Sophia Hazel's Story
Stationed overseas in Germany with the army, my husband and I had been through quite a bit in the year we had been here. Within four months of moving here, I had suffered my second and third miscarriages and had Jonathan deployed to a combat zone.
Times were stressful, and being so far from family was just adding to the stress levels. Finding out I was pregnant again only six weeks after having him home, Jonathan and I were both scared of having another miscarriage.
The pregnancy was difficult, with spotting in the beginning, vomiting four to five times a day, migraines, and by 36 weeks I was ready to deliver our baby. I was already 2 cm. dilated, having Broxton-Hicks for hours on end…. or so I thought. Jonathan had a 24-hour shift coming up and I had all the signs of early labor. I was afraid I’d be in labor and not be able to get to the hospital, which was more than an hour away. Luckily, after about seven hours the contractions stopped, and Jonathan was on his way home. My best friend was also pregnant at this time, three weeks further along than me, and she called to let me know her water had broken and they were on their way to the hospital. We went down to keep them company and I had to be admitted for a severe migraine. As I was getting ready for discharge, the doctor decided to scrape my membranes, and found that I was about 3.5 cm. dilated. “Labor should start any time,” she said.
We went home, I lost my mucus plug and was having contractions every seven minutes. It was almost time to go back to the hospital. The next morning I had a doctor’s appointment with another doctor in the office, and she felt I was still in early labor, but not far enough along to admit me. The baby was at a -3 station, so home we went again. I really thought this was never going to end. I was so tired from not getting any rest in the course of the last five days. My contractions were mainly in the middle of the night and all I wanted was a good night’s sleep. After a hot shower, I was about to take a nap when I thought I had to go to the bathroom. I thought I was leaking from my water bag, which the doctor had told us was bulging, so back to the hospital we went. Seeing the doctor from the earlier evening, she scraped my membranes again. I was now at 4 cm. and having regular contractions, but my water hadn’t broken. She sent me out for a walk and was worried about sending me home for fear we wouldn’t make it back to the hospital in time.
Later that afternoon, I was finally admitted. My contractions were strong, but not too painful and everyone was sure my water would break any minute. By midnight I was on Pitocin and still waiting. By the morning, my pulse was so high (111), the monitors couldn’t tell the difference between my pulse and the baby’s, so my water was broken and internal monitors were put in to measure both the baby’s pulse and the strength of my contractions. Once my water was broken, I was in intense pain, all in my back. Stadol was the only thing they would give me, still being only 4 cm. dilated, and it didn’t help at all.
After four hours of hard contractions and a shift change in doctors, my OB/GYN was now on call and she said that since I hadn’t dilated at all since I was admitted 24 hours previously, it was time for a C-section. I was actually thankful at this point, the pain and lack of sleep were bringing me to my breaking point. I was prepped for delivery with an interthecal, similar to an epidural, and my husband was brought into the delivery room.
Within five minutes our little girl, Sophia Hazel, was born at 12:24 p.m. She was a bit small, six pounds, one and three quarter ounces, but absolutely beautiful! We now know the she was head-up instead of down which, coupled with my pelvis shape, prevented her from dropping.
Recovery time for me was minimal, I am a bit overweight, but had made a point of walking every day of my pregnancy. I went home about 36 hours after delivery feeling pretty good. I really didn’t need the percocet provided by my doctor, and since I had steri-strips instead of stitches or staples, there wasn’t any pulling pain in my abdomen. The nurses told me as I was cruising down the stairs, I looked better than most of the other mothers on the ward who’d had vaginal deliveries!
Sophie is now a year old, and Jonathan and I can’t wait to add to our family. After researching VBAC, I have decided to have a scheduled C-section, my pelvis isn’t going to change shape, and there is no reason to repeat our last delivery.
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