Oh, wow! I apologize for waiting so long for a labor and delivery blog, but if you follow me on FB, you'd understand and know it's been a whirlwind since I graduated college.
So, I graduated college on May 20th 2013. I felt great, I felt fine, I was 33w6 days when I graduated. On May 21st, I had a dr appointment and had her do the group B strep test and check me because I was having a ton of pressure and I'm just preparing myself for another 36 weeker. In my heart of hearts, I knew I'd be having another preterm baby.
Everything checked out fine at the appointment, his head was basically locked in position and REALLY low, but no dilation or effacement.
May 22nd and 23rd I had to be on campus for a 2 week class, but only had to be on campus those 2 days. The rest of the 2 weeks was online. The instructor jokinly asked if she's going to have to worry about delivering a baby during these 2 days because I had to get up from my seat every 45 minutes to walk around to keep from getting too stiff & sore. I said "Maybe!" just joking back.
On May 24th, I woke up with even MORE pressure in my lady bits. My hips and pelvis hurt so so so bad, and everything below the belt was swollen and tender and I couldn't find any comfortable position to save my life. I was in high anxiety mode, because I was in high nesting mode. My dad asked me to watch my baby sister, and I was annoyed by it, but I said "fine whatever, but I need to use your computer and I'll be doing laundry at your place." I had 4 loads of hand-me-down baby clothes to finish doing and all of the baby stuff would be done.
So I started the laundry and found my sister's play mat and got her comfortable, then headed to the computer. I was in a PANIC that these assignments NEEDED to get done TODAY! They weren't due for 2 weeks, but I was Hell bound and determined to finish them all that day. I had my worksheet assignments to type up & email as well as read chapters, do discussions, and reply to people. Thank God others worked ahead and did all the discussions so I replied to everybody's post that day as well. I got ALL of it done except for the final assignment, which I was going to do at home that night on my own computer, because my sister needed my attention for the rest of the time I was there. At least I got all but 1 assignment done.
I felt bad for my sister because I couldn't play with her like I usually do or how she wanted me to, because I was sooo uncomfortable and no matter how I held her, it didn't feel right to me and she didn't like it and I couldn't sit with her for too long, nor stand with her for too long. We were both frustrated!
Also that afternoon I was losing parts of my mucous plug and at one point they were tinged with a little blood, but not much.
Finally my step-mom came home from work, I let her know that my dad and Eric went fishing, and I was going to go home and finish nesting then go to bed so I can relax the next day & then pack up the hospital bags and all that to have ready for little man. She asked if she wanted me to have her watch Logan and Cameron for the night so I can get my stuff done, but I said thanks, but they can come home with me.
So I go home, make supper, send the boys to their room with a movie, and before I start doing everything I planned on doing, I went to my bed. I had to lay down to get the pressure off of me and to give my poor achy body a break. I was going to give myself 10 minutes. So I set my alarm for 10 minutes and just rested my eyes and sunk into my bed.
It's 8:30 pm.
I was trying so hard to relax my mind, but I still felt on edge, and I can honestly say that all day I had in the farthest corner of my mind that I was going to have the baby and SOON. Sooner than 36 weeks. And as I was laying there the thought just would not go away enough for me to doze off for just 10 minutes. A few minutes into laying down I heard the faintest littlest pop. And I knew what happened, but I ignored it. This is what happened with Cameron, but I didn't feel the gush of water yet, so I stayed laying still in my bed trying to ignore it. If I ignored it, it didn't happen. That was my thought right then and there. Shortly after, then I felt the trickle, and I got up off my bed and the water GUSHED out. Time stood still and I started shaking because I was scared. I'm only 34 weeks 3 days! He can't come out yet! I know he'll do fine, but that doesn't mean he should come out now!
I yelled for my older boys after I calmed as much as I could, because I didn't want my panic to panic them, and asked them to get me some towels. Logan asked why, and I said I needed some for a shower. He looked at me confused because the towels were in the closet just right around the corner of my bedroom. I can do it myself. So he kept asking questions, and I knew he knew something was wrong. So I said to just get me some towels, and let me call daddy, and I'll tell you what's up.
So I call my husband and I'm irritated and freaking out because he's fishing. The spots he goes fishing at...there's no service! He wasn't answering his phone, and it took awhile to get through to my dad's phone, but it finally went through and I borderlined yelled at my dad to give Eric the phone no questions asked! When Eric answered, I said "Get home NOW, my water just broke!" There was silence, then a quiet "oh shit." And I said, "Yea..I'm calling the hospital. It's just like Cameron. My water broke, no contractions." And hung up.
I called my mom, and asked "You have your bags packed and in your vehicle for baby time, right?" And my mom said she did. I asked "You ready for another 5 hour trip, even though you just got home yesterday(from staying with us when I graduated)." And she asked "what's wrong." I started laughing hysterically and told her my water broke. She told me I need to calm down and she asked her questions and said she's on her way.
Then I called the hospital and before they asked their necessary questions I said "I'm in a panic right now, we don't even have bags packed, and I already know all the questions you need to ask, so I'm just going to ramble them off so I can hurry up and get things packed and be on our way." Then rambled off everything. "My water broke, I'm 34 weeks 3 days, my due date is July 2nd, I'm in no pain, there's no blood or meconium, I have no contractions, I'm not sure if I'm positive for group b strep, but the test was just done on Tuesday and as of Tuesday I wasn't dilated or effaced, but baby is super low, we live just a few minutes away from the hospital so we can get there quickly, I have no fever, I'm not throwing up, nothing is out of the ordinary except my water broke at 34 weeks without any reason or labor. My 2nd child was the exact same way and that is in my record. And yes, I know without a doubt it is my water because I heard it and it gushed out like a waterfall, and 10 minutes later it hasn't slowed down a bit, and I've soaked 2 of my towels and now I'm stuck on the toilet because so much fluid is coming out."
She asked how long it will take for me to get there, but I couldn't say how long because I was still waiting on Eric to get home, and to pack for us. I just hung up with the hospital and Eric burst in the bathroom and asked if I was contracting yet, and I said no, then told him to have dad take the boys and let him know I will call him when it gets closer to baby time. So he got the boys ready, got me dry clothes and a maxi pad(which got soaked in no time), got our bags packed, pulled up the car, and off we went.
We got to the hospital, and I have my own towel in between my legs because my clothes are soaked through with a maxi pad again and I'm still gushing. I was told at one growth scan that I have above average fluid, but it wasn't a concern....I wonder how much above average cuz this was ridiculous! We get up to the birthing floor and I walk up, the charge nurse takes one look at me, smiles, and says "Nikki, I take it?" I said, "Yup! I need to get out of these clothes!" And another nurse said "follow me" and brought us to our room. She seen the trail of fluid that I was leaving behind and she said "Oh, yea...you've ruptured...no question about that." I asked if they still have to test it and she said it's mandatory they do that if you come in with leaking fluid before actual labor.
So she helps me get settled in, hooked up to the monitors, and the dr on call comes in. She checks me and I'm only half a centimeter dilated and while she checks me, fluid comes gushing out, and she said "Yea...that's definitely amniotic fluid. I'm not even going to test it." Lol. The monitors are showing no contractions. Baby is doing great. She seen in my records about Cameron's labor that my water broke, not a single contraction for over 7 hours, and I needed the Pit. So she walked me through that, and I said "I know the process, doc, but what about Ethan? Do I need steroid shots? Is he going to be ok? Will he have to be in the NICU?" She said I won't need steroid shots. They don't do them after 33 weeks. She also said if it were 4 days earlier, they would try and keep him in somehow, but since I'm just past 34 weeks, they'll let him come. NICU will be in the room right away and they will be the ones to assess him and do their thing. If he is breathing ok and doing ok, they will let me hold him for a little bit right after they do their immediate assessment then he will be off to NICU after I hold him, and nobody else can hold him until they do their total assessment right in the NICU. At 34 weeks, even if he came out perfect and wouldn't need any help in anything, he still would be spending at least a few days in the NICU just to have that extra care and precaution on him, since he is early.
Even though I was expecting a NICU baby, hearing all this stuff and waiting to talk to the actual NICU dr, broke my heart. WHY am I having another preterm baby? And one where he'll actually have to be in the NICU? WHY can't I keep them in longer?? I don't understand why my body likes to evict my babies too soon?
So we waited and waited and not a single contraction. My mom and step-dad showed up at around 2 am. At 4am the dr checked me, thinking maybe something is happening but not registering? I wasn't feeling anything, but that doesn't mean nothing was happening. She checked me and I'm not 1/2 cm dilated anymore, but I'm not at a 1 either. Really?!! Why does my body do this?!!
So at 4:30 I got the Pit. I told them, along with my mom, that I don't need much. It's like my body gets a taste of the Pit and goes "Oh Yea! I need to labor!" And things go fast after that. They left it on, I'm not sure if it was mandatory, but I told them, just get a little bit in my system then turn it off. But they left it on. It was the lowest does, but it was still on. FIVE minutes after I got the Pit going, I felt contractions and things started getting intense FAST! My husband was so amazing through it all. Him and my mom were a team! The contractions weren't registering at all on the monitor, so Eric would time them on his phone and my mom would write them down. Not too long after the Pit, I told them to get the epidural guy up here because I need to sleep. I've been up for over 24 hours already and it's only the beginning of labor and I'm done.
I had an epidural with my other 2, and knew I'd want one this time around, so it wasn't like I was trying naturally. I love my epidurals.
So they call him to come up, FINALLY stop the Pit and do a saline flush to get ready for the epidural. I was at a 4 by this time. I was getting irritated and telling them to hurry up because it hurt SO bad and I was wanted to throw up, I couldn't breathe through them anymore, they weren't regular, and I was exhausted! I went from tolerating them to not being able to in less than 10 minutes. I was tolerating them when I was at a 4, and in 10 minutes I couldn't do it anymore. At that point Eric hopped into bed with me and cuddled me, rubbed me, kissed me, did every loving thing he could think of to try and help me while my mom was my doula. They finished the flush, which took FOREVER, checked me one more time just to make sure I wasn't too far dilated, and I was at a 7. He said we can give it a shot and my epi guy started his scrub on my back and I said "NOPE! Stop! I need to push!!" My nurse said "Sweetie, we just checked you 2 minutes ago." I said "I don't care, the baby is coming out!" And my mom and Eric helped me lay down to get checked and sure enough, I'm fully dilated and baby's head is RIGHT THERE.
OMG, I'm going to deliver naturally! My 1st natural delivery! NOT what I planned!!
They called the dr in and NICU and my room was swarmed with so many hospital personnel in less than 5 mintues. I wasn't scared or stressed at all, I just wanted to push this baby out! 2 pushes and Ethan was born. He was crying right away and breathing on his own. Eric didn't cut the cord, he couldn't. The dr did and handed Ethan to NICU right away. His apgars were 8 & 9 and they said I could hold him before he went to NICU.
My heart....I thought it was as full of love as it could be for him. I loved him SOOO much already, I didn't think that once I seen his face even more love would flood in. But it did. It flooded so much it hurt. It was a good hurt. I couldn't believe the overwhelming amount of love I had coming in when I though I was at my full capacity for it!
He was sucking in his lips when he was born and it looks like he was doing a fishy face or duck lips and we had to joke about that. I kissed him up and kept telling him "I love you" over and over and over until NICU said they needed to take him. I made Eric go with and I cried and cried while my placenta was delivered. The dr was telling me that they had to send out my placenta to get looked at and tested to see if there was anything wrong that made me deliver early. It's mandatory for all moms that deliver before 35 weeks.
After I settled down a little bit, I asked "Ok...how many hours was that one? Logan was 16, Cameron was 5, I want to say that was about 5 or more?" The nurse said "Oh, hunny, no. From the time I started your Pit to the time he was born at 5:55am, that was 1 hour 25 minutes." WHAT?!! That felt like FOREVER!!! I swear to GOD it felt like a lifetime! Then I said "Omg, I don't see why any woman would want to do that willingly! It sucked SO bad!" (I'm not meaning any offense to anybody by that. It just was not my cup of tea! Kudos to the natural mommas!)
I didn't tear and had minimal blood loss. It was a perfect labor and delivery, with the exception of being 6 weeks early and needing the Pit since my body doesn't know how to start labor after my water breaks. I can honestly say I am happy with my labor and delivery experience with Ethan. Doesn't mean that I like natural labor...nope. Lol. A lot of people don't like the hospital experience and I'm glad and lucky to say that all 3 times I've been extremely happy with mine.
So...after a 2 month blog hiatus, I'm happy and proud to announce that Ethan James was born on May 25th 2013 at 5:55am, 6 weeks early. Weighing 6lbs 5oz and 20 inches long.
The growth scans were spot on. He was a big boy starting at 20 weeks and just kept getting bigger! Most 34 weekers are around 4lbs! Mine's a brut! ;)
Now that I'm back in the blogging world, expect an influx of blog posts of our NICU experience, bringing Ethan home, my post partum update, a moving blog, and more!
Until then, here are the pictures of Ethan when he was born!