Daegan came a day before his due date, on his own. Well... sort of. I'd had 3 membrane sweeps up to that point.
Short version: 33 hours, horrific, hellacious back labour. Last minute, not-quite kosher epidural (doc ran it about twice as fast as procedure dicates) at literally the last second. As soon as they laid me back down, I was to 10, and started pushing. An hour later, my little man was in my arms, at 3:02am, a healthy 7lbs 6oz, 19.5 inches long, with a full head of hair.
Long version (copied from my blog):
It started on Thursday, June 16. I started having contractions around noon, which progressively got closer and closer together. Around 7:30pm, when they hit 5 minutes apart, and stayed there for over an hour, we decided to head into the hospital. We got assessed in Triage, where they found I was only 4cm dilated still - the same as I had been the previous afternoon. We decided to walk around for 2 hours to see if any progression was made. After two hours - still 4cm. We were given the option of walking for another 2 hours, or going home to labour there for a while longer.
I was starving and exhausted at this point, because it was now midnight, so we opted to go home. Grabbed some McDonald's fries and pies, J. got a burger, and we went home. My contractions slowed down enough that I was able to go to bed around 5am, then got up at 9 for what we hoped was my final pre-natal appointment. At 11:30am, my doctor stripped my membranes for the third time.
Third time ended up being a charm, because by noon once again, I was having steady contractions. I didn't want to end up being in the same situation as the previous day, so I decided to wait it out a little longer. J. and I took a walk around the block, and contractions were anywhere between 2 and 4 minutes apart, and getting stronger. We waited until around 6pm, and went back to the hospital. Because my contractions were so close together, we didn't even get another internal from the nurse, they just called my doctor in. She confirmed I was at 6cm, almost to 7cm already!
They moved us from Triage to a birthing room, where the nurse I had was AMAZING. She was so sweet, and so supportive and helpful. Her and my doctor joked with us through the contractions, which helped keep my mind off of the pain. When I was between 7cm and 8cm, we broke my water, which was the weirdest sensation ever. It doesn't really feel like you're peeing yourself, but it's from the same area, so your brain tries to tell you you're peeing. It also definitely confirmed for me that, while amniotic fluid definitely smells distinct, there is NO way to describe it.
From there, we moved into the Jacuzzi tub, which was phenomenal. At that point, the first hint at how painful my labour was going to be started showing. My back was kind of crampy, but I just attributed it to all the walking I'd done through the contractions. Boy oh boy, was I wrong. SO... WRONG.
The next couple of hours were hell on earth. I think that if someone could replicate back labour from a sunny-side-up baby, and use it as a method of torture, there would be no unconfessed crimes in the world. I felt like my back was full of hot coals, and was being repeatedly beat with a heavy wooden bat with iron spikes in it. I barely even felt the contractions in my abdomen any more. All the pain I'd ever felt in the world had accumulated just above my tailbone. I decided to try the nitrous (laughing gas) to see if I could get some relief.
The nitrous is self-administered, so you have to keep the mask on your face and breathe through it through the contractions. This worked for a little while, until the contractions started coming back-to-back. There was no down time, just wave after wave of absolute torment. I had the mask on my face constantly, even though I could feel my lungs crying out for some fresh air. While it helped take the edge off the pain, it also meant that I was no longer lucid. I felt more stoned than I ever have in my entire life, and completely disconnected from what was going on aside from the pain.
I didn't want to experience my baby's birth like that, so I caved and asked for an epidural. The doctor had warned me earlier that an epidural doesn't always help back labour, but I was desperate. In reality, it didn't take very long for the anesthesiologist to show up, but it felt like an eternity for me. It took her a few tries to get the epidural in properly, and she hit bone a few times, but that pain was like a tickle compared to contractions!
While we were waiting for the epidural to kick in (which they thankfully ran about 3 times faster than usual!) the doctor checked me again, found that I was at about 9.5 centimetres, and that Daegan was sunny-side-up, which was why I had such intense back labour, and is also not good for baby, as it can stress them too much during delivery. She started turning him manually, which was absolutely the most unpleasant part of actually delivering. I'd rather push for hours than go through that again. Something kept bumping against a nerve and my entire leg would spasm painfully.
In case you've never heard of it, a "sunny-side-up" or "face up" baby is different from a breech baby. When a baby is breech, his feet or butt come out first, instead of his head. A face-up baby has his head down, but instead of having his face pointing towards the tailbone, it's pointing up towards the pubic bone. Like this:
Once he was turned around, I was finally at 10cm, and SO ready to push. I'd been feeling the need to push for at least half an hour, so I was VERY thankful the time was finally here! My doctor informed me afterwards that, for first time moms, the average time to push is at least TWO hours. I was pushing for almost exactly an hour before he popped out. They asked if I wanted him right away, or if I wanted him cleaned up first. I wanted him then and there. To hell with blood and goo, I WANTED MY BABY! The first thing I noticed is that he has a TON of hair. I couldn't stop touching it! He also has the sweetest little face.
Once he was cleaned up and the cord cut, I let J hold him, which was the sweetest sight I've seen in my life. I totally cried.
Now, this is the part where other moms are likely going to hate me. I didn't tear. Didn't need an episiotomy. There were three areas that my doctor told me were "compromised", and that I could potentially tear later on by moving wrong, or pushing when I pooped, so she put in three tiny stitches (one per area). I can't even feel them now, and haven't had the dreaded burn when I pee. Don't even need the little squirt bottle!
I spent the rest of the night staring at his perfect little face and hands. He spent a lot of time in utero with his hands up near his face (as evidenced by the lack of profile ultrasound pictures!) and he still likes to keep them there. He's not a big fan of the full swaddle, but he HAS to have his feet and legs wrapped up, or he fusses. He has humongous feet and hands, by the way!
He's an absolute champion snuggle bunny. He LOVES being held. Would not sleep quietly in his hospital bassinet for 90% of the time we were there. Not that I minded cuddling with him so much! He especially likes being held with his little chest and tummy against mine. Now that we're home, he's digging the swing, which is the only way I can get this typed out!
I had a bad pregnancy emotionally yeah i was excited about being a mum but everyday i had to ask myself if i was doing the right thing.
I'm a single mum always have been i wasn't with Tillies dad at all had ended the relationship bout two months before found out was expecting.
I had problems with my pelvis but didn't have that pelvis thing that some pregnant ladies get!
She was 13 days late and i had to be induced which i found to be the most terrorfying moment of my life.
Was a slow labour had never heard of the term in my life! started labour early hours monday morning and Tillie wasn't born till early hours of Friday morning.
For pain relief i had pethadine and gas and air that made me halucinate something funny!
She had been in a bit of a fright in the womb and was born with 'poop' on her so had to be checked over when she was born.
All through labour been told i was going to have a small baby 7lb tops but she was born 8lb, but perfectly healthy.
Everything went ok till the tuesday when i had to go back into hospital for a week due to a serious womb infection.
She was fine though, i also had post natel depression which i'm still under medication for.
am so proud of her she speaks very well loves to sing paint and dance and is really good with other children.
My pregnancy was pretty much miserable. From the very beginning, we were really worried that I'd miscarry. I'd had 2 miscarriages in the past and had a bruise from when the egg implanted, that could have caused issues. I had 3 ultrasounds before the 20 week u/s to find out her sex.
I had pelvic pain starting at about 3 months. By 5 months, I couldn't sleep in our bed anymore. I saw my doctor constantly and was seeing a high-risk specialist as well.
I ended up having gestational diabetes and had to give myself 5-7 injections a day and check my blood sugar pretty much constantly. By 29 or 30 weeks, I had to come in twice a week for non-stress tests and had ultrasounds once a week.
I have fibromyalgia, but it really didn't give me that hard a time. The pelvic pain, on the other hand, got worse and worse. I was fairly miserable. I had surgery for carpal tunnel on both hands, years ago, but it came back with a vengeance. By the end of my pregnancy, I had pretty much no use of my right hand and my left hand wasn't a whole lot better.
Around 36 or 37 weeks, the Dr decided that she wanted the baby out as soon as possible, so she sent me for an amnio, to check on her lung development. Because of the gestational diabetes, they she was concerned that Molly would be really big and just wanted to see where we were. I went in, had it done, and it was awful. I went home in tears. I sobbed when I got the results and they said her lungs weren't developed enough. I was in unbelievable pain.
My Dr decided that she wanted me to have another amnio 2 weeks later. When I called to schedule it, the high-risk Dr wanted me to have it @ 39 weeks. When I told my regular Dr about it, she called him immediately. I could hear her, in the other room, arguing with him. They couldn't agree on my due date or on when or if I should have the amnio. So, she scheduled it with one of the other doctors in the office. The new specialist was sooooooooooooo much better than the old one. For some reason, I wrote about the 2nd amnio after I had it. I still have it, so I'll post it here:
So, I'm going to try to do this again. Every time I start to talk about it, I start crying and it's kicking my ass. I was really sore from the weekend, so I was already having a hard time before I got to the Dr's office. I get there and they decide to do an ultrasound first, for sizing, since they hadn't done one in almost 3 weeks. She's still breech (no surprise) and is measuring 8 lbs 5 oz. After that, they got me all nekkid for the amnio, covered me in towels and left me laying on the table for a good 20 minutes. Have I mentioned that being on those tables really screws w/the pelvic thing? Anyway, she was really active, so they were worried about being able to find the pockets of fluid as easily. So the Dr comes in, gets me all prepped and checks the spots she has marked off as fluid pockets. He has to pass on my left side b/c the umbilical cord was gathered over there and catching that would be bad. So they find a spot on the left side, about even w/my belly button, that looks perfect. That same nurse started to rub my feet again and I was like "PLEASE DON'T!" I felt bad, like I was harsh, but I tried to explain that they really hurt.
Anyway, he inserted the needle. Instant cramping, but i have to stay perfectly still. He starts moving the needle around and is looking at it on the u/s, but is getting no fluid. He pulls the needle out, moves over about a quarter inch, inserts again. Fuuuuuck @ cramping. My whole body is like locked in a vice @ this point b/c it hurts so bad. Again, there's all this moving of the needle, but no luck. No fluid. So, they pull that needle out. Move back over to the left side, where they were concerned about the cord. Molly knocked the cord around a little, but he was still sure he could get the fluid. So, THIRD needle inserted. This time he sat there fighting w/it for a while. Still got no fluid. By now every muscle, etc is locked up and I have tears streaming down my face. So, he gave up. I laid there crying, biting down on a towel thru these rolling cramps, as they tried to clean me up. They get me all cleaned up and dressed (which was a feat, let me tell you) and Dr Saleh starts to explain what happened, even showing me the u/s pics to try to explain it. For some reason, he just could not get fluid. You could see the needle tip in the u/s pics and it looked as if they were in these large pockets of fluid, but something wasn't right. All he would get was blood, which is bad. So, he was going to call my Dr and tell her what happened. He was going to tell her that he thought we should wait until between 38 and 39 weeks. That waiting until 39 (june 4th) was better, but that she could deliver me at 38 just so long as we understand the possibility that there could be a complication and that there is a chance she might need a little help breathing. Yeah. I know this. This was much more of a worry 2 weeks ago than it is now.
He sends me to l&d to be monitored for a few hours. The bed they put me on was like...a bench? It was hard as a rock. After about 45 minutes of sitting thru Molly moving almost non-stop, except for during the contractions, I was in tears. They got me up and off the bed for a few minutes and I could barely walk to the bathroom. I had to go back on the monitor for another hour and managed...somehow. When they finally let me go, David had to wheel me back to the car.
When I finally talked to my OB, she said that unless I go into labor, she's going to deliver me on June 4th. Over a week away. I was so...out of it, stunned and upset that I just kind of went 'ok.' But, today I'm going to be giving her a call. I mean, given what Dr Saleh said, plus what she said to me a couple of days ago, which was she'd just deliver me if she got any indication that he would allow it. She asked me about my LMP and my sugar and I told her everything was fine. Which I later got yelled at for, b/c I forgot to tell her that it keep bottoming out and the spiking and crashing is making me sick. Everyone keeps asking me why they don't give me steroids and deliver her a day or two later. I have no answer for them b/c my Dr has never brought it up. On top of that, I can now barely get up from the couch w/o help. It often brings me to tears. I can hardly walk b/c when I try to lift my right leg, horrible sharp pains shoot thru my pelvis and the leg gives out. Just going to the bathroom is a 10 minute ordeal and i have to have help getting off the john. (sorry) How pathetic is that?! And she just keeps getting heavier! I don't know how I'm supposed to get up and down the stairs to go to the Dr. I can't leave the house for anything right now. So, I'm going to call her in the morning and ask her all of this. I want to know why she keeps changing what she says. etc etc and I'm going to tell her all of that stuff and see what the hell she says. I don't know what else to do. It's one thing to be uncomfortable. It's totally different when I'm crying all the time b/c I'm in soo much pain.
Turns out, I was in so much pain, b/c immediately after the amnio, while I was in l&d, she flipped. And when she flipped, she didn't settle quite right. Her head was pushing on the tendons and nerves for my right leg, which made it give out. A lot. I actually fell in the kitchen one morning. So, on Friday, May 29th, she scheduled the induction. She said even tho Molly had flipped, it was possible she'd flip right back. She was also concerned that Molly would be really big, so she was going to do a c-section.
On Saturday night, I dozed off around 2 am (Sunday morning). I woke up around 7 to some tightening in my belly. Got up to go to the bathroom and noticed that I could suddenly walk. The pelvic pain was still there, but the leg pain and weakness was gone. I noticed that there was a lot of pressure down there that hadn't been there before. I went back to the couch to relax for a while and hopefully get a little more sleep. The belly hardening continued and I started to wonder what was going on. I finally woke David up and we called his mom. I explained to her what was going on and she said to call my Dr. When the Dr called me back (not my Dr, but the on-call Dr), I explained what was going on. I said I wasn't sure if they were contractions or what was going on. As she was talking to me, it happened again and kinda took my breath away. It didn't hurt...it was just...odd. She stopped talking and said "Is it happening right now?" I kinda grunted "Uh huh" She goes "That's a contraction. Come to the hospital."
We called David's mom back, told her what was going on and she said she'd be there to pick us up soon. I jumped in the shower and threw on some sweats, then made the long trek down the stairs.
When we got to the hospital, they immediately took me to l&d. They hooked me up to monitors and kept track of the contractions. They were about 4 minutes apart, or so. I got there at 11 am. By 12:15 or so, they had me in my own room and were getting me ready for surgery. They rolled me into the OR around 1:30 and set me up for the epidural. Honestly, getting the epidural was cake. It didn't hurt at all, tho my leg jumped a time or two as they were getting the placement right. As soon as it was in, they brought David in. That was when things got really weird. Because of the way the OR table was, My head was angled slightly lower than my feet. This caused the epidural to not only numb my lower half, but it traveled up my chest, numbing it and my arms. I felt like I couldn't breathe and I started to freak out. I kept telling David and the anesthesiologist that I was suffocating and couldn't get enough air. They both kept telling me I was fine, to just calm down, everything was fine, I was getting plenty of air, etc. I managed to catch a glimpse of the monitor with my blood pressure and freaked out even more, b/c it was so low. I remember that part very clearly. I remember hearing her cry for the first time and sobbing. I don't remember much else. I was pretty out of it for a while, while they finished everything and put me back together. David said before hand that he didn't want to see anything. But, the Dr asked him a question and when he stood up, he saw everything. He said there's nothing like standing up and seeing parts of your wife's insides just sitting on the table.
Molly was born at 2:48 pm, May 31, 2009. She was 7 lbs 14 oz and 20 inches long. And she was perfectly healthy.
I had my first son two months early.. The above picture was taken two days before I went into labour. I was in active labour for a solid 86 hours as they tried desperately to delay the baby coming.. but he was very stubborn. After the first 24, I was driven 60 miles by ambulance to a larger, specialized facility in the city. I also was born with a life-threatening blood disorder which almost took my life in the process of all of this.. Anyway, they eventually allowed me to push him out knowing that nothing they could do would stop my premature labour. Due to all of the drugs I was already on to try and prevent said labour, I was never given an epidural or any other pain medication. I eagerly pushed the sucker out-- It was over three days at that point and I just wanted it to be over. We all prayed as I pushed, and as soon as he was out the doctors whisked him away. He wasn't breathing at first and was blue.. After a minute though he began crying and a nurse placed him on my chest. I was only able to see him for a second however, for they wheeled him off to the NICU. It was another 4 hours until I was able to see my son, and another 3 days before I was able to hold him. He was in an incubator with a respirator and vital monitors, and had to be fed through a tube in his nose.
This was in one of the open beds, which he was only able to be in when they were testing things or washing him down with a moist cloth..
Luckily he only had to stay in the NICU for a month, which is a whole month sooner than they expected. Liam Ovan Lattime was born on September 5, 2009 at 5lbs 4oz (huge for a baby born that early.. they usually average 3lb) and he is my little miracle.. With my blood disorder, I'm not even supposed to have children. It's life-threatening for me, and my body can reject the fetus, seeing it as a foreign body (thus one of the many reasons I go into labour early). I also am severely underweight, which also adds to my high risk factors. Alas, Liam and I both beat all of the odds at to this day, he is a tall, strong, healthy little man.
And I'm now expecting my second little angel.. This time we're prepared however. I'm on a VERY expensive drug that I have to take twice a day.. Alas, we have had a few red flags, even with all of the preparations. I began early labour last week, dialating to 3cm and enduring regular contractions.. I was only 29 weeks. However, they were able to stop it for now. I received a series of steroid injections to speed up the baby's development just in case it happens again. They know I'm going to have this baby early as well, but at least now we know what to expect. I'm just thankful for the son I have, and know in my heart that soon I'll have another little boy to bring home and introduce to Liam. <3
Those steroid injections are a pain in the ass, literally I had to get them 3 times a week.
(copy and pasted from last thread..too lazy )
Labor, it sucked but its labor I wasn't expecting a party. With Cole I was having him early so they decided to try and pump me up with drugs in order for him to get out ASAP so the doctor could go home, apparently they only had one NICU doctor on call . I was in labor from 6:30pm till 9:30-10pm (Ill have to check the baby book I forget lol) so about 3-4 hours of intense labor, but I had also been going into labor since 28 weeks an was visiting the hospital 3 times a week to stop him from coming, that only worked for a bit lol. I got my epidural, laid back and literally had him 15 minutes later( apparently I was almost 10cm), so I was able to feel myself push but not feel any pain. Cole was born at 34 weeks and was 5 pounds 12oz and 19.5 inches long, was the loudest baby on the unit (and still is today, thanks steroid shots ) was fed through a tube for 3 days and had oxygen for not even 4 hours, he did great.
With Aiden I was being induced because they thought he was 10 pounds+ and I had pelvic SPD which HURT a lot. It was the weekend and my BF lost his car so I went home after being induced and since I wasn't progressing they sent me home. Literally as soon as I got home I was going into labor, I actually took the bus and walked to the hospital 10-15minutes) because I wasn't in a lot of pain, I finally got in the hospital and was about 5cm dilated at 3pm .The nurse helping me out asked if they could bring in a student in training so I said that would be fine, come to find out she was best friends with a girl I know and then added me to facebook a week after I had the baby..Talk about awkward. ANYWAYS The epidural didn't work and it numbed my chest only so they had to stop it because apparently that's dangerous? Labor hurt but not as bad as I would have thought, I definitely felt everything but it all happened so fast and every one was freaking me out because I spiked a fever, so I had a NICU nurse running in*yay more onlookers* which brought on a huge panic attack. After all of that I was in labor from 3:30pm to 5:17pm, which was just under two hours of active labor. Aiden was born at 39 weeks and was 9 pounds and 21 inches
After Aiden was born the found out he had an ABO incompatibility, I spiked a fever because my antibodies were attacking him. I guess because I'm o+ and he s A+ it made some complications which resulting in him being in a incubator with some bad jaundice. I also got pretty sick but that only lasted a day or so.
I officially went into labour a couple of days after my due date, though my waters had been leaking very, very slowly for about a day and a half and I was just having the odd random contraction here and there every couple of hours. At 3:30am on Monday 15th of March 2010 I woke in the night feeling like I needed to use the bathroom. I'm so glad I stepped out of bed in a hurry and that we had no carpet because the minute I stood straight my waters went with a huge gush. I was pretty horrified. I never knew it would be that much water.
My fiancÚ, after throwing a towel on the floor went straight back to sleep while I had myself a bath, and then had to have another because when I stepped out I was graced with another huge gush. Considering that my bump was small, I got a little worried that there was actually no baby and the belly had been all water. The midwife had always said my baby will be small because I'm small but she never seemed concerned, so I never worried until this very moment.
I decided to keep myself busy for the rest of the night, I tidied the house and walked my dog a few times, had a long cuddle with him and cried all over him because I knew everything was about to change and he wasn't going to be my little baby any more. The contractions seemed strong but they were bearable so I was feeling quite brave at this point. I fell asleep on the sofa at some point and then woke up around 7 finally feeling some real pain. It had me shaking and the contractions were getting closer. This was a relief for me. I felt that if it kept on at this rate I should be a mother by the end of the day.
At about 8am the contractions were now just a minute or two apart and so strong I was like "I changed my mind, I don't want to do this any more." hehe and I realised what I could feel, this sensation like earthquakes in my stomach was probably my cervix stretching and that I was ready for hospital. I really thought I'd get there right away too, but my mum wasn't able to for another hour and half so I just sat around frustrated, wondering why the hell I ever thought this would be a good idea.
Once I got to the hospital I went straight on gas and air. I absolutely hated it, and regretted asking the second I inhaled but I was desperate for something to take the edge of so I could get through labour smiling instead of swearing. My cervix had been dilating so fast that 11 I was certain I'd be a ten centimetres but when the nurse checked I was at five still. I was confused. I was still having the pain that felt like my cervix was trying to stretch but it hadn't budged for 2 hours.
Then again around 1pm they checked and I was still at five centimetres. The midwife said something about having to induce me and stuck a needle in my arm. Luther explained that I was 'stuck' and they were going to hurry up cervix now because the baby needed to come out.
Call me impatient but by this point I was hacked off and ready for it to be over. I'd had very little sleep that night obviously what with finally going into labour and I'd been in hospital most of the night before too, wide awake while they tested me for leaking waters then decided they needed to keep an eye me for a few hours and test me again. I was exhausted already just ten hours after my waters had broke and six after the real pain started coming.
I asked for stronger pain relief and that was my biggest mistake. I asked for pethidine, I got it and it knocked me out. I'm not very good with drugs. Bit of a lightweight. The rest of my labour is such a blur and that makes me so miserable. Luther says I was still waking up every minute or two for a contraction and sucking on gas and air - or trying to, but missing my mouth completely - but I don't remember. I do remember waking up long enough to come to the understanding Luther had demolished all of the snacks and water we'd brought and was sat reading a book while I led there feeling like death. At that moment I hated him a lot lol.
The next thing I remember is coming round, and nodding off and coming round again to Luther and two midwives shouting in my face and yanking at my limbs saying my baby was coming and I needed to push. This was a disaster! I'd stay awake and attempt to push for two or three contractions, feebly trying to yell back at the midwives to leave me alone and stop interfering and then I'd pass out again. They'd wake me up, and after what felt like hours of doing this I became very emotional and started begging them to just cut him out of me.
His head was part way out, I could feel it and see it but the midwives were being bitches as far I'm concerned and not letting me give birth how I'd practised giving birth. I was advised that trying to push by taking one deep breath was going to be too much for me and that I could pant as well as take in breaths in between pushing. These crazy midwives just screaming at me not to breathe and each time I tried they shouted louder in my face. They got me pretty worked up. I also asked for them to raise the bars at the side of my bed so I could hold onto something and they refused.
So I couldn't breathe, had nothing to hold onto and I gave up. He was almost out and I couldn't push him that last bit out because they wouldn't let me, through one contraction, take a breath push and then quickly take another breath and push, let alone pant through the pushing. I asked for the to give me an episiotomy and kept on asking until I passed out again and then woke up realising they were finally doing it. As soon as the snip was made I basically shot my son out with no hassle whatsoever and snatched him up for a quick cuddle before they took him away again.
He was the most beautiful little thing covered in blood and god-knows-what I have ever seen. He was only 5lb 5oz, even smaller than I imagined and the doctors at the hospital sure did freak out a bit at first and throw him in a ventilator, but he was fine. He was healthy, strong and very alert. I named him Shuya George *insert surname here*.
Phewww.. thank you for giving me a place to write this down. I've never really done before I don't think.
I love my story. My pregnancy was about 3 months long, well thats how it felt. After 6 months of back pain my mom forced me to get a pregnancy test. I had no idea. 5 months without a period was normal so it came as a shock. No morning sickness, only back pain. My due date was June 19th however i was at risk for pre clampsia so i was induces 2 days after my husbands 19th birthday. The labor only lasted 6 hours. i was induced at 12 pm. The contractions were painful but nothing i could handle. they broke my water at 4 pm. the pain started to get worse but i breathed through it. the hardest part was not pushing. at 6 they told me i could and within 20 minutes Cynthia Robin was born. the doctors would laugh and joke about how i was gonna cry and scream and ask for an epidural. I wanted a natural birth and i worked through it and got one. I didnt cry or scream the only noise i made was a grunt when i finally pushed her out.
dont look at what i do or believe. just look at me. im not at all what you would expect ^.-
had an amazing pregnancy.
no nothing, no sickness, no back pains, i just got huge and it was awesome. i could have used my stomach as a weapon.
she came out on her actually due date. started light cramps at 6 that night, woke up at 2 and went to the hospital. dialated to a 10 by 5 and had her out by 5:33
no epi, no screaming or tearing or stitches.
only concerned we ever had was that with all the woman in my family all there firsts ended in a still birth.
but nope, i had a beautiful lil girl at 5:33 on Aug 24 2009
Okay, I am only six weeks pregnant with my fourth child. I am 18 as of November 30. I have had 3 miscarriages and I am terribly scared that it is going to happen again. I would like some help from you girls on how to be more careful with my pregnancy. I tried being so careful before, but I guess I wasn't careful enough. D': I would really like to be able to talk to someone that doesn't mind gruesome details about my life, because I want someone who can also be a good friend when I need her. But anyways, enough about that. I have been feeling queasy and vomiting on different times. Sometimes it's every day, then sometimes it's every other day and so on. I have not been peeing much and I am wondering if that is a good thing or bad thing. So please, feel free to message me. I will keep you posted on future appointments and ultrasounds.
i had a very well pregnancy... i had no sickness or anything.. the last few weeks i started dialating. Lance's due date came up and they asked me if i wanted to be enduced and i told them sure... i got enduced at 6am and started having contractions by 7am. the pain wasnt as bad as people have tried to tell me... i was laughing through them. my sister had youtube pulled up on the hospital tv and was playing videos where people were falling... lol it was pretty funny... well by 12:30 they told me i was 8cm. dialated. i was already exhausted from only haveing an hour of sleep the day before. i told them to give me the epidural to just get some sleep and relax before pushing. by the time they were done putting it in i was fully dialated by 1pm. they had me pushing and i was laughing and getting yelled at. my doctor however thought it was funny. he said "keep it up and you will laugh him out." haha by 1:08pm i had my little boy... 6lbs 14oz... 20 3/4 inches long. Lance came out smiling and we always joke about it now saying he came out smiling cause i laughed him out... ^_^ he will be 6 months old tomorrow ^_^
I'm 18 months pregnant and still going through the ripped between two feelings thing. Half terrified, half excited.
I get to find out the sex on the 24th though So Im mega excited about that.
The only problem with this whole pregnancy thing is that I have Obstructive/Apical Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy so I'm constantly back and forth from the hospital with them poking and prodding me. Oh well, 4 months to go.
I found out I was pregnant about 3 weeks after conception b/c I was having awful pain and went to the emergency room. I thought I probably had a really bad cyst on my ovary. Surprise! I DID have a cyst. And I was pregnant.
I had nausea, massive aversion to certain foods (the smell of seafood was awful), breast tenderness and swelling, etc etc etc.
1 to 4:
I threw up nearly every morning. Since i was still in highschool, i had to take a horsesized pill every morning just to get out of the bathroom. Plus i started gaining weight right into my third month.
5 to 7:
I was getting freaking huge. i cried at one point during my sixth month because i couldnt see my toes. I was pretty much an emotional wreck, and my sons father was in jail. i started laying out of school alot.
8 to 9:
I was tired constantly. Everything was sore and school had became a last targeted issue. my back felt like it was going to snap in half, and the cold weather was not helping matters
I woke up at around 4 in the morning with contractions. My sons father had been out of jail a week, and luckily, he was there to drive me to the hospital 30 minutes away from our home, where i spent the next 16 hours in labor. the pain was excruciating. then finally at 8:04 pm, My son, Elijah Lucas, was here. he was 9lbs 8.03 oz and 13 inches long.
He Is now a happy 20 month old boy who i love spending everyday with (:
My other half wasn't supposed to be able to father children. I want to find the doctor who told him this and tell him to get a new profession.
Found out I was pregnant at about 6 weeks because I already had a bump. Got to the midwife who couldn't get any blood out of me. Had to go in for numerous attempts til they found a vain I bled from ridiculously. Then from then on I kept getting sent for measurement scans. Because I was ridiculously huge for only having one child.
I didn't have any morning sickness but my hips dislocated early. Was considered for a c-sec but told I didn't need one because they said my baby DEFINITELY wouldn't be over 8 and a half pounds.
The day before he was due I went into labour. Got into hospital at about 7. Ended up in a pool but had to move because he was a big baby so needed to be on a bed. Only had gas and air which got taken off of me for the last 2 hours -_-. The pain was undescribable but I was more bothered about sleep. (I had none the night before).
I ended up being the opposite to most women and telling my other half how lovely he was and how much I loved him O_o. Do not ask. Then at 5:29 pm my "little boy" popped his head out the wrong way and started screaming with his hand up the side of his face -_-. They had a hard time getting his shoulders out but finally out he came and off he went to be weighed.
The midwife then kindly told me my son was the mitchelin man! And one was convinced there had to be another baby in there. After being thoroughly unimpressed I was told I had a perfectly healthy 10lbs 2 oz boy who was 21 and a half inches long.
Now he's nearly 7 months old and absoloutley ginormous and greedy. Worth every ounce of pain
wierdly enough, a psycic told me i was going to get pregnant in december and be due late august early september. two years before i got pregnant. and oddly enough, my pregnancy test ended up being 6 dollars and 66 cents. lol. i knew it be positive.
though my pregnancy wasnt bad at all, never got sick or anything, didnt get big either. i couldve been on the show i didnt know i was pregnant if i didnt take a test. well my 7th month i actually started showing. but it never got big from there.
i had to switch doctors and drive an hour away cause the doctor here kicked me out since i have this real fear of needles. i tried getting my blood drawn 3 times and it never happend. they wouldnt work on me. and he didnt understand either, his nurse said she was going to call dhs on me and take my kid away and said i was a selfish mother and cussed me out. it stressed me out to the max. so my new doctor, he understood me. i switched my last month. we never got my bloodwork done my whole pregnancy.
i was going to wait and go into labor to have her, i didnt want to be induced, but when i went to a doctors checkup too see how the babys heartrate was going on my 40th week exact, he said i was dehydrating. so the pretty anastegiologist guy came in and let me give my own shot of lidacain in my hand, which numbed my whole hand. and put my iv in and took my prenatal blood from it. got the fluids going. and not even 20 mins later my doc came in saying i was having mild contractions(which i didnt even know) and every contraction was making her heartrate jump down, so he did an emergency c-section on me. she almost flatlined till she got out. i didnt get to meet her till 2-3 hours later. she was born sept. 4th 2012. 7 pounds 10 ounces. 20 inches long. so healthy, thankfully. she had nothing wrong with her. i named her raelyn dakota mae. well thats what me and my boyfriend comprimised on. i was origanally gonna name her sabbath harlow mae :P
My pregnancy was miserible, i didnt find out i was pregnant till i was 3 months and im only 18. my boyfriend at the time left me when he was convinced by his parents that i cheated on him and that the baby wasnt his. my labor was horrible, i went into labor on thanksgiving night , i thought i had back braxton hicks pains. so at 1:30am i went to the hospital and it turns out i was 3 to 4 centimeters. then at 5 centimeters they gave me two shots of morphine. then they went to get my epi at 9:30 am black friday morning but by the time he got there i was already pushing and the doc had to give me a small tear only enough for 1 stitch but the babies head kept going back in when i stopped pushing to breath. then at 10:38am my son Zaden was out.