The birth story...

The first contractions started at 9am on my due date. They didn't really hurt, but they were coming every 30 minutes. I went on with my day (a chiropractic appointment and lunch with friends) and they got more intense. By 4pm, they started to hurt. By 8 we called our doula, Karen, and she said she would stop by to check on me at 9. From 9-1, I spent my time throwing up and labouring in the tub, on the exercise ball and in bed, the contractions coming irregularly but still getting closer together. By 1:30, they were 2-3 minutes apart and lasting anywhere from 30-60 seconds, and I heard Karen say quietly to Jay "I think we should start making our way to the hospital."

We got to the hospital by 2:30 and they checked me - only a fingertip dilated and still a lot of thinning needed to be done! I was crushed - I'd been having very hard pains (especially in my low back) for almost 12 hours and made no "real" progress.

The nurse took pity on us and asked if we wanted to stay in assessment, as my contractions were still coming regularly. I told them I wasn't going home without my baby! They put us into a birthing room to labour but didn't admit us to the hospital. (Turns out I was part of a research study: should they let women in early labour wait it out at the hospital or send them home, and how would it effect baby.)

The nurses pretty much left us alone all night - we were checked on a few times, but since we weren't admitted, they stayed away. I threw up more, walked the halls, had baths and tried sitting on the ball. My back was so sore - Jay and Karen took turns pressing on my sacrum during contractions to ease the pressure. I was terrified I was having back labour.

The next morning, the new early labour assessment nurse came in to check me and said I was only 2-3 cm dilated, and still needed to thin quite a bit. She started saying that I might be stalled and that I should go home. She pushed that I should also let them break my water and get induced.

Around 3pm, she checked me again and there was no change. She told me that if she'd been on duty the night before that she wouldn't have let us stay. (I guess she didn't know about the study.) She asked if I wanted to be admitted and start getting medications. I was exhausted at this point, but knew that despite the slow progress, I was making SOME progress, and that I wouldn't have been able to cope at home.

I asked not to be admitted, but requested a shot of Demerol to help me relax, hoping I could get some sleep. It relaxed me, but there was no sleep to be had - the contractions picked up and became very regular and I was then in active labour!

The nurse checked me around 6pm and said I was at 3 cm and that they would start the admissions procedures. Around 7, they moved us to a new room closer to the nurses station, assigned us a nurse, and started monitoring my blood pressure and the baby's heart rate every 30 minutes.

The back pains and pains shooting down my thighs had greatly intensified. I needed someone to rub my thighs and press on my back during each contraction. Around midnight, I was checked again and heard 4-5 cm, still not completely effaced. I was so discouraged! Somewhere in the middle of the night I started asking about medications - but I knew that Demerol likely wouldn't work again, that I didn't want an epidural and that the Nitrous Oxide gas could only be used for a limited time, and I wanted to save that for transition. I decided to keep going without anything. I had found a position in the rocking chair that helped control the pain, and I was really focusing on a light socket above the bed. Usually I could manage the contractions, but every 3rd or 4th one was super-intense.

Finally around 2am, I was 7 cm. YAY! I laboured for a while longer, and nearly gave up a few more times. They checked and felt bulging membranes, as my water still hadn't broken. I agreed to have them broken and we waited 30 minutes for my doctor to arrive. When they broke, it was only a small amount, but baby's head came down a bit further.

After a while, I felt strong urges to push so they checked me again - still only 7cm - NOT good! They started me on the gas to try to control the urge, and we tried different positions - walking, hands & knees, the ball - but I still badly wanted to push. A new nurse came in to let the other one have a break and she put me on the toilet so gravity could help. I fought her on this, since I was scared that my natural instinct to push would be much stronger on the toilet! She found a longer hose for the gas machine so I could sit there and suck back the gas! Worked for me - the gas made me VERY loopy!

They checked me again at nearly 6:30 am and said I was completely effaced and dilated and gave me the go ahead to start pushing! Sitting on the toilet worked! They called my doctor in. After an hour of ineffective pushes, they checked and found that I still had a lip of cervix!! They pushed against it while I contracted and pushed (PAINFUL!) and it stayed back out of the way.

I pushed for almost 2 more hours and then our son was born. He came out screaming and didn't stop for 20 minutes! His head came out with no problems, but he decided to be like superman and have his fist up next to his shoulder and I ended up with a 3rd degree tear. They had to call in an OB to determine which way to best stitch the muscles back together.

Elliot was so tired after his long journey that he didn't want to latch on to start breast feeding. It took us 5 days to find a solution to that problem, and now he nurses all the time. It's hard to believe how quickly the time is passing. We love our little "milk dud" and can't imagine life without him!

New arrival!!

We welcomed our son, Elliot Jay, on Wednesday September 20th at 9:18am. (2 days overdue.) It was a marathon labour - "officially" 41 hours, but well worth it in the end. And I did it mostly natural... No epidural for me!

He weighed in at 8 lbs 12 oz and was 20.25 inches long. We got home from the hospital on Friday and have been muddling through this parenting thing since then. We're all exhausted, but so happy to be a family. Having some breast feeding issues, but am hopeful that they will be resolved soon... we just love this little man!!!

Happy due date!

Wow, I really didn't think I'd make it all the way to the end. I was sure i'd go a bit early, but nope, here I am, still preggers... No signs that things are immediately about to happen, but things feel "different", so something must be in the works... I'm just so impatient to meet this creature!!!

Have plans to go for coffee with a bunch of friends and their babies today - maybe all those babies will encourage this one to come out and play?? Keep your fingers crossed!

39 weeks!

Holy crap, we're soon having a baby!!!!! Makes my mind spin!

September 4, 2006

Back from the hospital - false alarm!

2 nights ago I started feeling very wet, like I was sitting in water. I didn't feel a gush or a drip, so I sort of ignored it, but it was there for most of the day.

We took our sweet time going in to be checked, since I knew we had until the 24 hour mark before things got crucial. We went on with our planned day - after flying kites and going for dinner, we went to the hospital and got hooked up to the fetal heart rate monitor while they tried testing the fluid. The first test was inconclusive, so we then had to wait for a doctor to come do a swab (had to be looked at under a microscope)... all came back negative and I'm still closed up tight.

Jay stayed in the room at the end of the bed and got to watch everything. He saw my cervix! (Weird) Says it looks like a marshmallow with a divot in it.

So they sent us home after almost 2 hours. Not a bad end to our anniversary - we were hooked up to the machine listening to baby's heart beat for over 20 minutes. Our little family!

So then we came home and had some wedding cake - it's still pretty good, and Jay even liked it. YAY!!!

September 3, 2006

Wow - married for a year already! I took the top of our wedding cake out of the freezer this morning, we'll see how long it takes to thaw. (Jay didn't care for it last year, and he hopes it's inedible now!!)

Started our day by going out to breakfast at the Ardmore Tea Room, and later will go fly a kite on the Commons, before going to dinner and possibly a movie! Oh the excitement - it'll probably be the last time we get out for a while before baby's arrival. :)

September 2, 2006

Had my doctor's appointment yesterday - ok, so at my appointment last week, dr said I was 50% effaced... I've had cramping and more frequent Braxton Hicks contractions since then, and figured I'd see a bit more progress by this week... well, somehow I went backwards, as she said I was only 30% effaced yesterday.

huh???

I know it's subjective, and I'm trying to stay positive - I'm calling this no additional progress, instead of backwards progress... but still, effaced is effaced, and it means I'm that much closer!!

Otherwise, it was a good appointment. She felt baby's head again, I'm only up another pound (42 total), blood pressure was great, baby's heart rate was strong at 136 BPM, and, a big bonus, I tested negative for GBS, so I don't have to be hooked up to an IV with antibiotics while labouring!