Friday, August 14, 2020

My advice? Have so many babies they just come out on their own

On Tuesday at 1pm, I had my first baby appointments for the week: my 38-weeks midwife visit and my first of 4 scheduled non-stress tests to make sure my decrepit old placenta could continue to support the baby.

The  midwife visit was uneventful, although I did find out that my total weight gain was 34 pounds. GAH.

The NST sounded great to me. I had a pretty OK thriller and an hour in a room by myself to read it, hooked up to a couple of monitors, listening to the baby's heart galloping away.


The nurse told me that I would likely be home in 20 minutes instead of the required hour, but then there was a late deceleration in the baby's heartbeat when I had a very mild contraction, so the midwife asked me to stay hooked up the whole time.

At the end of an hour, the nurse cam back in and read my final strip, leaving me hooked up while she took it to the midwife. She came back to tell me I was free to go and then glanced down at the tracing from when she had been out of the room.  "Oh no," she said and took the strip with her back down the hall.

She came back within minutes to tell me that one late dip could be a fluke, but 2 could be a pattern and I needed to go to triage and be monitored there for two hours.

It was 3pm, and I ran by the house emptied the dishwasher (WTF?) and grabbed Ben and my suitcase. He decided to take me to triage, come home and get dinner for the kids, and then come pick me up.
The triage nurse assured us that while the clinic was keeping people hooked up to make sure they didn't need L&D, L&D's goal was to watch for the shortest amount of time necessary to send me home.

Except, the baby had another small decel, and the midwife on call, in consultation with my OB, who happened to be the doc on call, recommended induction.

I was in my labor room by 5pm, and the baby's heart rate was all over the place, leading to c-section talk. So breakfast on Tuesday? My only meal of the day.


Step 1: COVID test

Step 2: Super scary 6-8pm session spent watching the baby's heart rate stay in the 180s-190s listening to the OB and the midwife talk c-section some more before finally getting an IV and a quick bag of fluids. This slowed the baby's heartbeat, and e could officially start (from total scratch) an induction.

Step 3: 9pm-9am: Cervadil and sleep, light on the sleep. Ben stayed home with the kids, on call if we needed him.

On Wednesday morning, I was 1cm dilated, but my cervix was still pointing off to the side like an "I'm with stupid" T-shirt. I got the ok for some peanut butter toast because the baby's heart looked fine, and we went ahead with a Foley bulb, which, like Cervadil, could be removed if baby's heart couldn't handle it. I also had the genius idea to TAKE A SHOWER since it finally dawned on me that there would be no baby soon.

The Foley was fine-- I napped while it was in there and then woke up to use the bathroom and found that it had fallen out, leaving me with an anterior, mostly effaced, 3cm cervix.

Next up:  the dread Pitocin

I passed the time writing in the baby book


Pacing my room
And feeling fresh faced after my shower.


I had a little bit of Pitocin, and I walked laps around my room for HOURS reading books, since I couldn't go outside. 


 In the early evening on Wednesday, the baby was again tachychardic for a long time. Eventually, another midwife called in another OB to consult about a c-section, and they pushed another huge bag of fluids and turned off the Pitocin.

I called Ben, who was in and out and tried to be home with the kids as much as possible especially at night. He drank a shit ton of coffee and jumped in the car, thinking we were going to the OR.

By the time he got to the hospital, the baby had calmed down again, and the OB said she would recommend we keep going with Pitocin. At this point, I was like listen if she can't handle Pitocin, then I'm just going to end up in the OR anyway, so let's do that now as opposed to when I am even more exhausted.

They were both like get it together, lady, so Ben went home, and I went back on Pitocin.

I was up all night hypnobirth breathing my way through increasingly awful contractions as my nurses stepped up the meds every 30 minutes. I paced the room. I ate popsicles and drank Sprite. I did NOT sleep.  AT ALL. ALL NIGHT  LONG.

At 6 am, I asked the midwife to check me. 4 effing centimeters ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

I told her I thought I wanted an epidural. She suggested I get in the tub..

I spent 2 hours in the tub and waited just a bit too long getting out, distracted by the shift change, meeting my new nurse, etc.

My contractions were scary bad when I got out of the tub. Like, panic bad. 

The new midwife was the same person I saw in the clinic two days before, and the minute I saw her, I said "I either need a baby or an epidural RIGHT NOW."

She checked me and was like, oh great you're 5 cm, and I screamed EPIDURAL. Amazingly, the anesthesiologist was there within 10 minutes. This was honestly the worst part-- having contractions-- scary bad ones-- while he did his thing and I held perfectly still.

By 9:15 am, I was numb and pain-free, texting friends, and waiting on Ben.

He arrived in time to help the nurse turn me over, and we all chatted happily for awhile.

Here I am full of fluid but so darn happy.

At 11:05 am, Ben took this picture of my bra on my IV pole (getting out of the tub problems, obvi)

Our lovely nurse went to get some lunch, and shortly after she left the room, I became really uncomfortable on my right side. Ben called another nurse to help me roll over, and this new nurse asked me if I had a special kind of epidural because I was moving my legs. That made me notice that I could all of the sudden FEEL my legs and also a ton of vaginal pressure. 

I was so annoyed to have had such a brief respite from discomfort, so I asked the nurse to ask the midwife if my epidural had fallen out or something and to check on my catheter because something was wet.

The midwife came in and told me I probably felt tingles because the baby was moving lower, and she said she'd check my cervix but she thought it was probably almost time to push.

Ben figured we were gearing up  for the last leg of the marathon, so he said he was going to run to the bathroom.

"Better use the one in here," the midwife said, glancing between my legs. "Otherwise, you'll miss the baby."

Ben and I exchanged incredulous glances. In our experience, pushing took a hot second.

Turns out, MY WATER BROKE and THE BABY'S HEAD WAS 1/2OUT ALREADY.

I had been really worried about pushing with an epidural and hurting my 42-year-old pelvic floor, so when the midwife told me the news, I laughed.

"Laugh again," she said, "And you are going to have a baby." So I did.

AND WE DID.

Minnie Marigold

11:59 am 

8/13/2020

6 pounds, 13 ounces

19.5 inches long





















 

9 comments:

Stephanie said...

Congratulations!

Chiconky said...

“Laugh again and you’ll have a baby” nearly made me cry. Congratulations!!!

Anonymous said...

I love reading birth stories - and yours are my favorite. Please don't ever stop having babies! Minnie Marigold is perfection. Congratulations to you and Ben!!! ~KJ

Virginia said...

You laughed your baby out!! That is the best birth story ever!!!
❤️❤️❤️

Carrie Mess said...

Oh my gosh, between her birth story and cheerful name, she is bound to be a fun loving gal! Congratulations!

Sarah LeBlanc said...

Congratulations Sarah! Super excited to have seen her debut on Instagram!

Lisa R. said...

Congratulations! She's SO adorable.

Jessie Beyler said...

Congrats to the Jedd family, so happy for you all, and so happy mom and baby are both doing well! Can't wait to meet her once stupid Covid is done. xoxo

mp said...

Congratulations!!!!!!