|Posted by christina.baker on December 17, 2014 at 11:35 AM|
Since I wrote Violet's BIrth Story I thought I would also write Lilly's story!
It was just a usual morning for me, and was getting ready to go to work. By this time it was just before 8 am on January 19th 2012. As I was putting on my work pants, I noticed fluid trickling down my leg. I knew immediately that it was my water breaking. I called my husband in the excitement telling him that it was “baby time” this lead to him racing down the stairs of the high rise he was working on and speeding to our home (even though I had told him not to rush since contractions had not started). I called work and said I obviously wouldn’t be coming in today.
Once my husband arrived home we got our bags ready with excitement and headed to the hospital since I was GBS positive it was the protocol. When we got there, we were admitted with weary looks because I was not having any contractions so the hospital staff probably thought I would be wasting their time. They brought me into one of the divided rooms and they did a swab with a test strip to see if it was actually my water breaking. The test came back negative! After a lecture about discharge becoming heavier in the third trimester and asking if it was possibly just me peeing myself we were sent home- so we decided to go out for lunch with my Mom and step Dad. Unfortunately I spent most of my lunch hovering over the toilet because I had a slow leak in my bag of water (I knew deep down that it was ACTUALLY my water that had been leaking). My husband and I went home and we relaxed the rest of the day. By the evening since I was still leaking we decided to go back to the hospital. When we got there we went through the same routine of being admitted and then having the test strip done and it WAS NEGATIVE AGAIN! We were so frustrated by this time that we asked for a doctor to take a look since the nurses were not believing me about the slow leak… We waited and waited and eventually the OB came in with an ultrasound machine and had a look to see what was really going on. He could see that there was still fluid around the baby, so he decided to take a peek inside. When he looked he burst out saying, “There is fluid cascading out of your cervix!” FINALLY we got the truth! It WAS my water that had broken and had been leaking all day. The doctor decided to use the test strip again and after it came back negative (again) they came to the conclusion that the box of testers was FAULTY! So as it turns out I did know my body, and we were admitted to be induced that evening since contractions had still not started and it was almost 7 pm.
We got settled in our room, with the terrible hospital gown and everything. I was immediately hooked up to IV fluids and antibiotics because of the GBS positive result and told to wait for staff so that I can be induced. We waited… and waited… and every few hours the hospital staff would come in and tell me that we had to wait a little longer. Since I couldn’t sleep from excitement and from being in a strange place it was a very long night. Finally at around 8 am the following day we were ready to be induced! So I was all hooked up to the monitors and the tubes everywhere and again, we waited and waited. We did a lot of walking around the halls while sipping gingerale since I was not allowed to eat while in the hospital (and it had been since lunch the day before so I was hungry!). we also sat on the birth ball… I was feeling fine other than really bloated from all the fluids- then all of a sudden around 2 pm contractions started, and they REALLY started! I couldn’t walk or move since the contraction was constant so I asked for the epidural. About an hour later I had the help of my nurse to sit long enough to have the epidural… The first time it was done they tried the ice test and discovered that only half of my body was numb. So again my nurse helped me sit still and the second time seemed to have worked according to the ice test. Unfortunately the epidural caused Lilly’s heart rate to drop and I had oxygen placed on my face, and was forced to roll over side to side. This was also the same time that Erik and my Mom were allowed back into the room and they were welcomed by extra staff rushing into the room, warning bells ringing on all of the machines and me hooked up to oxygen and helped to roll side to side. The look of fear on both of their faces caused me to cry, but thankfully the heart rate returned within normal range and I could relax and have a little rest- so the lights were turned down and I closed my eyes...
I awoke to a feeling of pressure that was inescapable regardless of any position I could squirm into while under the influence of the epidural. Erik and my Mom had just left to grab some coffee while the nurse checked me. She was surprised that I was around 9 cm open! I called Erik and my Mom to come back right away since it the fun would be starting soon. The first thing my Mom said was “whoa, that’s a lot of blood!” and as soon as they came back I was ready to push so we gave it a try. I listened to the nurse when she said take a big breath and push down. I gave a big push then asked how many more times I would have to do that since it was a lot of work! The nurse replied that it can be anywhere from 1-3 hours! I couldn’t believe it! In the movies it only takes 1 or 2 pushes and the baby is out! So it was quite the shock for me! This made me determined to push harder. With the next few pushes the nurse called the doctor and said that they would need her soon but no rush- then with the next push the nurse had to call the doctor back to say that she needed to get here NOW! Once her head was emerged I was told to only do little pushes which was next to impossible because I knew it was almost over… I was also told that they could see lots of dark hair, I couldn’t believe this because I thought that I would have a small bald baby since I didn’t have hair for the first year of my life! I had to look at my mom and ask if the staff were serious because I couldn’t believe it! Finally with the next push she was out. It felt amazing to finally have her out! We didn’t hear any crying right away so she was wisked away to the warmer to have some tests done. Erik was able to watch everything being done and even got a little woozy when the placenta was coming out. Unfortunately in my case it was torn (probably from the doctor pulling on the cord to hurry things along) so this made Erik quite dizzy. My Mom saw this and told him to watch Lilly. Finally Lilly was placed on my chest while I had a few stitches done. She looked directly into my eyes and held my hand and from that moment on I felt unconditional love for the little bundle in my arms.