Okay, I've given birth three times, so I'll start with Baby #1:
My pregnancy was pretty uneventful for quite some time, with a due date of 12/29/1989. But in October, I was diagnosed w/pre-eclampsia and put on bed rest to keep my blood pressure down. My doctor was also concerned that the baby was measuring really large for dates, yet I did not have gestational diabetes and the amniotic fluid level was normal. In early December '89 I had to be hospitalized for four days because my blood pressure was just out of control, although I'd followed my doctor's orders for bed rest on my left side (my b/p was 172/110). On the morning of December 20th I woke up with a horrible headache and was seeing "floaters" (or spots) before my eyes, which are big red flags for worsening pre-eclampsia. My face (eyelids in particular) was also swollen, along w/my hands and feet and lower legs. I went to the doctor, who sent me directly to the hospital. He said there was no way he could induce my labor because my cervix was still too high and thick and he couldn't get in there to break the amniotic sac so they scheduled a C-section for a few hours later. Meanwhile, they put me on an IV of magnesium sulfate to prevent seizures (which can happen in pre-eclampsia). Because of the size of the baby, I had to have a classical incision (not the bikini cut; the vertical incision from the belly button down to my pubic area.) Turned out I couldn't have vaginally delivered the baby anyway--he weighed 10lbs 12oz and was 9 days EARLY! Recovery was painful, but within a few weeks I felt pretty good again. I didn't have a lot of help because my husband worked the night shift at that time, so after major surgery, I was the one getting up in the middle of the night to feed the baby and sure enough, he had colic, so I spent many nights just sitting there rocking him and crying right along with him.
Baby #2:
My doctor (a different one than the first one) wanted me to attempt a VBAC (vaginal birth after ceserean), although I told him that I had a history of delivering a very large baby (which is called macrosomia). He wasn't too concerned, and we went with the VBAC plan anyway. My due date was 11/05/1991 and that date came and went. I told my doctor I was concerned that the longer I went past my due date, the larger the baby would be, and he agreed and said that if I hadn't gone into labor spontaneously by 11/18, he'd induce me. Labor began for me in the middle of the night on 11/13, and I went to the hospital. They said I was in labor, but they sent me home anyway, and told me to do household chores and whatnot, anything to keep me up and moving to let gravity assist with labor. So I did, and throughout that day (11/14) the contractions got worse and worse, and by about 7pm, they were just unbearable. At 7:30pm on the dot, my water broke--and I don't mean it leaked, I mean it GUSHED uncontrollably, and from that point forward, my contractions intensified so badly that I don't even know how to describe it. But the best way I can describe it is, to me, it felt like (sorry for the TMI) the kind of really bad stomach cramps you get when you have a stomach bug/diarrhea, only multiply that pain by about 50. My mom raced me to the hospital and that time, they admitted me but when they checked me, I was only dilated to 1cm (which was a shock because I was having the urge to push and was SURE I was about to deliver the baby on the way to the hospital!) Throughout the night, everytime they checked me, I was STILL at 1cm (!) and they would not give me an epidural because they claimed it would slow down my already slow labor (thank God they don't do that anymore; they'll give you an epidural earlier now!) but they did give me Stadol in an IV though it didn't take away the pain, it just took the edge off. Every hour or so throughout the night, they checked me and I still was at 1cm, yet my labor was so painful and hard that I was screaming. Finally, about 7am on the morning of 11/15/1991, my doctor came in and I was bawling. I told him, "I can't do this anymore." He agreed--saying the baby was just too big plus she was showing signs of fetal distress-- and we went for a C-section a few hours later. The reason my cervix wouldn't dilate is because my baby was 9lbs 11oz (no, I didn't have gestational diabetes that time either) and they called it "cephalopelvic disproportion" (translation: baby's too big to deliver vaginally.) Again, the recovery was painful (I think even more so because of the 31hrs of labor I experienced before the C-sec, not to mention having a toddler at home and a husband who still worked nights, so most of the care of my baby and toddler was up to me, and it HURT!)
Baby #3:
Very uneventful pregnancy. My due date was 5/28/1996. But at my 6wk checkup, my doctor said I would very likely have another C-section because the odds of having another large baby were pretty high. He said the ONLY way he'd even consider a VBAC delivery was if the baby weighed less than 8lbs, which he said he "didn't see happening." I had no complications in that pregnancy, but sure enough, the baby always measured large for dates (again, no gestational diabetes that time either) and since my doctor was going to be out of town on my due date and he didn't want me to go into labor while he was gone, he scheduled my C-section for 5/20/1996. The baby weighed 9lbs 12oz (would've easily been 10lbs+ if I'd gone to my due date or beyond, the doctor said) and there was no way I could've delivered him vaginally. I had my tubes tied during that C-section. That third pregnancy was the most uneventful; everything went really smoothly, which just goes to prove that even in the same woman, no two pregnancies are alike.
After each C-section, I had the most intense, uncontrollable itching of my life (they said it was an after-effect of the anesthesia) so they kept shooting me up with Benadryl in my IV. I also got the shakes really badly each time, and they said that was due to the sudden hormone changes associated with giving birth.
They also made me get up and walk (after the epidural wore off), no matter how much I wanted to stay in bed, because it speeds recovery and prevents blood clots from forming in the legs. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to feed my babies and the nurse would be like, "okay, let's go for a walk," and I would be slowly hobbling down the hallway, pulling my IV stand w/one hand and the nurse supporting my other side, while I cried the whole time. You do NOT get to rest in the hospital! Maybe right after your C-section, but as the anesthesia wears off and you can walk again, they will MAKE you get up and walk. It's torture (I have very little pain tolerance, though) but you have to do it because it really does speed up the healing process.
Another thing is if you choose not to breastfeed, they no longer prescribe medication to dry up the milk, so you have no choice but to let the milk come in--and THAT HURTS like hell. But whatever you do, don't express the milk to relieve the pressure because that will just make your body produce MORE milk, and the pain cycle will continue. My breasts felt like giant bruises and they were so engorged that I had to wear a sports bra to bind them because even the slightest movement of my breasts, even from walking or God forbid, bumping into something, was excruciating.
After a C-section, they also will not let you eat until you've had a bowel movement (which is NOT fun after you've had a C-sec!) I ended up, all three times, having to have suppositories and STILL had trouble going. And I was so hungry I could've eaten my own hand!
Anyway, short story long (ha!), there's my three experiences with childbirth. Hope that helped!
2007-07-17 04:35:09
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