born February 23, 2012 at Tampa General, story told
by Courtney
Wednesday Feb 22, 2012
(GA 38w1d) started as a “normal” day,
with the exception that I had only gotten 3 hours
of sleep the night prior. I had gone on maternity
leave early, about a week prior, due to the back
pain I had been suffering from for months, and my
routine was still adjusting to not having to go
to work. I got up, got Allison ready for daycare
and had an appointment with her teacher to review
her progress. Then I went home and met with my doula
to finalize our contract and go over our birth preferences.
During our meeting I had a couple of Braxton-Hicks
contractions but nothing that was different from
the last couple weeks. I took an hour nap and decided
to try assembling some of the furniture for our
still completely empty nursery.
I got as far as unpacking the pieces
for the dresser before I had to go to my chiropractor
appointment (for lower back/pelvic pain) and grocery
shopping for dinner. Watching TV with Fred that
night I commented that the Braxton-Hicks contractions
seemed more frequent and joked that maybe I should
start timing them, instead we went to bed. Around
11pm the contractions seemed to “change”,
but they were not painful and I was so tired I tried
to go back to sleep. Around 2:30am I started timing
them, and found they were averaging 3-4 minutes
apart and 45 sec to 1 min long. I nudged Fred around
3am and told him he might be missing work today
and texted my doula (good thing I had just signed
that contract!).
I could have lay in bed but I was
unable to sleep through or even between contractions
so I got up to make biscuits (I was seriously craving
a bacon egg and cheese biscuit, but unfortunately
I over cooked them!) After about an hour the contractions
were far more painful, and I found myself concentrating
and breathing through them, so I got my water bottle
and ipod with our “relaxation mix” and
got into our bathtub. At 4:45am Fred got up to go
to the gym – his normal routine - and after
watching me through one contractions, he decided
to not leave me home alone with Allison in the chance
that she might wake up while he was gone. I labored
in and out of the bathtub until close to 6am (bowels
started clearing and mucous plug was leaking out),
at which time we decided to start making phone calls.
I called my doula (who hadn’t gotten my text
and was surprised I was already in labor), my mother
and mother-in-law. We started packing our hospital
bags and I labored around the house, on and off
the birth ball and with Fred trying to rub my back
and keep me relaxed. Contractions were 2-3 min apart,
getting more intense and much more painful.
Allison woke up and tried to “help
mommy” with her “owie”, very cute,
but then Fred had to try to keep her occupied. His
mom showed up around 7:30am (with breakfast sandwiches!)
to take care of Allison, and my doula around 8:30am.
By now I was well into active labor, but we talked
about laboring at home a little longer to avoid
downtown traffic and because my big fear was getting
to the hospital and only being 1-2 cm dilated. We
also called ahead to see if any of the labor tubs
were available (both were in use). Contractions
were intense to say the least, lasting about a minute,
but just as they peaked this horrible cramping would
start in my hips and continue another 30-45 secs
longer, so it seemed almost continuous. I also started
shaking terribly right before them (which was at
least a good warning) and feeling very nauseous.
I remembered that these were signs of transition,
but didn’t think I was there yet (I wasn’t-
apparently some people get the shakes all throughout
labor).
I tried walking around outside, but
standing through a contraction was virtually unbearable,
even supported by my husband and doula. Around 10am
we decided to go to the hospital, and took our time
gathering our things and decided it would be best
for me to have the whole back seat of the Durango
to labor freely in. Fred got the car all packed
up but he forgot to take out Allison’s carseat,
and neither he nor my in-laws could get it out!
So after what seemed like forever contracting in
the back seat of the car, I got fed up and yanked
the damn thing over the seat in between contractions
- problem solved! We finally left around 11:15am.
The drive there was awful, and of
course we ended up behind a highway patrol for most
of the 30 min journey…we pull up to the hospital
and Fred forgot where to go! So I direct him to
the ER valet and get out but had to immediately
sit on the bench outside for another contraction
- some employees jumped all up in my face and kept
asking me questions, like if I wanted a wheelchair
or something…did they seriously expect me
to answer during one of these??? I think I told
them to shut up!
We got checked in and my doula took
me up to triage around noon and they put me on the
fetal monitor, attached the pulse ox and got IV
access (all required). Thousands of questions and
forms to fill out! They even asked me what form
of birth control I was planning on using after delivery.
Really? That’s topping the list right now?
I asked again about the labor tub and was told even
if it was available I wasn’t allowed to use
it since I was a VBAC. Just the week prior my midwife
told me it would be a great idea to labor in the
tub since we figured my back pain would make my
labor more painful. The nurses did however ask me
for my birth plan. Then they checked me…only
4 cm, 0 station. I admit, I was disappointed that
the strength and frequency of the contractions didn’t
have me further along.
Finally got a room in L&D and
after a while Dr. Wykoff (whom I hadn’t met
previously) came in. He said he was going to be
in surgery most of the day but that he read my birth
plan and he knew that the VBAC had been discussed
with me previously…then during a bad contraction
he says “well remember, you chose this”.
Oh that irritated me.
For the next 3-4 hours I labored terribly,
shaking and vomiting and unable to find a position
to cope with the pain, with contractions almost
continuous. Definitely not like some of the peaceful
birth videos we had seen! At some point my blood
pressure spiked a little so they checked my urine
for protein and started monitoring my BP more often,
which meant more wires to tether me down. It had
been awhile so I asked to be checked again, 5cm.
I felt trapped and imprisoned by the wires and the
hip and back cramping sending the contraction pain
over the top- I couldn’t imagine there would
be a stage worse than this and fear took over. I
could not get into the mindset of “one contraction
at a time” and I could only think of the hundreds
of contractions to still come. My doula, husband,
and mother (not sure when she arrived) tried to
coach me through them, but I was done. I asked for
the epidural.
It took the anesthesiologist awhile
to show up and they had to run a liter of fluid
first. The resident had to be talked through the
procedure and had to replace the cannula twice,
so it took over a half an hour (during which everyone
else had to wait outside, leaving me to deal with
the contractions alone). Finally I got some relief.
One area on my right side did not take and would
still spasm with the contractions; this was the
same ligament that my chiropractor had been working
on loosening over the last week to try to help with
my back pain. It was tolerable though, and helped
me know when a contraction was coming. I had asked
that the epidural be kept as low as possible since
I knew it could cause its own complications. After
the epidural, Dr. Wykoff came back and said I was
6 cm, 80%, -1 station but with a bulging bag of
waters. He said he wouldn’t intervene (thank
you!) and that another doctor was coming on duty
soon. Since the epidural slowed the contractions
down, my doula gave me some recommendations to help
progress - moving side to side, foot and palm massage,
and other methods to release oxytocin that I won’t
go into.
There was no sleeping during this
epidural! And it worked- by 7pm I was at 9cm, and
0/+1 station. By now Dr. Cox was on service and
she said she would give me another hour to labor
but then suggested AROM as it would likely put me
complete. She went ahead and broke the waters at
8:10pm, and there was concern due to presence of
thick meconium. Since baby was okay on the monitor
we labored down another hour. By then I only had
a lip of cervix left, and Dr. Cox stayed and the
nurses prepped for delivery.
I had been scared of pushing, thinking
it would be very hard and exhausting, but it wasn’t
that difficult at all; I had them set up a mirror
ahead of time and I think that help motivate me.
I did have to push in a side lying position though,
every time I pushed on my back I would vomit, and
the epidural limited the position options. She decelled
slightly during pushing, so they gave me oxygen
in between contractions. I pushed for about 45 min
and she came out with the cord lightly wrapped around
her neck, but still screaming. They had to take
her over to the NICU team immediately because of
the meconium so we didn’t get to have the
delayed cord clamping or the immediate skin-to-skin
contact, but Fred got to cut the cord (Dr. Cox didn’t
give him a choice!). Her APGARS were 9 & 9 -
longest 5 minutes ever! - and I finally got to hold
her.
She was very alert and latched
on to my breast within 10 minutes. Isabel Evangeline
was born at 10:03pm and was 7 lbs, 7 oz & 20
inches long. We had on our relaxation music and
the song playing when she arrived was titled “Delicacy
and Strength”. I had a second degree perineal
tear and superficial periurethral tears, not surprising
with her head circumference >98 percentile!.
They also let me keep the placenta for encapsulation.

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Recovery
was so much easier than with the C-section,
some very minor soreness from the labor and
even the tears were nothing in comparison. Looking
back I don’t regret the epidural, I think
it helped me relax enough to allow my body to
progress, but I do wonder if it could have been
avoided if they had let me labor untethered
or in a birth tub. I also wonder how much baby’s
position contributed to the back pain- if the
spasms were “back labor” or if it
was the sprained sacroiliac joint I had been
dealing with all along. Regardless, I could
not have gotten to where I did without my doula’s
help, my husband’s support, and the Bradley
training! |
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