Thursday, May 18, 2006

"I caught you a delicious bass."

The title has nothing to do with this post, but I couldn't think of a catchy title. Once again I am going to steal ideas from my friend, Robin. Her current post is about the birth of her daughter, Charlotte. I've given birth to 5 children and I didn't write down any of those experiences. I wish I had because now I can't remember little details. I'm going to attempt to give an overview of the birth of each of my children. This may take a few posts....

Tristan-
Tristan was due April 12, 1995. When I woke up the morning of April 5 I thought I had gas pains. Seriously. I didn't realize that the gas pains were coming every 10 minutes for at least a couple of hours. I remember going in to the drs. sometime that day to get checked and I was a 3, I believe. My contractions stayed about the same all freakin' day. ALL FREAKIN' DAY!! About 10pm that nite my friend that worked in labor and delivery called to ask me if I was planning on coming in. So, I went in. I don't think the hospital would have kept me if it wasn't for my friend. I was maybe a 4?! (This was after like 16-18 hours of contractions.) My dr. wouldn't let me get an epidural until I was a 5. (And now that I think about, and having given birth to 2 children without an epidural- I wasn't in that much pain with Tristan. I was being a wimp.) Anyway- I got the epidural around 3 or 4am on April 6. At 6:30am I was a 7 and a 10 by 7am. I started pushing around 7:30-40am and delivered Tristan at 7:57am. He had the pointiest head!! 6 pounds 3 ounces

Alec-
Alec's due date was all screwy from the beginning. According to my dates he should have been due on Halloween 1996, but because he was a "birth control baby" an ultrasound changed my date to Nov. 15. I was living in Tyler, Texas at the time, but was at my parents because my (ex) husband was in New Jersey or somewhere at a soccer tournament. Anyway- I had contractions like every 1/2 hour all day Nov. 13, but they weren't bad and I figured they were just hard braxton hicks since they weren't increasing in frequency or pain. Around 10pm that nite I went to bed. I woke up at midnite with a contraction. They were coming every 10 minutes. My mom drove me to the hospital at 3am. I was 1cm. They sent me home at 5am saying that I "could do this for another 5 hours." Once we got back home the contractions got worse and worse. I tried taking a warm bath. Didn't help. Finally I fixed my hair and put on my makeup- didn't want to look ugly in the pictures. By 7am I thought I was dying. My back was killing me. (Now I know I was having "back labor." At the time I just thought I was a wimp.) My mom drove me to the hospital again. I thought I was gonna pop Alec out in the car! We got there at 7:30 am. A man asked if I needed a wheelchair. "No, I'm fine... AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" He got me a chair. I found out I was a 7cm- then my water broke. I was a 9. I was asking for an epidural but it was too late. So, they gave me demoral- which kicked in right as I gave birth to Alec at 9:00am sharp. I felt like a hippie on drugs- I was lovin it. What's funny is that yes- it hurt to give birth, but it hurt more when the dr. was stitchin' me up. Freak! Alec weighed 7 pounds 15 ounces. He looked huge because I was used to runty babies like Tristan. :)

Isabel-
Isabel was due April 10, 1999. I went to the dr. April 7th and he "stripped my membranes." I had contractions all that nite, but by morning I was wondering if I was really in labor or not. I remember doing laundry and my mom hanging out with me, but that's all I really remember about that day. I went to the hospital around 10pm on April 8. I was maybe a 4?! I don't remember. I had decided I could do this without an epidural, so they gave me some kind of drug- not demoral- that knocked me out. It was weird because although I was asleep, I could hear everything going on in the room. Unfortunately the medicine seemed to have stopped my contractions, so I didn't get anymore drugs. :) I don't remember a whole lot until the morning of April 9. I remember thinking I was gonna lose it. I told the nurse I needed to push. She checked me and I was a 9. I told her "I NEED to push!!" She said, "If you say so! I'll call your dr." His office was right across the parking lot, so he ran over. I remember he calmed me down by saying, "Tori, you've done this before. You'll be fine." That's all it took. I wanted this baby out, so I pushed. It took about 15 minutes and at 8:22am Isabel was born. She weighed in at 8 pounds 2 ounces- my biggest baby out of all. :) The only bad thing was my mom had left to take Tristan and Alec to a friends house. She missed the birth in the hour she was gone. :(

Taj-
Taj was due Sept. 6. At my Sept. 5 appointment my dr. said he would induce me the next Wed. if I hadn't gone on my own. I told him I was pretty sure I would have Taj by then. Then my dr. said, "I'm helping with a c-section tomorrow if you'd like to be induced then." I don't know why I wanted to be induced. I guess I was just miserable, even though I don't remember being miserable. I arrived at the hospital at 7am. I was suppose to be there at 6:30am, but Sei's cousin was going to watch the kids and as usual was running on island time. He didn't show up to our house until after 6:30am. Anyway- by 7:30am I was hooked up to pitocin. Having never been on pitocin I didn't know how bad contractions SUCK on pitocin. They are long and hard and sometimes they don't do anything for your cervix. They broke my water around 11:30am. And at 2pm I was a 2. A TWO!?!?!! I was a little frustrated. I tried watching West Side Story. Ok- that's an annoying movie to watch when you're in pain. Then I ended up watching Dances with Wolves. Not bad... Between 2 and 5 pm I had progressed to a 5. At 5:30pm I was still a 5 and told Sei I thought I wanted an epidural. I was tired, hungry and frustrated and I was positive that wasn't helping me progress any. The anesthesiologist came in and did the epidural. Ok- if you hear a loud POP!! during an epidural, it's not a good thing. I'll explain that later. That was at 5:30. Around 7pm I told Sei to tell the nurse that I just felt the baby slide down- way down. She came in and I was a definite 10cm. My dr. came in and set up. There was this dr. in training making his ob/gyn rounds and I seriously wanted to laugh at him. He was trying to be all serious and professional, but I swear he wanted to puke. He stood behind my dr. with the funniest face. I have him on video. I still laugh when I watch it. Anyway- the dr. said to push on my next contraction. I said, "I think I'm having one." "Yep you are." I start pushing. "Whoa- slow your push down..." 33 seconds later (I timed it on the video) at 7:12pm Taj was born. My dr. said, "Well, you cute kid. You were a slow windup and a fast pitch." Taj weighed in at 7 pounds 1 ounce. Ok- back to the epidural. The next day my head would not stop pounding unless I was lying flat on my back. My neck started getting stiff. My shoulders hurt. Apparently the epidural had punctured my spinal membrane. I could either a) Lie flat on my back for a week to let it heal. (Yeah- with 4 kids! Good luck with that!) or b) Get a "blood patch." It's like a 2nd epidural except they shoot in my own blood rather than medicine. The blood coagulates and fills the hole. I opted for B. Luckily it was a different dr. doing the blood patch. I felt relief immediately. Halla-freakin'- lujah!!

Liv-
Liv was my most recent birth experience, but it's probably gonna be one of the shortest to relay. She was due Jan. 28, 2006. At my 39 week dr. appt. he said, "I'll probably see you next week..." That week I had contractions keeping me up every nite only to disappear by morning. So, I was "sleeping" on the couch so I wouldn't keep Sei up. On the morning on Jan. 25 I got up at 6am totally frustrated that the nite's contractions had not led to labor. I made pancakes (Isabel's favorite!) and got the kids ready for school. Sei was up ready to take them to school. We had family prayer and I swear I think my water broke during prayer. That- or I wet my pants. Anyway- I wasn't sure what was going on. Sei left to take the kids and I went upstairs to take a shower. As I stood there naked in my bathroom about 1 or 2 cups of water poured out of me. What the?!? My water had never broke on it's own before, so I was in denial. I took a shower and tried to call Sei. Ok for WEEKS everytime I called his cell while he was at work he would answer it with "What babe? Your water broke??" just to freak out his co-workers. This time, when I could have answered "Why yes it did..." he didn't take his phone with him. I heard it ringing in our bedroom. Nerd. I called my friend to let her know I had errands to run that morning so I wouldn't be working out. I called my dr. and the nurse told me if I thought my water had broke to go get checked at the hospital. My dr. was doing an c-section there anyway. I called my friend back to let her know I may need her to watch the kids... I was still so totally in denial!! Sei and I ran some errands and I still wasn't really contracting or anything. Around 11:30am we went by the hospital to pre-register (right before I headed upstairs to labor and delivery!!) They did a "strip test" on me to check if my membranes had ruptured and it came back bright blue. YES! I was a keeper!! And we had the last room out of 18. It was like the penthouse suite. It had the best view of Mount Timpanogas. (I live in Utah, but I don't know how to spell Mount Timp.) Anyway- at 1pm they put me on pitocin because I was not contracting at all. Sei and I threw in Napoleon Dynamite. Like the best labor movie, ever! (Say that like Napoleon...) At 3pm the contractions were really hurting. I had only eaten 2 frozen waffles and was starving. I was tired because I hadn't slept in 4 days. And I know what labor feels like and I didn't want to feel it. I asked for the epidural. It was the same dr. that gave me the blood patch with Taj. No popping sound. That's always a good sign. AAAhhhh- instant relief. By 3:30pm I was a 5. About 20 minutes later I was a 9 1/2. During this time my epi started to wear off and I was getting really bugged with Sei. You can see that on the video. It's kinda funny. It was starting to hurt and I was getting grumpy. When the nurse said I was 9 1/2 she told me she'd check me again in 15 minutes. I told her, "Umm... I'm feeling some major pressure." She took one look at me and said, "I'll get your dr." When he came in he said, "Yep. I'd say you're complete. Whoa!! Do not push!!" I wasn't pushing, but Liv was coming! I did literally 1/2 a push to get her shoulder out. She was born at 4:09pm weighing in at 8 pounds 1 ounce- 3 hours and 9 minutes from the time contractions started until she was out. I didn't even get to finish Napoleon! Oh- if you choose to watch Napoleon Dynamite turn it off while you're receiving your epidural. Sei nearly lost it when he looked up at the tv just as the dr. was saying "Ok. Now it's very important to hold completely still." Napoleon was talking about hunting wolverines with his uncle at the exact same time. :) Only bad thing- the dr. gave me another shot of the epidural right before I pushed. I felt the whole thing while I was pushing because it was so fast. But then I couldn't feel my legs for like the next 5 hours...

Anywho- there's my birth experiences the best I can remember. Tristan and Isabel took forever. Alec hurt like hell. Taj had the sucky epidural and Liv pretty much fell out. :) Nice. And they are all beautiful children!! I'm sorry- I was gonna split this into different posts, but once I got going I couldn't stop. :) Thanks for reading.

11 comments:

s--max said...

You make my due on April 12th, scheduled C-Section (due to breach baby) for April 12th, never having one contraction, birth of my only child seem like I don't deserve motherhood. :-)

Tori :) said...

Yea Stacy! You're finally commenting on my blog!
Of course you deserve motherhood. You grew a baby for 9 months. You had stitches and pain for weeks. And you've raised an awesome boy! Even without pregnancy and birth (vag or c-sec), anyone who can love and raise a great kid deserves motherhood.

Robin said...

Birth stories are always fun to hear. I am glad my epidurals haven't had problems. I remember watching fear factor at the hospital when I was in labor with Tucker.

s--max said...

I just wanted to comment on your's (finally.)
Yeah, I finally set up my own blog-thingy. Look at me catching up w/technology! I don't have anything on my page yet, but will let you know when I do. I have the name though - "It's Not a Phase" - ha ha ha ha (You remember that, right?!)
I was totally kidding about the deserving motherhood thing. I should probably clarify that for those who don't know me. & I absolutely agree w/what you said...."anyone......motherhood." You're an awesome mom & I'm proud of you! :-)

Katie said...

Great stories, Tori. You'll be so glad you wrote them down. I will do mine soon---maybe on a week when I don't have eight posts by Thursday. ;)

~j. said...

Sweet, Tori. I've thought about doing this, too.

I love that, upon reflection, you said that sometimes you were just being a wimp (Tristan) and sometimes you were really in pain (Alec - back labor), when at the time you thought just the opposite.

Nettie said...

I love birthing stories. They are like little suspenseful miracles. Thanks for sharing!

Tara said...

You are woman hear you roar!

Gina said...

ditto on ~j's comment... that is all I said over and over, "I am a wimp" and "Am I a wimp?" and "How do women do this more than once?"

Thanks for sharing your stories! I love the way you write and express yourself!

Tyler and Ruth said...

i totally understand the epidural mishap with taj--that happened to me when i had savannah. i got a blood patch too. did your back hurt so bad for the next while? sometimes i would collapse after i had stood up. boo for misplaced epidurals...but yea for epidurals. all this baby talk gets me thinking...

Tori :) said...

Ruth- My back totally felt sprained for the next week or so.
Are you trying to announce something here on my blog?? :)