So for all the talk in my previous post about natural childbirth, let me just tell you that it is all new information to me. I had no desire to go natural for Evelyne’s birth, and other than having a c-section, it was probably one of the most medicated births I could’ve had.
With Evelyne I was induced a week early. It was the picture of a convenience birth, she was due on December 23rd, and I didn’t want her born too close to Christmas. I was already dilated about 2 cm. when I checked-in the hospital where they hooked me up to an IV and started antibiotics for my Group Strep-B and gave me Cervadil overnight to hopefully start contractions. That did nothing, and they started Pitocin at 5 a.m. I couldn’t sleep all night long, so around 4 a.m. at the insistent offer of the nurses, I took an Ambien. I woke-up around 8 having contractions. I wanted to wait as long as possible for my epidural since I had heard that it slowed-down labor. The nurses offered me another painkiller, so I got some Stadol. (which did nothing to help the pain) My contractions were getting worse, there was hardly any break between them, so I got my epidural around 11. It was wonderful, I couldn’t feel anything! Meanwhile, they had to put me on oxygen because Evelyne’s heart rate was doing weird things, I guess she was having what they call decels. Later that afternoon the nurses ran in my room and stopped the Pitocin because Ev’s heartrate wasn’t good. There was talk of a C-section.
Awhile later, after my body didn’t continue contractions on its own, they hooked me back-up to the Pitocin to see if she could handle a little more. (After I told the doctor that I really really really didn’t want a c-section) Thankfully, she was ok and I was fully dilated after awhile. I pushed for an hour and a half. I couldn’t feel my contractions, I had no urge to push, but they just watched the monitor and told me when to push. Ev was stuck behind my pelvic bone and an epesiotomy later, came-out sunny-side up with a big conehead and a fever. She was really groggy, and they told me the reason her heartrate wasn’t responding well to my contractions was probably because she was so drugged-up from my Ambien and Stadol. Not to mention that I was completely out of it because I was so drugged-up, too! Between pushes I kept almost falling asleep, the room was spinning, and I was so exhausted I thought I would die. I kept begging for something to drink (it had been almost 24 hours), but they wouldn’t let me have anything but about 5 ice chips. I wonder why no one told me that taking so much medication could have an effect on the baby and on my energy, I certainly didn’t know. When Ev came-out she got put on my chest for about 5 seconds and then taken to be cleaned-up. I didn’t get to see her for about 10-15 minutes and the whole time I was so nervous and worried that she would be ok since she wasn’t crying. Thankfully, she was fine, and I had a fabulous postpartum experience at the hospital with some wonderful nurses who took great care of me.
Overall, I’m incredibly thankful that Ev was born healthy and full-term, but I kinda feel like I barely squeaked-by in terms of everything going relatively well for a spontaneous induction that involved lots of unnecessary drugs and almost resulted in a c-section. There were several times when things really could’ve gone the other way, and I’m thankful that my doctor was very supportive and did everything she could to avoid a cesarean. However, after watching TBOBB, I kinda see my experience a little differently and wonder what to do about the birth of this child I’m pregnant with and how I’d like things to go.