My story, and that of my children, as told sporadically by me. We are a family of 14: 2 parents, 5 daughters, 5 sons, 1 daughter-in-law, 1 son-in-law. Trying to make every day count!
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Birth Story
Tuesday night we finished birthday cake around 10pm and I headed to my room to lay down. I was watching TV, totally exhausted, when around 10:30pm I had a very strong contraction, stronger than any I'd had on the preceding nights. I had one every 10 minutes for the next half hour, but they weren't all as strong as the first. Daryl came to bed at 11pm and I warned him that this might be it.
During the next half hour, they shortened to about one every 7 minutes. I completed packing my bag during this time. I now told Daryl not to fall deeply asleep, as I wanted his help. He jokingly said, "Don't worry--I'll drive you." I told him I needed his help with dealing with the contractions, so he got out of bed and made an espresso. When he came upstairs again, he witnessed a difficult contraction. After it was over, he said, "Get dressed. We're going." I called labor and delivery triage to tell them we were on our way. Our big kids were still up, as Daryl had told them around 11:30pm that we were leaving soon. It was now midnight. We arrived around 12:30am. The contractions were now about 5-6 minutes apart. Some were very painful, others were not--they varied in intensity.
After running the obligatory monitor strip, asking me the same questions over several times, etc. the head triage nurse came in to check my cervix. She said she couldn't feel any cervix, just a lip and a bulging bag of waters. I was speechless when I realized that she meant that she couldn't feel my cervix because it was TOTALLY DILATED. She went to get a doctor, saying they would probably just break my water and I'd have a baby.
They quickly moved me to a room, and the doctor (Chief Resident) came in. He wanted to know if I'd consider waiting to see if they could give me the antibiotics for Group B Strep. For the antibiotics to be effective, they have to be administered 3 hours before baby arrives, or the baby will have to have a shot. He said it was possible that my water wouldn't break on it's own for 3 hours. I told him I didn't want to wait that long and didn't see the point, since most likely the baby would have to have the shot, and then I"d have taken the antibiotics (and continued laboring really hard) for nothing.
The Chief Resident went and got the Attending, who had the same discussion with Daryl and I. The doctors left the room briefly so we could think about it and dh and I were confused by how hard they were pushing this idea. At that point, the nurse, who was wonderful, told us, "Just tell them what you want to do." When they returned, we said that we wanted to break my water and have the baby. I also declined an IV but agreed to a heplock inserted in my hand in case of emergency, which doctors said was not negotiable due to the risk of heavy bleeding associated with having had so many babies.
Next the pediatrician came in, and we had the SAME discussion about antibiotics with her! I was now contracting every 3-4 minutes, and they were more intense. Finally, after convincing them all that we were SURE we didn't want to start the antibiotics, the Attending, who was a woman with a very warm and friendly midwife-like approach, checked me. She said that while I was fully dilated, the baby was too high to break my water without risking cord prolapse. She said that was an option if we were willing to risk it, but that the other 2 options were: continue laboring and wait for my water to break on it's own or she could poke a tiny hole in the amniotic sac with a needle, wait for some water to drain, and then fully rupture the membranes.
I chose the latter option. What she didn't tell me was that I had to stay laying down while she kept her hand inside, massaging the sac to drain the fluid. I did NOT appreciate this during contractions. After a few contractions, she felt it was safe to rupture the sac, but had some trouble getting it to break. When it did, there was a thick meconium. She had warned me that my cervix might recede to about 8cm after my water broke, as the bag was holding it open. This did happen. I had done some pushing during the draining of the fluid and after, but it wasn't very effective.
At this point she said I could do whatever I wanted, so I stood up. I knew instinctively that I needed gravity to bring the baby down and redilate the rest of the way. Standing up made the monitor lose the baby's signal, so they insisted I either lay back down, or allow a fetal scalp monitor. I allowed them to place the fetal scalp monitor. After another contraction, they checked me again and said I was 8-9cm, but so stretchy I could push any time I wanted. I still didn't feel the urge, so I kept standing. Halfway through the next contraction, I felt the urge to bear down really strong. I jumped back onto the bed and said "I need to push NOW." The staff scurried to break down the bed and call pediatrics (due to the meconium). I pushed through the rest of that contraction, and during the next one his head emerged. They encouraged me to continue pushing and another contraction began, but his shoulders were stuck. This happened so quickly that I was unaware of it, but suddenly the bed was flat (I had been pushing in a semi-upright position) and the nurse was pushing on my belly and there was a commotion around the baby. I said "What's going on?" but everyone just told me to push, so I did, and the Attending reached in and rotated his shoulder, and out he slid. He was only stuck for a matter of seconds.
They whisked him away to suction him. He was fine, and we were relieved. Meanwhile, I had a small gush of blood after he was born. This alarmed the doctors, who ordered pitocin and began attempting to free the placenta. Up to this point, until the baby was out, I had not shed a single drop of blood--no bloody show or other bleeding during labor, which was unusual for me. Although they told me that it normally takes 20-30 minutes for the placenta to emerge, they kept pulling at it and massaging my uterus. After 10-15 minutes, they handed me Mateo and I put him to the breast. He latched right on like a pro. I immediately felt cramping, and said to the nurse that it was either his nursing or the pitocin kicking in. She said it was definitely the nursing, since she was just getting the pitocin started. I did not hemorrhage or even bleed heavily despite the doctors' worries. Soon the placenta emerged, the doctors all left, and Daryl and I were alone with Mateo and the nurse.
He was born at 2:11am. Around 4:30am Daryl headed home. He had called home soon after Mateo arrived and told our oldest daughter the news.
The shoulder dystocia, which seemed like a big at the time, in retrospect does not, although the Attending told us that it was "a true obstetrical emergency". Looking back on other births, I can certainly remember the midwife reaching in and easing the shoulders out, especially with my biggest babies, but just being more low key about it.
If we hadn't spent all that time discussing whether or not to have antibiotics, Mateo probably would have arrived much sooner. I am truly glad that my water didn't break in the car, since there would have been a good chance that we wouldn't make it to the hospital. I would love to know how dilated I was when labor began that evening, since the number of truly hard contractions I had was probably 10-12 at most.
I had to stay 36 hours due to GBS, but the pediatrician released us after only 33 so I went home at 11am in time for Thanksgiving dinner!
And yes, now we have birthdays on Nov. 19, 20 and 21!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Family room
This is the family room. The main entrance is immediately to the left, at the end of the slate walkway. This room is a new addition.
Dining area looking toward fireplace
Now I am standing on the slate near the buffet. The fireplace was modified to have a window. In the future it will be fit with gas jets. For now, we can still burn wood in it (we need to put the giant grate back in front of the window).
Dining area looking toward kitchen
Now I am standing on the slate, looking at the kitchen. You can see the stone wall in the background and the backside of the bar.
Dining room looking toward buffet and family room
Formerly our house consisted of a part built in 1862 and an addition built on in the 1970s. During this renovation, we gave the 1862 house a facelift, gutted and mostly redid the 1970s part, and added another addition. From this vantage point in the dining area, you can see the slate walkway between the dining area and family room. This is the 1970s portion of the house and it previously ended at the slate. There was a window there, looking out at our nonfunctional pool. This room had the large beams you see going across, but they were embedded in a drywall ceiling, so the room was very dark. Above this room was an unfinished attic. We removed the ceiling, leaving the beams, and added a wood ceiling with skylights. Now the room is light and bright!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Halloween 2007
Here they are: Burger King, a Deviless, a wacky lady, Santa, and the fairy princess. L. had already left and is not in the photo, but he was a party animal, which consisted of a monkey mask wearing a hat that said party animal. He trick or treated with a friend whose older brother drove them around in a golf cart, resulting in WAY too much candy being acquired.
The 3 girls walked around together, and Daryl and I took the 2 little ones around riding in their wagon. A's fairy princess dress was a tad too long, so she had to be helped up the steps to every porch so she wouldn't fall. The Santa costume, chosen by K., and which I thought would be hard to find in a small size but I luckily stumbled on one at Babies R Us, turned out to be the biggest hit. People thought it was hilarious and very original.
Despite having my membranes stripped that afternoon and doing a lot of walking, the evening only resulted in too much candy, no baby.
Last Friday, 9 days after Halloween, I tossed all remaining candy due to sugar poisoning. I tired of the crying over wanting more candy, and complete meltdowns over wanting candy for breakfast. I honestly think that the more they ate the worse they behaved. Even J., 13, said some nasty things about how mean I am for throwing it out. Today, after several days of detox, they seem to be back to their sweet selves.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
38 week bellly with henna tattoo
I had this done last Sunday. The big flower represents me, with 7 vines for my 7 children, and the little flower at the bottom is the baby.
I also asked the priest to bless my baby on the way out of church, which he did, and it is amazing how much calmer I feel, and less obsessed with when I will give birth.
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- Paula
- SE Michigan, United States
- Mother to 10 fabulous kids, ages 9 to 27 years! Mother-in-law to 2 more awesome young adults! Married for 32 years to my best friend.
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