This is a blog about new motherhood. A major step in becoming a new mom is labor. Here is my birth story.
I didn’t start having contractions until a few days before labor. I never had Braxton Hicks. One night, the contractions became five mins apart. I called my OBGYN to let her know and see if I should go in.
She said to give it a few hours to make sure I was dilated and wouldn’t be sent back home.
My husband and I waited at home for a couple of hours before going to the hospital. Even though I had waited a couple of hours, I still wasn’t dilated enough. So it was be induced with Pitocin or go back home.
I wanted a natural labor, so I chose to go back home.
That was the best decision for me. Sleeping was hard thanks to the contractions. There’s no way I would have gotten any rest at the hospital.
The following day I labored at home until about 1 PM. I was able to be in the positions I found comfortable and could be distracted by the tv. Eventually, we had to go back to the hospital.
At the Hospital
I was Strep B positive and needed to be hooked up to an IV to receive the antibiotic. The nurses set it up right away.
I was hooked up to the IV and the monitor for checking Baby’s vital signs.
Laying in the bed caused me to have a panic attack. For some reason, the bed made me feel trapped. I had to get out of it. The OB preferred having her patients in bed but allowed me to sit on a yoga ball.
And if I wanted to take a shower, I had permission to unstrap myself from the monitor for a bit to do that.
I was not a happy camper when a few hours later when my contractions were a lot stronger, I was made to get back in the bed.
Transition labor had been going on for a bit at that point, and the nurse didn’t want to call the OB in without checking my cervix first.
My contractions were compounding so she wasn’t able to check it due to my inability to get into the position she wanted.
Then, I suddenly felt the baby pushing against my cervix and told her the baby was coming. The OB was called to come in then. I had to fight against pushing for about 20 minutes before the OB arrived.
That experience was worse than anything I had experienced up to that point and after. Pushing was a breeze compared to fighting pushing.
As soon as I knew the OB was in the room, I pushed Sara out in less than 5 minutes. I ended up with tearing everywhere (it took an hour to stitch me up) and a 2nd-degree perineal tear.
Sara was laid on top of me while I was getting stitched up. It was our skin to skin bonding time. The nurses helped her to find a nipple to latch on and start sucking.
After labor, I needed to change rooms but was unable to stand due to anemia. Some food solved that, and the nurse helped me clean off the fluids that came out with Sara and stuck to me before moving me to a new room.
We stayed in the hospital for a couple of days. By the time we left, I was able to get in and out of bed on my own. I still couldn’t do it while holding Sara. I needed a lot of help from my husband.
I was also able to walk around on my own. Staying on my feet for too long caused my stitches to hurt so it was only short walks.
It was a huge relief to be back home with our new baby. I know a lot of people are really nervous because suddenly their in charge of another life that can’t fend for itself.
While I did have that worry to some extent, the relief over being in my own space in my comfort zone was far stronger.
I’d love to hear about your birth stories whether your baby’s birth was everything you wanted it to be or a complete mess. Birth stories are important to share.
I can’t wait to read about your experiences!