karmamama
06-20-2008, 08:58 AM
Rain Mariposa
June 5, 2008 6:25pm
7lbs 6 oz, 20 3/4 inches
I had irregular contractions starting at 4am, they were anywhere from 8min apart to an hour or more. They were definitely uncomfortable, but since they had no real pattern I didn't think much of it. I didn't say anything to anyone so my mom went to work (she was set to watch the older girls) and my husband went to go have an MRI on his shoulder. Baby must have known what was up, because she waited until dh got home to get things rolling :giggle: He walked in the door, out of it and hurting a lot from them putting his arm in bad positions for the MRI, and barely sat down on the couch when I had a contraction. I was at the computer doing homework but had to stand up to deal with it. I was about to sit down when my water broke...and not just a little trickle either, it gushed. I told him to get me some towels and he comes back with one hand towel from the bathroom :headscratch: which made me laugh. That just made me gush more, which made me laugh more, and it was a vicious cycle :giggle:
Dh panicked and called the midwife even though I told him not to. I didn't go the GBS and I didn't want to be on the clock as far as my water having broken. I told the mw I wasn't going to go to the hospital right away because my contractions were so irregular and completely tolerable. She agreed and I made it upstairs to clean up. While there, I was sitting on the toilet and had a flashback to my birth with #2 -- I had gotten stuck on the toilet with her after the mw broke my water because the contractions came so hard and so close that I couldn't walk. So I conceded to my dh and let him call the midwife back to tell her we were going to go in. What is usually a ten minute drive took 45 because it was pouring rain during rush hour through construction :banghead: By the time we got to the hospital, I was soaked (as was the car seat:yuck: ) because I had (incorrectly) figured that not much more could come out of me and had only put on a pad to catch any more dribbles. Dh making fun of me and making me laugh didn't help.
We got to the hospital around 5pm, and I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up again. It was 6pm before I made my way out because the contractions were making me feel like I had to poop so I was feeling most comfortable on the toilet. My mw first checked me at about 10 after 6, and told me I was only 3-4 cm. I promptly got depressed thinking that there was no way I could do this w/o meds. I was soooo tired from being up so early and the contractions were now coming right on top of each other. About ten minutes later I had this overwhelming urge to push, which I knew was wrong becasue there was no way my cervix was ready, but I couldn't stop what my body was doing. The mw checked me again and I was 8-9cm. At this point I was screaming for some kind of relief, I completely panicked thinking how fast it was going. Even knowing my cervix wasn't ready, I couldn't stop the pushing. My mw checked me yet again, said I was 9 with a bit of a lip but that she thought she could get it out of the way with my next contraction.
I was screaming at her to get her f'ing hand out of me :blush: so I could get the baby out. Not my finest hour, but I'd basically had someone's hand up my vagina for the better part of twenty minutes and it was distracting. I tried to roll to my left side, but only got as far as being on my hands and knees. Poor dh was trying to help how he could, but I was beyond anything he could offer. I remember telling dh I thought I was probably going to die, she was going to rip me open from top to bottom and I was going to bleed to death. She came in two pushes, and the relief was immediate, but it didn't occur to me to turn around and look at her right away, I just collapsed on the bed. The mw told me to flip over, and I couldn't imagine why.
When I saw her, she completely took my breath away. This was a very unplanned pg and a lot of stressful things have occurred in the past year so in a lot of ways I was disconnected from the whole experience. It was almost like until then, it hadn't really occurred to me that I was going to have another baby...I was kind of shocked and completely in awe. I told dh "I forgot there was going to be a person when I was done."
She was a pound smaller than my other girls, which was a surprise, and she managed her escape without doing me any damage -- no tears or anything. My pelvis separated and my tailbone was bruised, but I think that had more to do with my position than her. She's the only one of my girls who came out facing the "right" way.
She's a sweet little girl who for some reason is better able to manage my massive milk supply better than her sisters ever could. She sleeps amazingly at night and is so tolerant of all the loving she gets from her sisters. At her 1wk visit, she was already up to 8lbs 3oz. We're so blessed to have her with us :wub:
two days old
http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e141/zuleicamoon/Rainpictures087.jpg
Paisley with Rain
http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e141/zuleicamoon/Rainpictures086.jpg
1 wk old
http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e141/zuleicamoon/Rainpictures101.jpg
June 5, 2008 6:25pm
7lbs 6 oz, 20 3/4 inches
I had irregular contractions starting at 4am, they were anywhere from 8min apart to an hour or more. They were definitely uncomfortable, but since they had no real pattern I didn't think much of it. I didn't say anything to anyone so my mom went to work (she was set to watch the older girls) and my husband went to go have an MRI on his shoulder. Baby must have known what was up, because she waited until dh got home to get things rolling :giggle: He walked in the door, out of it and hurting a lot from them putting his arm in bad positions for the MRI, and barely sat down on the couch when I had a contraction. I was at the computer doing homework but had to stand up to deal with it. I was about to sit down when my water broke...and not just a little trickle either, it gushed. I told him to get me some towels and he comes back with one hand towel from the bathroom :headscratch: which made me laugh. That just made me gush more, which made me laugh more, and it was a vicious cycle :giggle:
Dh panicked and called the midwife even though I told him not to. I didn't go the GBS and I didn't want to be on the clock as far as my water having broken. I told the mw I wasn't going to go to the hospital right away because my contractions were so irregular and completely tolerable. She agreed and I made it upstairs to clean up. While there, I was sitting on the toilet and had a flashback to my birth with #2 -- I had gotten stuck on the toilet with her after the mw broke my water because the contractions came so hard and so close that I couldn't walk. So I conceded to my dh and let him call the midwife back to tell her we were going to go in. What is usually a ten minute drive took 45 because it was pouring rain during rush hour through construction :banghead: By the time we got to the hospital, I was soaked (as was the car seat:yuck: ) because I had (incorrectly) figured that not much more could come out of me and had only put on a pad to catch any more dribbles. Dh making fun of me and making me laugh didn't help.
We got to the hospital around 5pm, and I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up again. It was 6pm before I made my way out because the contractions were making me feel like I had to poop so I was feeling most comfortable on the toilet. My mw first checked me at about 10 after 6, and told me I was only 3-4 cm. I promptly got depressed thinking that there was no way I could do this w/o meds. I was soooo tired from being up so early and the contractions were now coming right on top of each other. About ten minutes later I had this overwhelming urge to push, which I knew was wrong becasue there was no way my cervix was ready, but I couldn't stop what my body was doing. The mw checked me again and I was 8-9cm. At this point I was screaming for some kind of relief, I completely panicked thinking how fast it was going. Even knowing my cervix wasn't ready, I couldn't stop the pushing. My mw checked me yet again, said I was 9 with a bit of a lip but that she thought she could get it out of the way with my next contraction.
I was screaming at her to get her f'ing hand out of me :blush: so I could get the baby out. Not my finest hour, but I'd basically had someone's hand up my vagina for the better part of twenty minutes and it was distracting. I tried to roll to my left side, but only got as far as being on my hands and knees. Poor dh was trying to help how he could, but I was beyond anything he could offer. I remember telling dh I thought I was probably going to die, she was going to rip me open from top to bottom and I was going to bleed to death. She came in two pushes, and the relief was immediate, but it didn't occur to me to turn around and look at her right away, I just collapsed on the bed. The mw told me to flip over, and I couldn't imagine why.
When I saw her, she completely took my breath away. This was a very unplanned pg and a lot of stressful things have occurred in the past year so in a lot of ways I was disconnected from the whole experience. It was almost like until then, it hadn't really occurred to me that I was going to have another baby...I was kind of shocked and completely in awe. I told dh "I forgot there was going to be a person when I was done."
She was a pound smaller than my other girls, which was a surprise, and she managed her escape without doing me any damage -- no tears or anything. My pelvis separated and my tailbone was bruised, but I think that had more to do with my position than her. She's the only one of my girls who came out facing the "right" way.
She's a sweet little girl who for some reason is better able to manage my massive milk supply better than her sisters ever could. She sleeps amazingly at night and is so tolerant of all the loving she gets from her sisters. At her 1wk visit, she was already up to 8lbs 3oz. We're so blessed to have her with us :wub:
two days old
http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e141/zuleicamoon/Rainpictures087.jpg
Paisley with Rain
http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e141/zuleicamoon/Rainpictures086.jpg
1 wk old
http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e141/zuleicamoon/Rainpictures101.jpg
