Anna's Birth Story 1/27/2012
|Anna Hazel Packard--January 27, 2012|
I was wrong.
We had a pretty normal morning. Mom made breakfast for the kids, Karen, and I, and we sat around playing with the boys and taking care of Carmon who we were planning to take to a nearby Urgent Care for some respiratory issues she had started having the day before. Instead of sending her alone, I decided to go with the two of them and see if Karen would drive me by my doctor's office to get checked out before the weekend. I thought Pack might be less stressed over the weekend if he knew my contractions were just false labor ( like i thought they were, haha) and weren't helping me progress. I was still having very irregular contractions, but instead of averaging 10 minutes, they were averaging about 7 minutes. When I called the doctor's office, they said they could see me at about 12:15 to get checked out.
I told my doctor that I was "labor stupid." Since I was induced twice before and never really felt any pre-labor contractions, I felt like I was a first-time mom. I didn't think I was in labor, but I knew something was going on. When he checked me, he said I was about 4 cm dilated, completely effaced, and the baby's head was "way down." He wanted me to go right over to the hospital to get started on the antibiotic and discuss breaking my water to get things moving. I didn't especially want my water broken artificially, but I did want to get the antibiotic in time for the baby to be born and I figured that my only two choices to start labor would be if my water was broken or if I started pitocin (which I definitely did not).
I got to the hospital at about 12:45 and was getting settled in a room by 1:00. The nurses tried to quickly start the antibiotic. The first IV attempt blew my vein. On the second attempt, they tried to be nice and use a smaller needle (even though I didn't complain), but the catheter was too small and it wouldn't reach the spot they needed. On the third time, they finally got it, but by then I felt like a pin cushion. Once the catheter was in, they started me on the penicillin and I waited on Pack to make it to the hospital.
By 2:15, Pack arrived at the hospital. He was shopping at a Food Lion across town that was closing when I called (pretty far away...go figure) and had to leave there to go home and get our bags before he came to the hospital since I didn't bring anything with me. I was so happy to finally see his truck pull up in the parking lot. Him being there brought me instant comfort.
|My Favorite Coach!|
Sometime between when my water was broken and 4:00, I noticed that I was having to breathe through the contractions. I never studied "lamaze" or "Bradley" or anything really official, but a prenatal relaxation mp3 that I listened to regularly helped me to practice a simple breathing technique that seemed to really suit me. I would inhale for a count of three through my nose and exhale for a count of six through my mouth. I also tried to listen to music through the contractions so voices and other noises didn't distract me. The first song I heard when I started listening to Pandora was "What'll She Look Like," by Stephen Speaks. I thought it was amazingly appropriate.
|Breathing and Music|
|Mom didn't have to wait around as long as we thought:)|
At 5:15, Dr. Davis said I could be disconnected from the IV if I wanted so I could move around easier. I didn't really feel like getting out of the bed, but she checked me and I was 7 cm and said that if I walked around, it would help move things along. I felt instantly better when I stood up...
for about 10 minutes...
I was talking to my dad on the phone when I started feeling really "different." I handed the phone to my mom and looked at Pack and said, "Don't give me the phone again!" I'm assuming this is the mind altering state known as "transition." I went to the bathroom again and thought I felt like staying there for the rest of my pregnancy, but knew I didn't want to have my baby in the toilet. When I finally came out, I typed in my notes, "Need to push?" Five minutes later, I updated with "Yes!!!" I had Pack and the nurse help me back in the bed and I asked when I would be checked again because I KNEW something had changed. I thought my back was going to break in half and I couldn't stand up any longer. Pack got our camcorder out, sat it on the windowsill in view of the side of the bed and started recording from there. (Maybe one day, I'll post the video...you can see how fast things happened from that point on for yourself!)
The urge to push was really intense and the contractions were coming with no break in between at this point. My eyes were closed and concentrating so hard on keeping my breathing rhythmic and slow. I kept arching my back to keep from pushing because I didn't want to start pushing too early, but I could tell my body was starting to push regardless.
At 5:30, Dr. Davis came in the room and started gowning up. Shortly after, I was ready to push and it was such a relief! The contractions gave me a break in between (just as they are supposed to) and I only ended up with a small tear. I'm not sure how many contractions I pushed though, but Anna was born at 5:41.
|Dr. Davis (who also has 3 children...2 older boys and her youngest, a girl...named Anna!)|
|Holding my girl for the first time!|
|Daddy's first time cutting a cord:)|
|I have a daughter!!!|