Kerri presents Dylan's Birth Story
Well, here it goes.......
I was due on October 15th.
When he still hadnt come the week before,
the Dr. decided to induce me Sunday morning,
October 17th. Well he told us to check into the
hospital Saturday night and they would give me
some medicine to soften my cervix. At this point I
had been 50% effaced for 2 weeks with no dilation
at all and the baby was not engaged at all
(they said he was in the heavens).
So anyways, dh and I decided to do a bunch of last
minute preparations on Saturday during the day.
We were on the move the whole day, because we figured
I get some medicine on my cervix and sit around and watch
tv in the hospital room and get a good nights sleep
for the labor the following day.
Boy were we wrong!
When I got there, the first thing they did was hook me up
to a baby heart monitor, a contraction monitor,
and give me a heparin block (an IV in the arm for
when they needed it). I was having contractions
that werent painful, but big enough that they couldnt
give me the oral medicine so they gave me the prostaglandin
gel. This was after they decided that since
I was having contractions already anyways why
not just try to get things going with
a balloon inserted into my cervix.
They insert the balloon, blow it up to 3 cm
and it presses down on your cervix from the inside
like baby's head would. So by 7:00 p.m.
I was hooked up to all these machines,
and had rubber hoses coming
out of my vagina (hooked to the balloon) and the gel.
As soon as the balloon was in, I started having
very painful contractions. They came about
every 3 - 4 minutes. Dh was helping me with
my breathing from Lamaze, but he was dead tired too
and wanted to get some sleep for the next day.
At 11:25, I felt a huge pop and a big gush between
my legs. I thought the balloon may have popped
(it was filled with water) so I called the nurse (about
the 8th different one I had that night).
Well, it wasnt the balloon, it was my water.
Since I had Group B Strep I knew theyd have to
start the penicillin drip now that my water had
broken. Thank God this nurse was nice and
inserted a new IV for me. The first IV had
been put in wrong and was causing me real pain
in my arm (for about 5 hours now). She started
the penicillin and warned me that it would burn
going in and it did. I had to get this penicillin
refreshed every 4 hours until delivery.
Boy the contractions were really strong now.
I was using my breathing and dh was
applying pressure to my back.
This went on all night.
Contractions every 3 minutes.
I was in misery, everytime I would
need to go to the bathroom, dh would help
unhook me from the machines and I would
limp to the bathroom wheeling my IV stand,
2 monitors strapped around me,
and rubber hoses dangling between my legs
and use the toilet all the while having
these terrible contractions.
Then we'd get back to the bed, he'd hook me
back up and a nurse would come in to see
why I was unhooked. Duh, you are infusing
me with a continuous flow of liquid
and you wonder why I might have to use the bathroom.
And worse, with my water continuously running from me,
my dh would have to keep changing these waterproof pads
that were on the bed. They were pretty much soaked all night,
as were my sheets, and the pillows between my knees.
God it feels awful to lay in a wet bed.
The Dr. would check me every few hours and
we would think all these contractions had to
be doing something. Then, we would be devastated
to hear I had made absolutely no progress.
The contractions slowed down some and dh and I
mananged to get some catnaps between 5 and 7 a.m.
At 7:00 a.m., 12 hours into this ordeal, they started the
pitocin drip. The contractions worsened
and just went on all day.
No progress, no progress!
Finally at 4:00 p.m. Sunday, I could take it no more.
I had been in labor for 21 hours and
wasnt progressing past 3 cm.
I started bawling and said I had to have the
epidural and that I couldnt take it any longer.
We thought maybe the epidural would relax me
enough that maybe I would open up,
if not I would need the epi anyways for a
c-section. I got it within 20 minutes.
Within 5 minutes the pain of the contractions was
gone, but I was reacting badly to the drugs.
I got very cold and started shaking uncontrollably.
My tongue felt like it was swelling.
The Dr.s did all kinds of little tests to
access my condition and the nurses put warm blankets on me.
My main nurse at this point was really nice and funny.
She started making jokes to keep me calm.
I was pretty calm though anyways,
because that pain was finally gone.
I figured that freaking out would just
make things worse. Finally they stabilized me.
Two hours later at about 6:30 the Dr. checked me again.
Still the same. We figured as much. The Dr. said he
felt this was like pounding a square peg into a round hole.
What an analogy!
He told us we needed to make a decision.
We didnt have much time left because of my water breaking
the night before. Dh and I decided with much relief
just to go for the section. We wanted our baby
and we wanted him however we could get him.
A few minutes later they turned off the pitocin
and the epidural and scheduled the surgery
for 7:45 p.m. We were so relieved and excited!
We would have him soon.
My parents and sister arrived just in time
to see me before we went into the OR.
They started the epidural again
(went through all the same reactions,
except they had to give me stronger drugs
in addition because I could still feel things
in the OR) I remember the anesthesiologist saying ok,
you are gonna feel really weird I was really out of it.
My dh later told me that he was crying because
he was afraid something was gonna happen to me
because I was shaking so bad and wasnt responding
to him after a while. At 8:06 p.m. Dylan was born
and I remember them holding him up in front of me
and my dh saying hon, he's here he's here
and I was crying and saying look at him,
he's so beautiful.
Ive never in my life felt such a rush of emotion.
I asked them to move him to my other side
so I could see him better because I couldn't open my left eye
(Horners syndrome - another reaction from the drugs).
I guess they then put me back together and whisked me
away to the recovery room and I dont remember too much except
that I was begging them to put me on my side because my
back ached so bad and they wouldnt
and I couldn't move my legs no matter how hard I tried.
They covered me with these huge air filled blankets
and then my dh arrived with Dylan.
Two hours had gone by but I had no idea at the time.
I had to stay in the hospital until Wednesday night
and it was so awful except for the baby.
Dh stayed with us the whole time.
I was in such bad shape the next day that
I couldn't believe I would ever feel better.
They wouldnt let me out of the bed for two days
and I was hooked up to an IV until right before we left.
It was very frustrating.
So in the end it was a really rough experience
but I got the best outcome possible:
My beautiful baby boy!
Kerri, Mom to Dylan