I started my blog when Sugar was about four months old and so I haven’t shared either of my girls birth stories. With how much I have been documenting Baby Harper #3’s pregnancy I thought it would be fun to share Dilly and Sugar’s birth stories too…. and then share my birth plan this time around. And so tonight it is Dilly’s turn. Since this was almost four years ago the times and sequence of events might be a little off, but here’s my memory.
On April 30th 2008 I woke up early in the morning at approximately 5AM. I realized my underwear and shorts were damp and the first thought that entered my mind was “Really, I can’t even hold myself in my sleep anymore?” And so I rolled my big belly out of bed and stood up to rummage through the dresser drawers in the dark so that I wouldn’t disturb Dustin. As I was trying to find a clean pair of shorts I felt a gush of fluid and realized that this was not pee. But it was my first pregnancy… I wasn’t really sure. And so I went into the bathroom to take a closer inspection of what was really going on. There wasn’t a smell of urine. We all know what first morning pee smells like, hehe. In fact it was almost a sweet smell – yes, I smelled my underwear. But it gets better! I then went and woke Dustin up and the first thing I said to him was “Smell my underwear and tell me if this smells like pee.” How would you like to wake up to your spouse shoving their wet panties in your face? Dustin looked at me and asked if I was having contractions which I wasn’t. At least not that I could feel and so he said I probably peed my pants since I was only 38 1/2 weeks along. This of course frustrated me and I went in the bathroom and called my mom who told me to call my OBGYN. The OBGYN wanted me to go to the hospital to get checked out and to see if my water had actually broken. I gave Dustin the news and then waited rather impatiently for him to get ready. We arrived at the hospital at around 6:30AM.
Once I was placed in one of the triage rooms some doctors and nurses came in to do a test to see if it was actually my water instead of pee, hehe. And guess what? My water had broke! However, the bad news was I was only 1 cm dilated which meant it was going to be a looooong day. Since I was going to be admitted I realized that I didn’t have anything with me. I hadn’t even packed a hospital bag yet and the clothing that I wanted wasn’t even clean! And so I sent Dustin home to wash clothes and gather everything I needed. While he was gone I was admitted to an actual room and after receiving my IV I was started on pitocin around 10:30AM. Just let me say that stuff is the devil. Really, it is. I remember Dustin getting back to the hospital and my mom arriving too. Then my contractions were coming hard and fast. I barely had a break between them and soon I was clinging to the bed rail with tears pouring down my face. I was begging and pleading for an epidural and the nurses kept saying that I would not be able to receive one until I was at least 3 cm dilated. I was so frustrated and in so much pain. Since I couldn’t get out of bed I couldn’t get in a comfortable position to work through the contractions and I finally had enough. I was checked again and was at roughly 2 1/2 cm dilated when the doctors finally agreed to let me have the epidural. I don’t even remember feeling the needle go in my back. My contractions hurt so badly that I couldn’t feel anything else. I’m telling you those pitocin contractions are ridiculous! After I received my epidural I was a happy camper. I then was just chilling out and laughing with Dustin and my mom as a huge contraction would appear on the monitor and I couldn’t feel a thing. Now that was amazing after such a long morning.
Through out the day different family members trickled in and out. I remember seeing my dad, sister, mother-in-law, and a few others. Around 6PM I started to feel pain again and it was getting rough. This pain was deep down in my back and would just not let up. I kept telling the nurses that I needed to go to the bathroom, but really it was just Dilly making her way into position to enter the world. I received another dose of the epidural and at about 7:30PM I was checked again to find out I was finally at 10 cm! Then it hit me… I was gonna have to push this human being out of me and I was going to have to do it now. Eeeek. My support team gathered around me which included Dustin, my mom, and my sister then all the doctors and nurses. I remember Dustin and my mom holding my legs which I could not feel at all and my sister standing by with the camera. At 7:40PM I began pushing and at 8PM Dilly crowned! But… my OBGYN was no where to be found. The doctors and nurses that were there had been keeping her updated and had called her at 7:40 when I began pushing letting her know she needed to come NOW. Obviously, she thought it was gonna take this first time mom longer than 20 minutes, and so at 8PM they instructed me to stop pushing. But Dilly was RIGHT there. They even asked if I wanted to feel her hair, which I kindly declined. The pressure kept building and still my OBGYN was no where to be found. I was getting frustrated. I wanted to see my baby girl, but I didn’t know any better. This was my first pregnancy and I listened to what the nurses and doctors around me told me to do. Finally at 8:45PM my OBGYN waltzed through the door and as she did Dilly slid out and was luckily caught by the doctor that had been assisting me all day at 8:46PM.
See that woman in the background that is wearing normal clothing? That is my OBGYN who signed some papers, asked how I was doing, and LEFT. And my precious baby girl… she quickly turned a deep purple color and was taken to a table at the side of the room where I could not hold her. Could not touch her. I just sat in the hospital bed feeling numb and helpless.
Nurses and doctors from the NICU were called in and began draining her lungs. That is what that red and clear tube is in the nurses hands. She had tons of fluid in her lungs from staying in the birth canal for 45 minutes. The nurses kept walking over to me and telling me that my baby might have to go to NICU and the only thing that I could think of was that my completely normal healthy pregnancy and uneventful day had been ruined by my careless and thoughtless OBGYN who may have harmed my baby.
After almost an hour of draining her lungs I finally heard a loud healthy cry unlike the gurgling noises I had been hearing. That sound brought tears to my eyes and when they finally placed her in my arms the tears flowed like a river. It was love at first sight and I knew at that moment that I would never let this baby out of my sight. And from that moment on she never did.
It did take a little while for Dilly to completely get back to a normal pinkish tone and a few attempts at breastfeeding before I felt that we were definitely in the clear. She never went to NICU. The nurses just kept checking on her and soon she was nursing like a champ. You could literally hear her sucking and swallowing away. I will never forget that day.
I will tell you that the OBGYN’s name that was my doctor is not listed on Dilly’s birth certificate. And as soon as I was out of the hospital I found a different OBGYN which led to a much different outcome in Sugar’s birth story. But that is for another day…. probably tomorrow!