Hello all! It's been many, many moons since I have created a blog post. A few people have suggested that I write about my experiences, so I figured I would give it a go.
Many of you may have seen the jist of my birth story on social media, but if you haven't, here it is...
On 07/05/2017 I began having contractions at 2:00AM, which lasted until 2:00AM on 07/06/2017. They began coming 5 minutes apart, lasting 1 minute, and this happened for over 1 hour. That was my sign to go to the hospital. I felt terrible calling my doula, Ashley, so early in the morning to let her know!
Dave and I arrived at the hospital at 3:30AM and the hospital seemed quite slow. I was put into triage, where a nurse checked my cervix. I was 4cm, so they kept me. I chose to wear my own clothing- a black skirt and black nursing bra from Target. We lucked out and got one of two rooms that has a jacuzzi tub and a "sky light," which was a faux ceiling window with tree decals on it. Our doula, Ashley, arrived soon after. After around an hour of walking the halls of the labor and delivery wing, we went to the room and I labored on a yoga ball for quite some time, which was incredibly effective in progressing my labor and intensifying my contractions. I quickly went to 7, almost 8cm when the nurse checked me next.
I decided to get into the jacuzzi tub because I did not want to waste the perk of having that room. The tub felt nice, but I did not feel as though my contractions were intensifying. After a short while, I got out and returned to my trusty yoga ball.
A few hours later, the nurse came to check me and my cervix was at 9cm and I was completely thinned. My water broke during this exam and the nurse told me she could feel Dillinger's hair. For some reason, that made me so elated that I sobbed for a long while. Just knowing he definitely had hair was amazing! At 9cm, I briefly tried using nitrous oxide for pain management, but I was having difficulty focusing my breath on the mask that came with the gas and it wasn't strong enough to manage the pain, so I quit. I honestly did not think about an epidural once and I am so lucky to not have even thought about nitrous until 9cm. Ashley used some essential oils on my hips, as the pressure was horrible.
I quickly transitioned to 9.5cm, with a slight "lip", so per Ashley's recommendations, I got onto my side and labored with a peanut ball, which is a peanut-shaped exercise ball. Laboring on the side was intense and helped me transition to 10cm quickly. At 10cm, I began feeling severe pressure that made me feel scared beyond belief. I was sitting on the hospital bed and began to panic. I looked at Dave and told him that I was scared over and over. I told him that I know why people say that they "can't do it" even though I was fully aware that I had to do it! Dave and Ashley were so encouraging and supportive during this terrifying time. The most horrifying fact was that there was no turning back and I did not know what it was going to be like. My mantra during labor was, "Loose jaw, soft cervix," which reminded me to make low, deep moans instead of high-pitched screams. Dave had to remind me of this a few times towards the end, as the pressure was excruciating.
Finally, I started to feel immense pressure in my lower back and felt the urge to bear down and push. I started to panic and exclaimed, "He's going to come out of me!" A nurse came in to check me and she said I was at 10cm. It was time for me to push. I did not want to deliver Dillinger on my back because I wanted gravity to be my friend in hopefully preventing a perineal tear. However, at that point I do not think that I could have repositioned myself even if I wanted to. The nurse was very patient and said she would help me if I wanted to change positions, but Dave told me that Dillinger was so close and that I should deliver on my back. Pushing was horrifying and painful beyond belief. Yes...you do go to the restroom while pushing, but I honestly had no shame or weird feelings about it. A 7.5lb baby was pushing on my bowels, yo! It was a total surrendering moment, as my body was pushing without me trying at some points. Dave said he could see my stomach contact and push down on the baby. After a few minutes, maybe 10-15 minutes, Dillinger was here!
After Dillinger was born I asked, "Did my perineum tear?!" in an exhausted haze. The midwife said that she did not know yet. They found that I had an internal abrasion and a clot from my placenta was still inside of me. The midwife had to put her hand inside of me and use her other hand on the outside of my stomach to losen the clot and get it out. That was probably more painful than the birth and I was screaming during this process. I needed internal stitches, but I could barely feel the shot she used to numb the area. Luckily, I did not suffer any perineal tearing, but no one tells you how absolutely swollen your vaginal area becomes after pushing out a baby! They tell you no tampons/sex/douches/etc. for 6 weeks post-partum, but for the first week I don't even think anything could be inserted anyhow lmao!
After Dillinger was born, they let the umbilical cord stop pulsating before clamping the cord. I made sure to ask the midwife to let it stop pulsating and she jokingly said, "As long as it's before he enters Kindergarten." Dave was able to cut the cord, which was so special. They put him on my chest and his tiny little head started rooting to begin feeding. It was difficult at first, but he did eventually latch. Dillinger weighed 7.5lbs and was 21 and 1/4 inches long. He was born at 1:09PM on 07/06/2017.
The nurse asked me to make sure I tried to pee before 3:00PM. I did not feel the urge to pee, but right around 3:00PM, I said that I wanted to try. Ashley helped me up and to the bathroom. Ashley called the nurse asking her to come help me with toileting. While on the toilet I began to feel dizzy, my ears began ringing, and my vision went black. The nurse arrived minutes later and asked if I was going to pass out. I said that I thought I was, so she pulled the emergency cord and nurses rushed in. They gave me ammonia to smell to help me perk back up and got me back into bed. Dave said that he became nervous, as I bled out a lot when the midwife was addressing the clot in my uterus, and he didn't want to lose me. I didn't get into my post-partum room until after 4:00PM.
Overall, my labor was exactly what I had hoped for and I am so amazed at how fast and smoothly it went. I attribute part of it to raspberry leaf tea and date fruit, as I was consuming tons of them to help tone my cervix. I also attribute my positive mental attitude to my amazing support team of Dave and Ashley, who helped me every step of the way. Labor made me love Dave in a whole new way...and I will forever appreciate him for all he did before, during, and after labor.
Other musings about post-partum life...
Your breastmilk may come in quickly and you may mistake engorgement for utter failure at breastfeeding. Luckily the lactation consultants were helpful! I asked for the lactation consultant every shift, so take advantage of that in-hospital assistance! After birth, go to breastfeeding support groups if you are continuing to struggle! I plan on going to a La Leche League group next month just to get more information.
Your baby may drink amniotic fluid before being born, which may lead to them spitting up clear fluids by the gallon, it seems. This will freak you out and you will not sleep the first night for fear that your baby will aspirate and die in their bassinet. The nurse just told us to slightly prop him on his side and use an aspirator to remove any liquid, which did not ease my worried mind.
You will literally not sleep. It's been nearly 3 weeks and I don't know how I'm alive.
Your hormones will probably go 0 to 100 realllll quick. I have never cried so much and so often in my life. Every thought about Dillinger and Dave, good or bad, made me bawl like a baby. And the thought of Dave going back to work was heart-wrenching.
You will probably still cry a ton after your hormones calm down because you have no idea what you're doing, to be honest.
Meal prep, make padsicles, clean your house thoroughly before you go into labor, save your pennies, and literally make plans to not have plans the first month of your baby's life.
If you're breastfeeding, you are to feed "on demand." You will probably be feeding every 2 hours and feeds can last 30+ minutes at times, so you will literally be your baby's sidekick, which has been so beautiful...but time-consuming. Dillinger is almost 3 weeks old and he (just last night after fighting sleep for what seemed like forever) started feeding every 3 hours on his own. On the flip-side, there have been a few hours today where he did not want off of my breast and when he awoke from falling asleep on the breast, all he wanted to do was return to the breast. Just listen to your babe for the first few weeks if you can!
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Lauren