was wrong with her, they rushed her to the table where they bagged her and gave her o2, and after being initially stunned, she was fine.
Brianna was born just five minutes after her sister at 2.33pm weighed 5 pound 10 and a half ounces, 49 cms long hc of 33.5 cm.
From her hips down she was black , and i mean black, from the bruising of the footling breech delivery, but other than that both babies were healthy. Bella breast fed straigh away, and bree followed.
The delivery of Bree had been HORRIFFIC. I felt like i had been raped by a football team and then a mack truck. I was wishing i had had a c sect, following the failure of my epidural (which the following day the delivering dr appologised for, as he clearly realised i should not have been able to feel that delivery and be in such agony as i was) That made me feel better.
But the best thing was, although, as bad as it had been, it had been neccessary for the safe delivery of bree , and he explained to me, that he had to deliver her so quickly, because the placenta was risking coming away, and she would've had no oxygen supply. I thanked him for delivering my girls safley to me. That was all that mattered in the end.
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