Deanna and June

March 23, 2012 at 8:18 am Leave a comment

It was 5:15am and I was lying in bed with mild contractions that would not go away so I decided to get out of bed. They felt like the Braxton Hicks contractions I had on several occasions so I didn’t think too much of them, other than they were not going away. I thought walking around would help and also went online to see what other tricks I could find to make false contractions go away. I drank a cup of peppermint tea, ate a bagel and took a shower. I started timing the contractions just in case they were real. I had a hard time telling when one contraction started and stopped because the intensity varied with each contraction. I had stronger contractions every 7 to 10 minutes and several smaller ones in between. My online sources told me that real contractions steadily increase in strength and are consistently spaced apart so I continued to believe I was in false labor, but since they were not going away, I decided to call the hospital to speak with a triage nurse. She told me that I should wait until my stronger contractions were 5 minutes apart. She also asked if the baby was moving around but I was so busy focusing on the contractions I didn’t recall if I felt the baby move at all that morning.

I called back 15 minutes later and asked if we could come in and make sure the baby was ok as I was very emotional and worried that something might be wrong. I also told the nurse that my contractions were coming every 1-2 minutes, but they still were inconsistent when it came to the strength/pain. I vomited right before we left our house and at this point I was pretty sure these contractions were real. The pain was growing more intense with each contraction and I knew I’d want an epidural as soon as we got to the hospital.

The 15-minute drive to the hospital seemed to take forever and the contractions were getting stronger and stronger. I no longer had mild contractions in between. My husband dropped me off in front of the hospital entrance and there was another couple in front of me checking into the maternity ward. I had several contractions waiting in line and was trying my best not to make a scene but at this point the pain was intense. After we checked in, a nurse greeted us and could see how much pain I was in. She thought we were just checking on the baby and decided to skip the triage room all together and check me into a room right away. I had a few more contractions on the walk to the room and the nurse put me in a wheelchair, but it was unbearable to sit through the contractions so I walked and the pain was intensifying with each contraction.

We finally arrived to the room and the nurse quickly pushed the call button and said she needed help. I am so thankful that this nurse had experience and insight to see what was going on and took action quickly. She checked my cervix and said, “let me just verify what I’m feeling….yep, you are at 9cm.” To which I frantically replied, “Is it too late for an epidural?” I knew it was probably too late and she confirmed that it was because the baby would be here in the time spent trying to get the epidural. My biggest fear just came true. I NEVER in a million years would have wanted to have a baby without pain relief. I was terrified because the pain was so intense and I had no idea how long it was going to last or how much worse it was going to get. There was a lot of commotion in the room as several nurses were helping to get everything set up, starting an IV in my arm, and calling my doctor. I was screaming and moaning with each contraction and squeezing my husband’s hand (I’m surprised I didn’t break any of his bones) while a nurse was telling me to look at her and slow down my breathing. They were calling the on-call doctor when another nurse said “get the hospitalist in here right away”. I thought she said get “hospice” in here and that freaked me out as I thought something must be wrong. Then she explained that the hospitalist is a doctor that they have on staff at all times to deliver babies when the woman’s personal doctor cannot be there. ☺

I felt the urge to push just as the hospitalist arrived. My water was still intact and as the doctor was turned around to get out an instrument to rupture my membrane, I had a strong contraction that broke the water and shot it across the room like it came out of a fire hydrant. An unlucky nurse happened to get a nice soak and I guess that is an on-the-job hazard. Two pushes later, June came out and all of the pain was gone!

My husband and I were in shock how quickly June was born and how close we were to having a baby at home or in our car. It was about 30 minutes from the time the nurse came out to greet us until June was born at 8:18am. Everything happened so quickly, but after she was born there was calmness in the room and we were so happy to meet her. She arrived 10 days early and weighed 8 lbs and was 20 inches long.

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