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Daniel Michael's Birth Story By April |
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Tuesday, 02 December 2008 09:35 |
In a last hopeful effort, just before my husband was to come home, I took a pregnancy test I had left over from a two pack. While in the shower, my husband pops over the top grinning ear to ear! It was positive. This would be my sixth pregnancy. And our first baby.
The entire pregnancy went well. My largest complaint was my doctor did not communicate with me. I was terrified. At every turn, my doctor was difficult and would not explain anything to us. We recieved our only ultrasound at seven weeks gestation. We went on in bliss. Our first child was soon to be.
I had gained seventy-nine pounds!! I had no idea it was so much or that it was dangerous. The last week before I was due to deliver, we switched doctors. This was a pure relief. My old doctor from growing up took us under her wing.
At one week overdue the doctor scheduled one last appointment to check my progression, which so far was nothing-the baby had not even dropped!! It was very hard to wait. It was in the middle of the week, I was one week overdue and looking at even another week or two to go!! Very depressing. I don't have much patience!
The following Sunday, a day or two later, I began to ache all over. My mother, brother and I went to the mall. I began to feel wet down to my knees!! On to the hospital we went. Full of excitement. We were told the water was me urinating on myself. I was told all the things to come back for, if they happened.
For the next three days I labored. The hospital sent me home - saying I was progressing but not enough. I began to loose my energy and strength. Now I would have to say it was the anticipation and ignorance of what delivery would be like that kept me going. And the support of my husband and family.
On the fourth day my doctor said I was dilating and to come back in an hour!! I was only at one then. Three visits later and on into the afternoon I reached two, almost three. She said that was enough and admitted me into the hospital. This was a blur for me. I was so worn out!! I'm sure we all were. My husband, mother, father, brother and aunt Violet all were there the entire time supporting me in shifts or constantly. What a team. And it was completely unplanned!!
I labored for hours upon hours. My way of getting thru these contractions was to focus on a fleck in the tiles on the floor. This was my wonderful mothers suggestion. At approxiamately nineteen hours into the labor I was given stadol to get some rest.
Things were slow through out the entire process. I was exerting so much pressure on the bed rails that I broke them off the tracks. My father and husband then became my two support mates. I could not have done it without them. To all of our surprise my father stayed there all the way even when my husband cut the umbilical cord. He says I paid him back for not being in the room when I was born- they didn't allow the men in back then! My doctor figured the baby was about eight pounds! I was now 198 pounds, when I had originally been 115 with a 21 inch wasitline. I am a tiny person. Perhaps this was why it was so slow or just because it was our first baby.
So my water still hadn't broken and the doctor came that evening, before going out to dinner with her husband, to do it for me. It ruined her outfit it shot out so hard!! Boy did my stomach turn at that feeling. I labored that night and into the morning!! Who knows why it was allowed. It would have been nice to ask about that. Then into the twenty seventh hour I was told I could push!! All around me were so relieved. We thought that it wouldn't be long. Four hours, twenty-seven minutes of pushing went on.
Let me just add that I had been told from other women that when you are pushing and the baby comes out that there is a burning sensation. I never had that - my body was contracting on the baby - pushing him out - and then suddenly I felt this terrible wedging feeling on my hips like someone had a two-by-four and was pushing it on my hip bones. All the feeling of the baby moving out of me stopped. It was excruciating. My doctor did a third degree episiotomy and was looking worried.
The baby was showing stress and the cord was wrapped around the neck. She began to get a plastic device ready called the suction. I was worried now. My mother can be heard whispering that something isn't right. The doctor continues to work furiously. The poor head had such a blood bruise on top from being pushed on for so long. Suddenly the doctor says she sees a shoulder tip, then crooks her finger in the armpit and POP! he flew out.
Daniel Michael Hensel, 8lbs 15 oz 21 1/2 inches!! An ounce away from nine pounds!! Two hours later he was 23 inches long!! No wonder he was stuck!!
He made this pathetic tiny 'beeooo' noise and that was it. Very alert with good apgar scores even though his hands and feet were white. My first words were "Ohh its huge!!" Then "Its a boy!!" How relieved we all were. He has his fathers beautiful blue eyes that always give my the joy to look into that they did that very moment he was born, handed to me and we made eye contact. My sweet special Boy.
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Although we went thru all of that, for the first six hours or so my son and I were completely wired up and visted with everyone!! Mother nature is amazing and God is almighty.
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