Why hello there friends! First off, I want to say THANK YOU for all the tweets, comments, and Facebook messages congratulating us on Bryn’s arrival! We definitely had a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Our little turkey arriving made it perfect. We got home from the hospital Saturday morning and have been soaking up these first few days as a family of four. Luckily we have my mom and stepdad on hand to help make the transition a little smoother.
Now that I have had a few days to wrap my head around it I am ready to share Bryn’s birth story with you guys. First, it was 95% different than it was with Emmalyne. Second, it was one of the most difficult (and amazing) days of my life. Since there are really two stages to her birth I am going to break it up into two posts. Warning: they will be word heavy and not photo heavy. Taking photos wasn’t really on our minds Thursday 🙂
For the last couple of weeks of my pregnancy I was dealing with false labor on almost a daily basis so when I woke up Thursday morning with contractions every 15-20 minutes I really didn’t think much of it other than that they made my back REALLY hurt. I chose not to wake anyone up and instead labored through them. Around 6AM they were closer to the 5-7 minute apart mark and I told Chris to start getting up and that we might be going to the hospital soon. While the pain at this point was still manageable, I was beginning to be concerned about how much of it was felt in my lower back. I had been thinking Bryn was posterior for a few weeks and it seemed as if that might in fact be the case.
Due to a quick delivery with Emmalyne my OB told us to head to the hospital once contractions were 5-7 minutes apart and lasting a minute to at least be checked so around 8AM Chris and I loaded up into the car for the first trip to L&D. The 30 minute car ride to the hospital was awful and the back pain became much more intense. Contractions at this point were every 3-5 minutes apart. Once we arrived at the hospital we got put into triage and the nurse came in to check my progress. Unfortunately I was still only 2-3 cm dilated. Although my contractions were consistently 3-5 minutes apart she chose to send me home with the instructions to walk for a few hours and take a tylonel. I explained my fears to her that when I get closer to 4cm my body tends to go fast and how was I supposed to know when to come back since my contractions were in the range they were supposed to be. She said I don’t know what to tell you. So we headed home.
Once again, the car ride was awful. There wasn’t anything I could do in the car to help relieve the pain. Sitting through contractions when you are experience back labor is an experience I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. We got home and tried to follow her advice. We went for a walk … one that took over 20 minutes to go around the block. I tried a bath. I took a Tylonel. Nothing worked and the contractions became more intense and the back pain excruciating. We tried to go about making Thanksgiving dinner because I was determined that if I wasn’t in the hospital I would be eating. Contractions were still in the 3-5 minute range and would literally bring me to my knees. I called my dad in tears to ask his medical advice. He told us to head back to the hospital immediately. So we did. Thus began trip 3 in the car ride from hell.
Back in L&D we had the same nurse. She checked me again and now said I was a loose 3 cm. She still chose to send me home even though I was experiencing cervical change and had contractions every 3-5 minutes. I felt defeated. I had no idea why my body wasn’t progressing faster based on the amount of pain I was in. I was crying explaining the back labor to her and she honestly didn’t seem to care. She gave me a shot of something to either end my “false labor” or allow me to rest for awhile. Chris and I headed him for trip 4 in the car. This is the part of the story that I think the hospital got wrong and after talking to multiple medical professionals I am even more convinced. I don’t think I should have been sent home at this point.
Once we got home I was hopeful that the shot would help me rest for a bit. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. By this time it was 3:30PM and the contractions were intense and the back pain unmanageable. I tried every form of relaxation and pain management that we knew but nothing helped. I honestly felt like my back was breaking. By 5PM we were sitting down for dinner. I was crying, my mom was crying, and Chris was worried. After eating I told Chris I couldn’t do it anymore and we had to go back. My contractions were every 2-3 minutes at this point. I also was sobbing about having to get back in the car again. Thus was our 5th car ride of the day.
We got to L&D right around 7PM and shift change. At this point the nurse had never brought the OB in to talk to me. Retrospect? I should have demanded to see him sooner but I wasn’t think coherently. The old nurse checked me and said you’re 3-4 cm and we still can’t keep you. Chris told her we weren’t leaving. Once she left the room I broke down sobbing. At this point the new nurse, and my hero of the night, came on shift. She immediately came into our room and began asking questions. Within minutes she knew that Bryn was posterior and having a hard time moving down the birth canal which is why my body wasn’t progressing quickly. She went and got the OB who upon checking me and hearing our story decided to admit us. THANK YOU GOD.
This was the first point in the day I felt confident that things were going to be ok. From here, the whole outlook on Bryn’s birth changed. That’s where I’ll leave you for now. Part one is the no good/terrible part of the day and part two is the best 🙂