Another Boy!!!
My 2nd son, B.l.a.z.e. H.o'e.a.k.a.u.i.l.a ("Ho'ea") (middle name means "The Lightning Arrival") arrived in this world on Wednesday, August 3, 2011 at 9:19 p.m. It was a doozy of a labor and I did it without pain medication!!! (Although that was not my choice, he came so fast there was no time for the anesthesiologist to get to my room to give me pain meds!) I typed up my birth story my first night at the hospital, so I'm going to repaste it here:
Wednesday, Aug. 3, 2011 9:19 p.m. 7lbs 13 oz., 20 inches. Apgar 9/10.
Where to begin.
Well as of last week I began to very slowly lose my mucus plug. I noticed some mucus at about 4:30ish at work. I noticed more mucus throughout the following days, but it was never really very heavy. I also began having more increased braxton hicks contractions, but nothing that I thought were noteworthy.
As the days passed, and my due date of Friday, Aug. 5 slowly began approaching, I became more and more anxious. I had not gone past 39 weeks with Kaua, and had hoped that this pregnancy would be the same.
Mom and I did a lot of walking when we could. I ate pineapple and did other things to hopefully speed the pregnancy along. Nothing seemed to be working.
Over the weekend, and perhaps starting on Monday, I noticed that my braxton hicks contractions were getting a bit stronger, such that I felt some cramping at times, but again, nothing consistent and nothing that I thought compared with the pain I felt in my first labor.
Tuesday night, (last night), we had dinner at my Papa's house for my cousin's 22nd birthday. Again, I felt some discomfort, sort of like an acheyness, but nothing that I thought was notable. I was also fighting a slight cold that both DH and I had caught from Kaua.
At work that day, and even the prior thursday (I only work Tues. and Thurs. right now), I was getting anxious and had a hard time concentrating. I kept logging onto babycenter to read about symptoms of labor and other women on the board who were approaching their due date. I even googled the statistics about what week of the pregnancy was most common for women to give birth. I was satisfied when it appeared as of the larger percentage gave birth in their 40th week.
Wednesday morning, today, I had a doctor’s appointment at 10:15. The doctor I saw, Dr. A, checked me for the first time. I had been declining checks previously because I knew it would not make a difference. With Kaua, I was checked at my 38 week appointment, told I was barely 1 cm, had my mucus membrane stripped, but told that I would likely go full term. Kaua came either 2 or 3 days later. So I knew my cervix dilation was not a good indication of labor.
Anyway, Dr. A checked me and she said I was 3 cm dilated. Great news!!! I forgot to ask how much effacement I was though. She quickly did the cervix stripping and boy did that hurt. I remember saying “ow, ow, ow” then reverted to my lamaze class breathing. That helped. Dr. A answered some of my brief questions about a potential induction if I went past my due date, explaining that they would schedule me for another appointment in 1 week and if I hadn’t given birth by then, they would go ahead and schedule an induction. But she stressed that she didn’t think I would make it to the next appointment and that she thought I would be giving birth any day now. I hoped she was right, but from previous experience, didn’t put too much emphasis on it.
I was feeling disappointed around 4pm today when it appeared as if nothing was happening on the labor front. However, as 5 pm rolled around I began noticing that I felt achey. The braxton hicks (or so I thought) were coming fairly often, but I’d have to say not more then 5-10 minutes apart. DH and I had tickets to go see the local semi-pro baseball game that night and I really wanted to go, but because I was feeling so uncomfortable, I decided against it. I made the decision very last minute though. We went to the UPS customer service center to pick up a nursing cover I had ordered through the internet at 6pm, and I was having some contractions all throughout the trip to and back. I began timing them and they were coming about 5 minutes apart.
I called my mom and told her that we weren’t going to baseball and that I thought that tonight would be the night and asked if she could come pick up Kaua. At first she said she was going to go to the gym and then check on me afterwards, but as it became clear over the six o'clock hour that this was it, I called her back and asked her to come soon.
From about 7-8pm, my contractions were coming on a lot stronger and quicker. Averaging about 2-4 minutes apart and over 1 minute in duration (about 2 minutes). (As I typed this, he started crying so I picked him up out of the hospital bassinet and he stopped crying, guess he just wanted to be near mama. He also burped too, so that probably helped. He’s now in my arms as I type this on my notebook.) Anyways, DH and I were sort of frantically trying to get things together for the hospital. DH was trying to wash dishes and clean up from the fish dinner he had made (I didn’t have the appetite to eat it unfortuntely). I was trying to get last minute things we needed for the hospital and pack a bag for Kaua in case he was going to sleep upcountry at my moms. The contractions were pretty strong at this point and I didn’t seem to be having very much breaks in between them.
Mom finally came and got Kaua around 8pm. By then I was in major pain. She started telling me to labor as much as I could at home and blah blah blah, (a little too much bossiness). After she left, I tried to wait until a time in between contractions and called labor & delivery. I explained that I had been timing the contractions for the last 2 hours, and while the first hour was more inconsistent, the last hour had been fairly consistent at less than 5 minutes. As I was talking, the nurse noted that I sounded like I was in pain and said I should come into the emergency room to get checked. I asked if maybe I should try to tough it out longer, but she said I probably should just come in, just in case. (Boy am I glad I did).
DH was trying to load things into the car and I had a hard time even getting to the car myself. At one point, I was like no, I wanna stay on the couch, because it hurt so much to move. I was getting very little relief inbetween contractions. They felt like they were never ending. DH motivated me by saying that since it was our 2nd one, the baby could come fast, so I got up and went to the car.
We drove to the hospital which was only 10 minutes away and I was in major pain. DH asked if he should just drop me off or park the car and we walk in together and I was in so much agony so I yelled, “You think, I cant concentrate!”
He parked the car and we walked in. The room wasn’t crowded thankfully. They took one look at me and said “baby” and we both nodded yes. They asked if I wanted to walk and I said no, so they went to get me a wheelchair while I tried to check in. It must have been a little after 8:30pm. I was pretty useless at this point, so DH had to give them my card and ID and stuff. They had me sign some forms and I just scribbled. I would have signed anything at that point. They had DH go get a visitor’s pass and the nurse asked if I wanted to wait for him, and I was like “I don’t care.” So up to L&D we went. Luckily, DH was only a few seconds and he caught up to us before we could even reach the elevator.
They put me into L&D room 4 and the nurse checked me. She said I was at 5-6cm dilated and 100% effaced (my cervix was nice and soft). I asked for drugs right away, and she went to call the anesthesiologist. I also asked if I could have something now, but she said that it would be best if I waited since I was getting the intrathecal.
By then the contractions were awful. I wasn’t really paying attention to anything and really struggling to maintain my breathing, keep my eyes open and focus on anything. Everthing I did hurt like heck. I tried rolling onto my side, but that made it worse. I yelled and moaned at some points and begged the nurse to “help me." It had been about 15 minutes since she called the anesthesiologist and DH and I were getting anxious. The nurse tried to reassure me that she was on her way. I was in so much pain, nothing seemed to be helping. I was so sore, I began crying out during the contractions and said against my own better judgment, “I cant do this!” several times.
The nurse and DH tried to reassure me that I could, but nothing seemed to be helping. I guess the doctor heard me yelling, because she came in. Her name was Dr.B. They were finally going to give me some morphine to take the edge off, but she wanted to check me first. As soon as she checked me, she told the nurse, Ellen, in a frantic voice, “never mind, she’s fully dilated, she’s ready to push!” (it had only been about 15 minutes since the nurse said I was at 5-6cm). By then I was in so much pain, I didn’t care what the heck happened. I was aware that it was too late to get any medications and somewhat terrified of it, but my body just took over. As Dr. B and the nurse scrambled around the room trying to get their instruments, the doc told me to breath through the next contraction. I exclaimed back, “I have to push!” and she said ok, do it. DH held my right hand and I began pushing. I could feel the baby coming down and into my vaginal canal. With that first push, I’m pretty sure the baby crowned. I also remember feeling a poppin sensation and warm water gushing out. My water bag broke on that push. The doctor said just one or two more pushes and the baby would be here.
I pushed again, and kept pushing. The doctor again reassured me that baby was almost here and asked if I was still having a contraction. I didn’t know, all I knew was that I needed to push. So I pushed one more time and the baby’s head was out. I think I could feel the tearing (I tore in 2 spots, above and below), it was like a burning sensation, but with all the pain I had been enduring with the contractions, it all seemed to blend together. When the head was out, I didn’t see anything (I was in too much pain and there was no mirror), so don’t know if the baby had an umbilical cord wrapped around him or not, but they asked me to stop pushing, and I was able to briefly do so, but the urge to push came again. I pushed and the rest of his body came out and they said, “It’s a boy!” and put him on my chest.
He cried right away! He was all chubby and pink. He look very good and the nurse said he had an apgar scoreof 9/10. I was so exhausted and overwhelmed by the whole delivery I was sobbing with exhaustion and tears. From the time I checked in to the hospital and the time the baby came was only 40 MINUTES!!! Much more different than with Kaua. We didn’t have time to call anyone!
I got to hold the baby boy while they wiped him up and DH cut his umbilical cord. DH kept saying that I did so good and that I did it without drugs. I couldn’t believe it too!!! I’m glad it happened so fast, because it hurt like heck!!! I felt embarrassed at how much moaning and screaming I did, but thankfully, that was only for about 10 minutes and likely through only 3-4 contractions. After he came out, I told the nurse and the doc, "Yay, I'm not a bitch anymore!" They said no worries, it comes with the territory and they are used to it.
I delivered the placenta (which hurt a little too) and was shaking in awe and adrenaline. The doctor said that was pretty common for very fast deliveries because the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins with no where to go.
Now I sit in my post partum room. It is 12:47 am on August 4th. DH has gone home (hospital rules, only the mommy can stay, spouses/partners have to leave, WTF right?!). Mom had come after we gave birth and she also went home. I’m sharing the room with someone else who has the window. Oh well. (She ended up being someone I knew from grade school and soccer. She discharged the next day so I got the room all to myself the 2nd night).
Baby is in my arms, sleeping peacefully as I type this. I’m still kinda bleeding a lot and am supposed to monitor it myself. (I got a lot more pampered at the other hospital where I gave birth to Kaua…they do everything for you). Without DH here to help, I feel kind of limited. It’s hard to move around. I don’t even know how I’m going to sleep!!!
We’ve got some major brainstorming to do tomorrow. We still haven’t picked out an official name, although, I’m pretty sure his first name will be B.l.a.z.e. DH gets to come back at 8am. We made arrangements for Mom to watch Kaua in the AM and gram in the PM. Hopefully, he’ll be able to visit too. I’m not sure how he’ll react to having a new baby brother.
I’m going to check my pads one more time while I try to pee again then hopefully get some shut eye.