Well, as many of you may know by now, our birthing experience was far from blissful! It all started when the doctor noticed a small level of amnionic fluid in the last ultrasound (on his due date) so she said I needed to induce. She would see me again on Monday (this was a Thursday) with a major possibility of being admitted. So Monday morning we all went to the hospital with our bags and the doctor said we would wait until Tuesday night. They would admit me then and on Wed. start inducing. For some reason, I was so sad about this. I really wanted to know what it was like to feel contractions and get excited and everyone go to the hospital. I had seen it on the movies and really for some reason pictured this to be the best way. So that night while I was sleeping, Levi prayed that the Lord would bless this strange desire to go into labor naturally. At 4 am I woke up feeling like I had food poisoning. The day before I drank some water that I thought tasted weird so I just knew that I was about to be sick for a few days. My stomach was really sick and I kept having pretty intense cramps. It didn't hit me that it could be labor until about 6. Then the pains were coming every 8 minutes or so. At 7:30 I thought I better wake up my mama just to see. She started timing and by 8 the contractions were 5 minutes apart. Levi woke up at 8:30 and wanted to call the doctor right away. I didn't really want to because I knew she would want me to come right in and then if it took too long she would want to do a c-section. But, Levi couldn't wait and he called her. She did want me to come in because she was going to be at another hospital all day and wanted to see where I was in the process so she could know when to come in for delivery. So around 9 or 10 we head to the hospital. Levi and I think this hospital is one of the nicest in all of India. It is totally fancy in our minds. My mom, on the other hand, had a different opinion of the delivery room. She was not impressed to say the least. By 12pm my contractions were under 2 minutes and were intense. I had real bad back labor. Levi was on one side holding my hands while mama was on the other pushing a wet rag into my back. They never offered an epidural, and I never asked. I really wanted to try it without any pain meds and felt that I could. I had no idea how to breathe but my mom told me to find a focal point and beat the contractions by breathing so that was my game plan. I had seen people breathing on t.v. so I copied them and did the exact same thing! If I so much as groaned, my mama was there to remind me to breathe and beat it and that is how that time went. At 2 someone came and checked me and told me I had only dilated 2 cm. I felt that the baby could come at any time, they said not likely. The contractions slowed down and I got a small break before the doctor came at 4, broke my water, and said I had only dilated 4 cm. Then it was back to really intense labor. At this point for some reason, I feel like I had a total "out of body" experience. The pain, the exhaustion, ect. led to me gagging after every contraction and throwing up all that I had in me. The doctor came in and out at that point and I began to hear conversations going on but not really understanding them. Someone was putting oxygen on me which I didn't want until my mom told me that it would help the baby. I took it and continued breathing (feeling like this was not "beating" the contractions anymore but not knowing what else to do). Then a little while later I heard talks of a c-section. I couldn't make any decisions. My mama pleaded for me because she knew how much I didn't want this. It didn't help. Levi didn't want to make such a decision and I finally said that if we were going to have to do one anyway, we better do it now than let me stay in intense labor a few more hours and do it anyway. My mama made doctor Grover promise to check me one more time before the surgery to make sure I wouldn't dilate any more. And she did.
This is the worst part. Levi and my mom couldn't go in with me at first for the c-section so as they are prepping me for surgery I am still in major labor with contractions every minute or so. The anesthesiologist is yelling at me to be still, the nurses won't touch me, there are no bed rails and I feel like I am going to die right there. They are taking their dear sweet time getting ready while I am begging them to hurry or to help me or something. Keep in mind that I never made a sound (besides breathing) during the whole labor thing until now. Then I became slightly dramatic hoping my performance would earn me some much needed help. It didn't and after about 4 or 5 contractions, they finally gave me shots in my spine. This is not an epidural. It requires for you to lay flat on your back and not move your head but from side to side for 24 hours. So, the next 24 hours while everyone got to enjoy our sweet Wyatt, I got to look at the side of his face while a nurse propped him up beside me.
Overall, I would say that I'm so thankful I went into labor on my own. I really loved that experience. And I'm so glad I did labor naturally. It was hard and painful and I'm sure my mama and Levi would never want to experience it again but the next day I can honestly say that I didn't remember the worst of labor. As far as the C-section goes, Wyatt was face down in the birth canal and could not fit. A cord was wrapped around his neck and his body and according to Dr. Grover he was not in the position to deliver properly. If we continued, it would have been very dangerous. So I am so glad we did the C-section. I am still dealing with the results of that decision, but I have a perfectly healthy baby who I would now do 50 c-sections for if it meant keeping him well. So, here is our little one a day old.
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