A Mommy's Life For Me

So I am doing as well as I thought I would about writing regularly, but I did just have a baby so I at least I have that excuse.

Kynslee Caitlin was born on April 25th at 3:44am and weighed 7lbs 3oz and was 20 1/4" long. It was a hard labor because she would not cooperate, but (now that it's been two weeks and I am starting to not hurt as badly) she was definitely worth all the pain and someday (in the somewhat distant future) may consider doing it all again.

My doctor decided it was best to induce me at 39 weeks because Kynslee was, what doctors call, "sunny side up" (which just means that the baby is face up) and she didn't want her to gain any more weight and risk her being too big and having to do a c-section (she said that when a baby presents face up there is already a 50% chance of a c-section). In the beginning I didn't want to be induced, but at 39 weeks pregnant I really didn't care if it meant I didn't have to be pregnant anymore and I could meet my sweet girl. I checked in the hospital at 7am on Tuesday morning, and by 8am I was hooked up to just about everything in the world and the Pitocin was started. They increased the Pitocin every 30 minutes, but at 11am they had to turn the it off because Kynslee's heartbeat kept dropping every time I had a contraction. I continued to labor on my own, but the contractions got further and further apart. At 1pm my doctor came in and checked me and I was only at 3cm, (I had started at 2cm) so she went ahead and broke my water to try and help things along. On a side note anytime they checked me, and when she broke my water, it hurt SO bad because Kynslee was so high it felt like they had to stick their whole arm up there! My doctor, also, wanted to try to turn the Pitocin on again at a slow rate and see if Kynslee would tolerate that.

After my doctor broke my water my contractions started coming 1-3 minutes apart and would would measure from 80-110 in intensity on the contraction monitor (the scale on the monitor only went to 100). Don and my mom thought it was a fun game to tell me how high the number would go with each contraction, and cheered when I broke 100 (yes, they are a bit sadistic). Even though the pain was the worst I've ever felt in my life, I wanted to hold off on the epidural as long as I could. I had read that the earlier you get an epidural, the more likely it is to slow your labor down and since my labor wasn't progressing very fast anyway I didn't want to take any chances. My goal was to make it to 5cm before getting the epidural. At 5pm, after 4 hours of the worst contractions, I finally relented and asked for the epidural. Once I got the epidural it was amazing! I felt so relaxed and I couldn't feel a thing! Don and my mom had to tell me when I was having a contraction, but they weren't near as excited about it now that I couldn't feel them (like I said sadistic). The nurse checked me right after I got the epidural and I was at 5cm. I had made my goal!! About an hour later though they had to stop the Pitocin because her heart rate was dropping again. They put me on oxygen and made me lay on my left side. Once the Pitocin was turned off my contractions spaced out to 3-5 minutes apart and decreased in intensity to 70-80.

My doctor came in at 7pm and checked me again, but I was still at 7cm and Kynslee had not dropped at all. She said that she would come back at 10pm, and if I haven't made any progress I will have to have a c-section. She put an internal heart rate monitor on Kynslee for a more accurate reading. I am completely exhausted at this point (I had been up since 4am because I couldn't sleep due to nerves) and scared and feel really defeated at the prospect of a c-section. I felt like my body was working against me, and not progressing like it should have naturally done. It was a long 3 hours, but when my doctor checked me again at 10pm, I was 7cm. She said that as long as I was making some progress she would let me go as long as she could to avoid a c-section. She said she would come back at 1am and check again. At some point between then and when she came back, I begin to shake uncontrollably. It was kind of scary at first, because I felt like I had no control over my own body. We asked the nurse about it, and she said that it was a normal side effect of the epidural.

At 12am I started to feel some pressure. At first I tried to ignore it because I didn’t think I could possibly be progressed enough to be ready to start pushing. The pressure increased over the next 45 minutes until I finally told my mom to get the nurse because I couldn’t ignore it anymore. The nurse came in and checked me and she didn’t tell me if I had dilated anymore, but she said that if I felt the need to start pushing we could. I pushed for 3 sets of 10 seconds with each contraction for 3 hours until she was born. She still had not dropped, so I had to really push to get her under my pelvic bone. The poor child looked horrible when she was born. Thankfully they had kind of cleaned her up, and put a hat on before I saw her, otherwise I would have been pretty freaked out! Later when I was going through the pictures, I saw what she really looked like and it was pretty awful! She looked like the Bride of Frankenstein! Her head was not only cone shaped, she had a ridge in the middle of her head and two big gashes (one from the internal monitor and one from the birth itself).

Like I said before, now that she’s here I can honestly say that it was all totally worth it, but if any of my subsequent children are face up I think I may just go ahead with the c-section. Thinking back, and seeing what her head looked like after birth, it scares me as to what could have happened. I am very grateful and know that I am truly blessed to have had a safe delivery and a healthy baby.