My labor story...
TO BE EDITED LATER....
It was 5:55am on monday july 19th that I woke up in a puddle. I just laid there for a moment thinking, "Did I just pee myself?". I got up and went to the bathroom, about 2 feet from the toilet I had another gush of fluid. I thought to myself, "Did I just pee myself again?" sat down, I peed, I went back to my bed, laid a towel under and over the wet sheet so I didn't have to wake up sean and tell him I peed the bed and laid back down. We were leaving for atlantic city at 10 am and I wanted to get some rest. As I curled back up and got comfortable I had another gush of fluid come out. At this point I woke my charming boyfriend up and told him I though something was wrong I was leaking fluid. I asked him if he thought I should call the midwives, he raised his groggy face to me shook his head no and layed back down. I went into the kitchen at this point holding a bath towel between my legs. I sat at the kitchen table and looked up water breakage in one of my pregnancy books. It described water breaking and said it was sweet, not like urine. At this point I was worried but I also thought I might be overreacting, so I smelled my towel. :) It didn't seem to have a smell. Then I, yes believe it, I quickly licked it. :P And no, it wasn't sweet. So I called my midwives. They called me back and told me I needed to head over to OB triage. I hung up the phone and cried. I was afraid I would head in there, ruin everyone's day in atlantic city just to find out I had been peeing myself or something. I called my mother and told her, who wasn't very helpful because her water had never broken throughout 4 pregnancies, and woke Sean up. Sean finally woke to look at a steady stream of fluid dropping from between my legs. He now realized that maybe we should get moving to the hospital. Once I got to the hospital it was determind that the fluid I was leaking was in fact amnotic fluid. At that point they wheeled me into labor and delivery. The whole way there Sean kept saying, "but we're not ready yet!". They started me on penicillan, ouch, since I had not gotten my strep B test done yet. and we had to sit and wait. They decided to see if I would go into labor(since I wasn't having any contractions) on my own because I was 35 weeks and six days. They apparently don't like to induce until at least 36 wks.
So I sat in my bed getting all the penicillian they could pump in me, ouch! Not being able to eat, calling the Oyster to let them know that I would never be in again. waiting, waiting, waiting. Finally someone said I could eat, Thank god, because I don't know that I could have made it through without. And Sean and I fell asleep together in that tiny hospital waiting for the next day.
The following morning my midwife came in to discuss my options of how I was going to be induced, but once she checked my cervix(for the first time since I had enterd the hospital) we discovered that I was 3cm, 90% effaced, and -1. My only option was oxytocin. They started me on a drip at 8:45am, by about 10 am my contractions were getting hard. My family had come in to visit me but at this point I wanted Sean there, who had taken a break, he had been there the entire time. I asked for some pain meds, which the nurses took their good old time getting, and started focusing on controlling the contractions. I was completely cut off from the rest of the world and just focused on the pain I had. I told them I needed to push. They told me I had to wait, I wasn't ready, then turned and told someone else to get Robin(midwife on call)on the phone to come in. They all left the room and with the next set of contractions I looked at Sean and told him I had to push. He said, "No honey, they told you not too yet,". I looked at him and said, "I need to push, my body is starting to on it's own, go get somebody now!" And with that he left the room. It was now about 2:20pm. he came back with a bunch of interns and nurse who begged me to wait until Robin got there. Robin was there rather quick and seemed pretty surprised that they wouldn't let me push yet. So I started pushing and that was the only thing going on in my world. Sean was wonderful, he kept telling me how well I was doing and that he loved me and was proud of me. I labored on my side with one leg up and when I couldn't pull my head down anymore Sean helped me. They kept telling me, "he's coming, he's coming!" But he wasn't. :) Then right before the last few pushes I asked for a c-section, and then when I got realistic and started pushing again, I asked Robin to help pull him out:) Then I begged for an episiotmy, which they refused and decided the next one was going to be it, the sooner I got done the better off I would be. I pushed and there he came, the nurses where yelling for me to look at my baby being born and I told them, "NO!", it wasn't exactly how I wanted to see myself, they told me to look again and Sean told them I didn't want to this time. A few more smaller pushes got his sholders out and there he was. No where near the 5lb, 3oz they had predicted. 6lbs, 9.6oz of baby boy they laid on my belly and I suddenly became aware of the entire room. I wanted to hold him, but I was drained, so Sean cut the cord and held him. He beamed as they cleaned him and took his apgar. I ended up tearing in a bad way(I don't know if there is a good way). I tore up past my urethra, not down by my perinial. I also had a nasty gash at my lower half. Needles to say I couldn't pee right for over a week. Everytime I had to my legs would just shake anticipating the pain. I recieved 5 stitches for the tear and tried my best not to scream while they did it.
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It was 5:55am on monday july 19th that I woke up in a puddle. I just laid there for a moment thinking, "Did I just pee myself?". I got up and went to the bathroom, about 2 feet from the toilet I had another gush of fluid. I thought to myself, "Did I just pee myself again?" sat down, I peed, I went back to my bed, laid a towel under and over the wet sheet so I didn't have to wake up sean and tell him I peed the bed and laid back down. We were leaving for atlantic city at 10 am and I wanted to get some rest. As I curled back up and got comfortable I had another gush of fluid come out. At this point I woke my charming boyfriend up and told him I though something was wrong I was leaking fluid. I asked him if he thought I should call the midwives, he raised his groggy face to me shook his head no and layed back down. I went into the kitchen at this point holding a bath towel between my legs. I sat at the kitchen table and looked up water breakage in one of my pregnancy books. It described water breaking and said it was sweet, not like urine. At this point I was worried but I also thought I might be overreacting, so I smelled my towel. :) It didn't seem to have a smell. Then I, yes believe it, I quickly licked it. :P And no, it wasn't sweet. So I called my midwives. They called me back and told me I needed to head over to OB triage. I hung up the phone and cried. I was afraid I would head in there, ruin everyone's day in atlantic city just to find out I had been peeing myself or something. I called my mother and told her, who wasn't very helpful because her water had never broken throughout 4 pregnancies, and woke Sean up. Sean finally woke to look at a steady stream of fluid dropping from between my legs. He now realized that maybe we should get moving to the hospital. Once I got to the hospital it was determind that the fluid I was leaking was in fact amnotic fluid. At that point they wheeled me into labor and delivery. The whole way there Sean kept saying, "but we're not ready yet!". They started me on penicillan, ouch, since I had not gotten my strep B test done yet. and we had to sit and wait. They decided to see if I would go into labor(since I wasn't having any contractions) on my own because I was 35 weeks and six days. They apparently don't like to induce until at least 36 wks.
So I sat in my bed getting all the penicillian they could pump in me, ouch! Not being able to eat, calling the Oyster to let them know that I would never be in again. waiting, waiting, waiting. Finally someone said I could eat, Thank god, because I don't know that I could have made it through without. And Sean and I fell asleep together in that tiny hospital waiting for the next day.
The following morning my midwife came in to discuss my options of how I was going to be induced, but once she checked my cervix(for the first time since I had enterd the hospital) we discovered that I was 3cm, 90% effaced, and -1. My only option was oxytocin. They started me on a drip at 8:45am, by about 10 am my contractions were getting hard. My family had come in to visit me but at this point I wanted Sean there, who had taken a break, he had been there the entire time. I asked for some pain meds, which the nurses took their good old time getting, and started focusing on controlling the contractions. I was completely cut off from the rest of the world and just focused on the pain I had. I told them I needed to push. They told me I had to wait, I wasn't ready, then turned and told someone else to get Robin(midwife on call)on the phone to come in. They all left the room and with the next set of contractions I looked at Sean and told him I had to push. He said, "No honey, they told you not too yet,". I looked at him and said, "I need to push, my body is starting to on it's own, go get somebody now!" And with that he left the room. It was now about 2:20pm. he came back with a bunch of interns and nurse who begged me to wait until Robin got there. Robin was there rather quick and seemed pretty surprised that they wouldn't let me push yet. So I started pushing and that was the only thing going on in my world. Sean was wonderful, he kept telling me how well I was doing and that he loved me and was proud of me. I labored on my side with one leg up and when I couldn't pull my head down anymore Sean helped me. They kept telling me, "he's coming, he's coming!" But he wasn't. :) Then right before the last few pushes I asked for a c-section, and then when I got realistic and started pushing again, I asked Robin to help pull him out:) Then I begged for an episiotmy, which they refused and decided the next one was going to be it, the sooner I got done the better off I would be. I pushed and there he came, the nurses where yelling for me to look at my baby being born and I told them, "NO!", it wasn't exactly how I wanted to see myself, they told me to look again and Sean told them I didn't want to this time. A few more smaller pushes got his sholders out and there he was. No where near the 5lb, 3oz they had predicted. 6lbs, 9.6oz of baby boy they laid on my belly and I suddenly became aware of the entire room. I wanted to hold him, but I was drained, so Sean cut the cord and held him. He beamed as they cleaned him and took his apgar. I ended up tearing in a bad way(I don't know if there is a good way). I tore up past my urethra, not down by my perinial. I also had a nasty gash at my lower half. Needles to say I couldn't pee right for over a week. Everytime I had to my legs would just shake anticipating the pain. I recieved 5 stitches for the tear and tried my best not to scream while they did it.
NOT LOOKING TOO HOT HERE...