Here is the short version:
Birth Day: February 15, 2014 @ 00:00:47 (yep, she didn't want to share her birthday with Valentines Day!)
Weight: 5 lbs, 1oz
Labor time: 42 hrs; Active Labor (with contractions): 27hrs
Now the long version!! Hope you are ready but really it'll go by much faster for you to read this than what I went through during 42 hours :)
At 6:30am on February 13, I woke up to my water breaking and getting up just in time not to wet the bed. Just my pyjamas and the floor between the bed and the bathroom!
I wasn't sure that was it since you just don't know what its going to feel like but once I sat on the toilet, the gushing didn't stop! I screamed to my husband as he was about to head out the door to work. I told him what was happening but since I didn't have any contractions, I sent him off to work and told him I would call if things started. Turns out after talking to my mom and mother-in-law, he should never have left. You are soooo clueless in these situations, they don't talk about this in the books or classes you take!
So, I started doing some laundry and pack our bags for the hospital, not really knowing what to do about the whole thing since I was 5 weeks early and having no contractions. Because she was so early, these bags were not packed yet. This was all planned for the long weekend that was coming up! Oh, and I had to call my boss to tell him I was done work.... my replacement only starting the week after.... I couldn't think about that now since I had a baby coming sometime soon!! Or so I thought....
|Right before we left for the hospital!|
So around 10am, my hubby came back home and we left for the hospital. I had called ahead to let them know and they were expecting us. The whole ride there, we kept saying how this is different than what we had imagined. Picture me screaming and him waiting at red lights. But, we were calm and even laughed the whole way there!
I got checked out and my water had indeed broken and they were admitting me now since I had yet to do my GBS?? test and didn't know if I was carrying this or not. This meant antibiotics every 4 hours for 48 hours or until I deliver. Still no contractions at this point but they really didn't want them to start since I was only 35 weeks & 2 days. We spent the day walking around the hospital and eating when I wasn't attached to the IV machine. At 8pm, I told my husband to go home and get some sleep. I would call him if anything changed.
|Being monitored with the NST machine|
At around 9:30pm, my contractions started but I stayed in bed and started timing them with an app I had on my phone. About 10 minutes apart for about 1 minute. As the time went by, they were getting closer and I texted my brother to see if he was still awake. No answer.
Around midnight, the nurse checked on me and saw my discomfort and called to see if they could check me to see if I had made some progress. They would not check me more than once every 4 hours due to the risk of infection so this was the 2nd time since that morning. Lo and behold, no progress at all, well I was 1 cm and that was it.
Got back to my room and there was no way I could sleep and saw my brother had texted back so we started chatting. He was trying to change my mind as the contractions got closer together. Around 2am he said I should probably call my husband. I really wanted him to get some sleep thus the reason why I had not called him yet but it was time. He was quite surprised and 30 minutes later, he was there.
|At 2h45am, I was patting my munchkin!|
So we are now February 14, Valentine's Day, and I was dead set on having this baby today :) She had other plans!!
Around 4am, the nurse came by and saw I was really hurting and the contractions were around 3 minutes apart. She called triage again and off we went. This time they kept me there since things were progressing but not as fast as they wanted. I was plugged on the NST (non stress test??) machine here so they could make sure our little munchkin was still doing well. Around 8am, the pain is getting intense and this nurse comes in and tells me I am only having cramps and this wasn't real labor. I LOST IT!! I started crying and said I couldn't do this anymore.... My husband and I could not believe she was saying that. We didn't see her again after this, I think she confused me with another patient since the triage area was packed! I did get some morphine and gravol at this point since I almost puked twice. Another very sweet nurse came in and let me go to the bathroom and gave me a facecloth to freshen up. Standing up was so much better!!
I don't think the morphine did crap to help with the pain but my husband said I get blabbing about stuff this whole time so maybe it did do something!
Around 10am, I got checked again and I was expecting to still be at 1cm but no, I was at 3cm and being admitted to Labor & Delivery. Ta-dah!!!! This place was like a dream!!! It was new, it had a big screen tv, it was all setup with a heating bed for my little munchkin and there were gigantic spotlights above the bed! Say whhhaaatttt?? I asked the nurse if they were really going to use this and she laughed. I knew they were :)
We had the sweetest nurse, named Danielle. She was also about 6-7 months pregnant and she knew what she was doing! She gave me a TENS machine that would shock me on my back when I was having a contraction therefore making the pain less obvious. Its hard to explain but it did the trick for about 2 hours! At noon, she said if I wanted the epidural, I could get it now since the anesthesiologist was making his way around. After 15 hours of contractions, I said BRING IT ON!! I was the best decision I ever made and would not do it any other way! I kept laughing as every contraction brought a gush of water and Danielle had to change my pee-pee pad every time she came to check on me!
Fun Fact: When I got the epidural, I went to the bathroom right before and on my way back I got a contraction before I was able to get back on the bed. I was standing next to the bed and water was just gushing out of me! The nurse just casually said: "Clean up on aisle 5!" She had a way to make me feel a lot better and not as self conscious about being half naked and leaking :)
I got checked at 2:15pm and was now 6cm. Progress but still not there. At 7pm, I got checked again and I was 9.5cm but I had a piece of cervix still in the way. Had to get some oxytocin and boost my epidural since this would make things go a lot faster.
Lost our sweet nurse Danielle, only to be replaced by Rebecca, who was from..... New Brunswick!! What are the chances we would have a nurse from our area!?! She was amazing and got me through the big finale :) She made me get really friendly with my epidural button and aimed to get this baby out on Valentine's Day.
|At 8:21pm! Relaxed but ready to be done!|
Finally around 11:30pm, I had the urge to push so bad that Rebecca made me try. She told me something my husband and I will never forget: "Push like you are having the biggest shit of your life!" There was no technical terms to this and I knew what she wanted me to do! We laughed about it but I got down to business! Usually this can take hours but after my first push, things were happening. She called in the doctor. The 2nd push, things got real! Did I mention we were at a teaching hospital!?! There was a team of about 15 doctors at one point! Imagine Grey's Anatomy, that's what it felt like!!
It took me 25 minutes of pushing to get this little one out and during this time, I was getting the countdown from my nurse and husband: "2 minutes until midnight, push hard if you want her to be born on Valentine's Day!" During this time, my eyes were closed and I was just concentrating on what they were telling me to do. I did open one eye at some point, only to notice the doctor was wearing Oakley glasses! I guess stuff splashes around when women deliver!?! I thought that was cool!
Well, since little Miss Sophie likes to make a grand entrance, she was born 47 seconds past midnight, therefore not sharing her birthday with Valentine's Day! She is smart, since any boy she dates will now have to get her 2 gifts!! :) But the best part was that she was doing very well considering how early she was so they let me hold her for 30 minutes before bringing her up to NICU. We did some skin to skin and she latched on right away which was a wonderful sign from my little preemie. She was perfect and we had a hard time letting her go after those 30 minutes!!
For those that are wondering, I had no tearing and I actually got up soon after and was walking around. I was feeling amazing considering the last 42 hours I had gone through without sleep! The nurse was able to find me a chicken salad sandwich and I ate that thing in a matter of seconds. Not eating for all this time was the worst part!! I did manage to get a few popsicles but wow, did I ever need food!
|Our little family!|
So, this is Sophie's Birth Story!! The whole thing doesn't stop here but I will keep that for another post!
Let me know if you have any questions!! At this point, I am open to answer anything, if it can help you get ready for your own birth or just curious :)