Welcome to the 4th post in a series of birth stories that will run from August through September, Birth Story Celebration. Keep checking back on Tuesdays and Fridays for new, awesome stories of the miracle that makes us parents! Since I’ve already shared Cabin Girl and Mr. Monkey’s stories, I had to share Cabin Boy’s!
We give our babies nicknames while I’m pregnant. We don’t find out the gender, and I don’t like the idea of calling a baby “It” for 9 months. This baby’s nickname was Peanut.
Peanut’s due date was November 3rd. The date meant a lot to me, as I had miscarried a baby prior to that pregnancy, whose due date was November 3rd of the previous year.
I was seriously hoping for a Halloween baby though. How freaking cool would that be? My wish nearly came true when I was sent to the hospital for an attempted induction with cytotek, as Peanut’s heart rate was dropping and my amniotic fluids were low, a few days before Halloween. Eventually, Peanut’s heart rate normalized and my fluid intake made the nurses happy, so we were sent home with the prognosis of going into labor within 36 hours. No such luck. 3 doses of cytotek and no consistent contractions.
|I did make myself the coolest maternity Halloween costume ever though.|
On Nov. 2nd I took my midwife’s advice and made a Castor oil/o.j. cocktail. I was up about 6 or 7 times during the night to use the toilet (which is the idea, stimulate the bowels to create sympathy contractions and release labor hormones naturally). 7 a.m. I was pretty much pooped out (yup) and my uterine contractions were 4-6 minutes apart. By 9 am they were 2 minutes apart.
My doula got me to the hospital around 10:30 and they admitted me, checked my progress, which was at 2 and 80, stripped my membranes and sent me to walk for an hour. The walking worked and I dilated to 3 and 90 so they broke my water and set me to walking the halls some more. We walked, used the body ball, showered and got in the tub for the next 6 hours to get to 6 cm. Captain had gotten to the hospital a while before then and my mom and sister decided at the last minute that they were coming over, so they hopped in the car to make a 4 1/2 hour drive across the state while I labored. My midwife checked me and I had stalled at 6, so she suggested a small dose of pitocin…
My hopes for this birth were to avoid pitocin completely so as to avoid any higher chances of an epidural and c-section. I also really wanted a water birth but my contractions were so strong and painful, and I was so ready to meet Peanut, that I decided to go for it.
Pitocin and pain killers. My midwife used tetracaine via the IV to give me a break before the pitocin started and fentanyl after the pitocin kicked in, which kept the contractions at about the same pain intensity. I can’t imagine what it would have felt like without the locals giving me a bit off the edge.
Half an hour after they started my IV my mom and sister got to the hospital and it only took about another half an hour after that to get to 9 1/2. My midwife had me push while she put pressure on my cervix with her fingers to bring me to 10.
4 contractions later, with no cutting or tearing thanks to my midwife using numbing cream and stretching me with her fingers to give baby a little extra room, she announced “Here HE is!!” I was in disbelief that Peanut was a boy, my pregnancy had been just like Cabin Girl’s.
He was a super mellow baby; only really fussing when we changed him or gave him a bath. Cabin Girl absolutely LOVED him and never really showed any signs of jealousy or resentment. He looked exactly like she did at birth except he had Captain’s dark hair. And my mom and sister got to be there while he was born which was something I hadn’t realized I wanted until they were there… it was amazing the relief I felt knowing my mom was there.
Also, Peanut is allergic to peanuts.