Noah's Birth Story
My healthy baby boy was born in December 1997, and is now a wonderful 3 year old. I was 38 years old at the time of Noah’s birth. I was single and his father chose not to be a part of our lives and still isn’t. My mother agreed to be my Lamaze partner and was a great help throughout my entire pregnancy.
I was overweight when I became pregnant but managed to keep my weight gain down to only 12 pounds by watching what I ate and attending prenatal exercise classes at my hospital. Despite how careful I was I began to develop toxemia in my 9th month. I endured 3 weeks of twice weekly non-stress testing and urine and blood pressure checks. My due date was Dec. 11th. My doctors decided to induce labor on Dec. 9th and informed me that one way or another I would have my baby on Dec. 10th.
At 8am on the 9th I was admitted to the hospital. I was shown to my lovely LDR room, given a hopital gown and began to settle in. My doctor gave me a vaginal suppository to start the dilation process and I was placed on a liquid diet. I spent most of that day very comfortably watching TV, talking on the phone and receiving guests. That evening at around 7pm I started feeling pretty crampy and uncomfortable and was convinced that I was going to have the baby any minute!
My doctor informed me that it would be quite awhile before we would be hearing from this baby and instructed my mother to home and told us both to get a good night’s sleep. I actually did get some sleep that night despite all the interruptions(checking my blood pressure, checking the baby’s heart rate, or listening to one of the other women delivering a baby-there were 7 born that night!).
The next morning at 8am I was started on an IV drip of pitocin. The contractions were bearable in the begining but less than 3 hours later they became very intense and without much of a rest in between. My doctor checked my progress at this point and I was only 2cm dilated(which was no change from 8am that morning). At that point she broke my water and my contractions really intensified.
Most of the rest of my labor was pretty painful and basically a blur (I later learned that my baby was face up and I was having back labor as a result and he was fairly large). At some point I received a catheter, an internal fetal monitor, an oxygen mask, and medication in the IV to help the pain (ha,ha!).
Thankfully, after a few hours, I had progressed to between 6&7cm. I was now able to receive an epidural! The anesthesiologist who administered the epidural was very short tempered and unsympathetis to my pain (and, surprisingly, a woman). The epidural had very little effect and I really became anxious at this point. I had so counted on some relief from the constant pain. The anesthesiologist returned (a man this time) to administer some more medicine throught he catheter, still with no results.
Unfortunately, by now, my baby started to show signs of distress and my blood pressure became significantly elevated.
When my doctor checked me at around 6pm I was still dilated to only 7cm. She informed me that she wanted to do a c-section in light of my slow progress and the fact that my baby’s heart rate was recovering much slower than just an hour before. At this point I only wanted to know when my pain would be over and how soon I would have my baby.
I was disconnected from the pitocin(Thank God!), wheeled into the OR, and prepped for surgery. I was given a spinal for anesthesia by another wonderful anesthesiologist and began to feel numb immediately. At 7:51pm my beautiful, 9lb, 21-inch baby boy finally arrived!
My recovery was fast but difficult in the begining,and I was not able to nurse my baby as I had planned. But this story has a happy ending… Noah is beautiful,bright, wonderful, happy and the joy of my life!! Would I do it all again? Absolutely! I was initially disappointed in my inability to tolerate pain and in not having a vaginal birth. Now, when I look into Noah’s smiling face I realizeI have nothing to be dissappointed about!
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