I was pulled from work with four months of my pregnancy left for early/mild preeclampsia. I read and read about it until there really wasn’t anymore to read. It scarred me seeing all the “this could happen” situations and made my nearing due date a day of fear in my mind instead of the day of joy it’s suppose to be. I was convinced that I would of had to have had a cesarean. My due date was March 26th, and I had my beautiful baby boy on the 11th at 6 am in the morning.
Every doctors appointment, my doctor told me we just need to get through another week, this week would be better, and at my last doctors appointment my doctor said that most of my symptoms for my preeclampsia had almost gone completely away and I should be okay with my labour.
Later that week, at 6 am I went into labor, called my doctor, had a shower and got ready to go to the hospital, I had the worst back labour, it was just impossible to get comfortable but I knew it was just temporary and I could get through it.
At the hospital they told me my contractions were about 5-10 minutes apart but I was only 2 cm dilated. We stayed at the hospital for hours, walking around trying to get some rest and nothing changed. The woman in the room next door gave birth to her baby in a hour once getting there. That would have been fantastic for me, but it didn’t happen.
We went home and i kept walking, had another shower and tried to get some sleep(yeah right). At 10 pm we went back to the hospital, I was only 4 cm dilated but my contractions were basically right on top of each other. They had me positioned in the weirdest way with so many pillows to keep my baby’s heart rate from dropping, and finally at 4 am I was far enough dilated to get my epidural, which I desperately needed. The gentleman who did it was so quick, and very sweet that I didn’t feel a thing. At 5:15 there was so much pressure built up, my nurse called my doctor to come check me and I was 10 cm and my water was bulging, they had no idea how it didn’t break on its own. So my doctor decided to break my water and 45 minutes later, with jokes and tears and cries along the way, I gave birth to my beautiful 9.2 1/2 lb baby measuring at 21.5 inches long. (4.678 kg and 54.61 cm)
The day of discharge my doctor asked me if they ever told me why I was in labor for so long and I said no, and she told me it was because he facing the wrong way so he couldn’t drop down into the birth canal properly. Which explained why his face was so bruised, flat and puffy. She also told me that if he had decided to come any later that I would of had to have a cesarean because he wouldn’t of fit, and no one thought he was going to be that big, because I didn’t get that big.
I didn’t have a birth plan, I trusted my doctors and my nurses to be able to do their job to get my baby out safely, and they were the sweetest with their words of encouragement that I wouldn’t of had it any other way.
Guest Blog @ Relaxed Parenting by Monica from New York
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