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My Daughter's Birth Story - Part 2

  • eev80
  • Aug 8, 2022
  • 4 min read

There's nothing like being wheeled into a hospital room sitting in, what can only be described as a 'temporary' wheelchair (green metal with black plastic seat), with 2 or 3 nurses staring at you and your trailing puddle whilst your husband offers to clean up after you, hahahaha. What a scene!


How did I feel? Confused, excited, unsure, shocked, nervous. I will say this for certain - and I know it is different for everyone - I couldn't believe how much amniotic fluid was coming out of me. It is no wonder I gained 72lbs over my pregnancy. After I got cleaned up, changed into a hospital gown and cozy in bed, I continued leaking and gushing for a very long time.


April 1 - just after noon hour

Well, we settled into our room and made our first joke about our daughter being born on April Fools Day. For those that know us, that would be very apropos. For those of you that don't know us, I'll have to write a blog post about our luck, or lack thereof.


We called family to let them know that we had been admitted and told them we'd keep them up to date. We really didn't want to have anyone at the hospital because to be honest, I just thought that was weird. Side story - when I was much younger and my first nephew was being born, we were literally right outside the door as my sister was giving birth. Cool I guess at the time, but after years, and now being in that situation myself, having people wait at the hospital just wasn't for me; proximity to the room or not.


It was a long day of waiting and trying to understand what was going on. I wasn't in much pain which I thought was a bit strange but I guess that was to be expected when you're being induced? I'm asking because I still don't know. Ok another side story here - I felt and still feel that I wasn't told everything I needed / wanted to know during the entire birthing process. I feel like I was kept at bay and was only told what 'they' thought was best for me or what they 'wanted' me to know. I feel as though there is a very fine line of what they can and cannot share due to liability and complications but, to this day, I still feel like things were kept from me. You'll understand more in the coming blog parts.


It's still April 1st. I was progressing, but very slowly. At this point I was starting to wonder how long a baby can be in the womb without amniotic fluid. I'd continue to wonder this for a very long time. The nurses would come and go as they checked my progress. If you're a mother, I know you all know this but, oh my, when you are being checked, boy do they do a thorough job of it. It is so uncomfortable. That is all I will say about that.


I only had two requests when it came to giving birth; 1. I'd like to experience as much of the labour as I could without an epidural, and 2. I'd like to not have a c-section if at all possible. The issue I was having however was that I wasn't really progressing. Late on the evening of April 1, they said that I should probably get an epidural sooner than later because they wanted to increase the medication that would help with the progression of labour. This of course would be painful. The anesthetist was available and making rounds until the wee hours of the morning and then would be off. So, epidural time came around 1:30am for me.


The epidural on April 2 in the wee hours of the morning

There's a lot to be said about bedside manner. The doctor I was blessed with to administer my epidural was a joker to say the least; and not the good kind. Yes, I know he does these all day long and he doesn't know his patient history, nor what they've been through up until that moment. But, c'mon man, let's recap; it was approximately 1:30am, I started my induction journey 2 days before that moment, my water had broken in a grand display in the hallway of the hospital, I was tired, I was uncomfortable and most importantly, I had no idea what to expect nor did I really know what was going on. Let's continue. He seemed new at this. He complained that my vertebrae were too close together and proceeded to repeat the instructions of what position I needed to be in so that he could be successful. Um, I don't think he had ever been pregnant before because telling a pregnant person to try to bend in half MORE is really not something easily accomplished.

Anyway, it got done, much to my chagrin. It wasn't painful per se, it was just, uncomfortable (not helpful, I know). The nurses showed me how to work the 'golden' button (for a top up when I needed it), and voila. We got back to sleep.


April 2

Morning arrived with little action or progress. But, I believe that the induction drug dosage was increased because I had my epidural in place. So, today was the day. Today we were going to see progress. I also caved and asked my husband to call my mother. I still didn't really want anyone around but I knew she'd want to come and the support was nice. We called the rest of the family to update them and sat tight to play the waiting game some more.



My Daughter's Birth Story - Part 3 is on the way - sit tight!



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