ktstampinbarbie's Birth Story
Submitted by ktstampinbarbie
It all started April 10th 2009, 11 days after my due date. I was at LAX picking up my sister from her flight with my mom. (Mind you she had planned to come after the birth and after everyone had come and gone, because she wanted to miss out on the wonders of childbirth so she wouldn't be scared to have kids one day!) Anywho, the contractions started as I saw her coming down the escalator. It didn't worry me because I had been having contractions on and off for a month and was dilated 3 cm for that same time. So I didn't say anything until we got home and everyone went to bed. (I needed peace and quiet after being asked, "Are you having the baby now," every hour for the past two weeks!) I calmly told my childs' father&mdash who wasn't so calm about it—"It's time to go!"
We went to hospital and... shockingly enough, I was still dilated 3 cm!!! WOW! I thought if only my doctor had written in my chart that I was supposed to have a C-section on my due date, because the baby was measuring over 8 pounds and I had a bad pregnancy rash called pupps that will only go away after birth. But, NO, he went on his golf vacation a week before and didn't mention it to the doctor filling in for him.
I was in luck. The doctor on duty thought it was a good idea to induce, which we did. (It was the fourth time I had been there that week to try to get them to induce!) A good 17 hours later I was 6 cm and progressing slowly but surely. I had no pain, so didn't feel the need to get the epidural UNTIL they broke my water. Then I was like, "GIVE ME PAIN MEDICINE NOW!!!!" At that very moment my little sister walked in. (Yes, the one who wanted to miss out on the wonders of child birth!)
After that, it was smooth sailing. No pain, took a couple naps, and was happy as a clam. Five hours later I was at 10 cm and ready to push. I started pushing... kept pushing...kept on pushing... really am I still pushing? ...Ok crowning. So here comes the doctor, now that the nurse has got me that far. He looks down there. What is he thinking??? He looks puzzled and now kinda worried, so I push some more, and the more I push, the more worried he looks. Then he says "I'm going to use this vacuum on the top of his head to help him out OK?" I'm not sure my reply, but it probably went something like, "DO IT NOW!" or "IM TIRED" I can't really remember.
"Here comes his head," he said. Then silence, followed by, "Get the other nurses," and "Get peds in here," and, "Now, Katie, I know you're tired, but I need you to push when I tell you and ONLY when I tell you to." The whole room was spinning with people that were trying to pretend they weren't panicked. "Sally is going to stand over you and push while I rotate and pull on him while you push as hard as you can. This is very important." I was so out of it, I was just like, "Sure, OK."
"1, 2, 3," and there he was, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life! Screaming and perfect! They put him on me for what seemed like a second and then took him to the baby doctors in the corner to check him out. A few minutes later, I heard the nurse that pushed on top of me say, "11 pounds 1 ounce?" And as the doctor was stitching my 'down there' part, he turned and said, "What? Really? Double check that one?" She said it again, "11 pounds 1 ounce and 22 inches. Good job, momma!" The room was in total disbelief. Out of all the staff in that room, he was the biggest baby they'd ever seen born vaginally. For the rest of the night, doctors and nurses from all over the hospital were coming to ask if they could see the giant baby.
Moral of this story is: follow your gut feeling. If you think your baby is huge and the doctor tells you to stop eating so many cookies, get a new doctor! : )
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We went to hospital and... shockingly enough, I was still dilated 3 cm!!! WOW! I thought if only my doctor had written in my chart that I was supposed to have a C-section on my due date, because the baby was measuring over 8 pounds and I had a bad pregnancy rash called pupps that will only go away after birth. But, NO, he went on his golf vacation a week before and didn't mention it to the doctor filling in for him.
I was in luck. The doctor on duty thought it was a good idea to induce, which we did. (It was the fourth time I had been there that week to try to get them to induce!) A good 17 hours later I was 6 cm and progressing slowly but surely. I had no pain, so didn't feel the need to get the epidural UNTIL they broke my water. Then I was like, "GIVE ME PAIN MEDICINE NOW!!!!" At that very moment my little sister walked in. (Yes, the one who wanted to miss out on the wonders of child birth!)
After that, it was smooth sailing. No pain, took a couple naps, and was happy as a clam. Five hours later I was at 10 cm and ready to push. I started pushing... kept pushing...kept on pushing... really am I still pushing? ...Ok crowning. So here comes the doctor, now that the nurse has got me that far. He looks down there. What is he thinking??? He looks puzzled and now kinda worried, so I push some more, and the more I push, the more worried he looks. Then he says "I'm going to use this vacuum on the top of his head to help him out OK?" I'm not sure my reply, but it probably went something like, "DO IT NOW!" or "IM TIRED" I can't really remember.
"Here comes his head," he said. Then silence, followed by, "Get the other nurses," and "Get peds in here," and, "Now, Katie, I know you're tired, but I need you to push when I tell you and ONLY when I tell you to." The whole room was spinning with people that were trying to pretend they weren't panicked. "Sally is going to stand over you and push while I rotate and pull on him while you push as hard as you can. This is very important." I was so out of it, I was just like, "Sure, OK."
"1, 2, 3," and there he was, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life! Screaming and perfect! They put him on me for what seemed like a second and then took him to the baby doctors in the corner to check him out. A few minutes later, I heard the nurse that pushed on top of me say, "11 pounds 1 ounce?" And as the doctor was stitching my 'down there' part, he turned and said, "What? Really? Double check that one?" She said it again, "11 pounds 1 ounce and 22 inches. Good job, momma!" The room was in total disbelief. Out of all the staff in that room, he was the biggest baby they'd ever seen born vaginally. For the rest of the night, doctors and nurses from all over the hospital were coming to ask if they could see the giant baby.
Moral of this story is: follow your gut feeling. If you think your baby is huge and the doctor tells you to stop eating so many cookies, get a new doctor! : )
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