Megan’s Birth Story

Megan’s Birth Story

Mama: Stephanie E.

Stats: 8 lbs., 10 oz.

Type of Birth: Vaginal

Birth Location: Hospital

Primary Care: Obstetrician

My pregnancy was a fairly easy one. I had mild “evening” sickness throughout my 1st trimester but other than that, it was smooth sailing. My due date was July 12th, 2012. Since my mother was worried that she would miss the birth of her first grandchild, she travelled five hours to our place about a week before I was due.

On July 11th my mom, husband and I decided to go to a store that gave you money in exchange for books and movies. We were moving to the Halifax area from Toronto in October and figured we should try to decrease the amount of things we had to pack up. It was ridiculously hot, around +30 degrees Celsius and by this point I was definitely ready to not be pregnant anymore.

After going to the trade and sell bookstore, where they bought only a few of our movies, we went across the street to a mall to have lunch. By this point I was feeling tired and achy, not really any different from how I’d been feeling for a few weeks prior. 

At around nine pm, I started getting cramps unlike any I’d ever felt before. By 11 pm, they were getting more intense, but not unbearable.

My mom went to bed, my husband was working at his computer and I decided to lie down and see if changing positions lessened the pain. It didn’t. I moved over to the couch as the cramps became more frequent and started timing when each cramp (I wasn’t sure they were contractions) started.

At about midnight, they were coming every 20 minutes or so. Just before one am, they were happening ten minutes apart; my husband looked at me and told me that if I felt pain again five minutes later we were going to the hospital.

Sure enough, exactly five minutes later I felt excruciating pain. My husband woke up my mom and we headed to the hospital. I checked in at the front desk, and she dispatched someone to come check me.

Even though I was in so much pain, all I could think of was how embarrassed I would be if it turned out to be nothing and I was sent home. I ended up being five cm dilated! I had made it clear that I had wanted an epidural as soon as possible so a nurse went to check with the anesthesiologist when I could get it.

Time went on with no relief; I was brought to labor & delivery where the nurse came in and told me that I would get the epidural “soon.” To this day I cringe when someone tells me that!

We were told that women were having cesarean sections and needed the anesthesiologist before me. I was getting really upset because by then I was having contractions pretty much every minute.

Finally, at five am the anesthesiologist came in and gave me the epidural. I felt a million times better afterward. From then on, I didn’t feel anything really.

I had a catheter inserted and periodically a nurse would come in to empty my bladder which was really weird. I was told that my doctor was sick and wasn’t going to be able to be there for the birth, but I wasn’t really bothered since I knew I was going to get great care and I did.

At noon (on my due date) the doctor came in to check me and said I was eight cm dilated. I was so happy I was getting so close at meeting my daughter.

A couple of hours later and different doctor came in and asked me how I was feeling and I told her what the previous doctor told me. She checked me and said I was five cm dilated.

I was crushed and confused. She told me that I was probably having a contraction when the other doctor checked me and that was maybe why it seemed like I was further along than I was.

By four pm, the doctor put me on Pitocin to progress the labor. A nurse came in to empty my bladder. Soon after, the doctor came in and checked me and looked up and said the baby was right there –that my full bladder was probably blocking her!

I had one doctor with me and two resident doctors as well. They told me it was time to push. Because of the epidural I still couldn’t really feel anything in that area so I did my best. I was asked I had felt the need to push but I honestly didn’t know so I would just guess (which could have been the reason for my subsequent tearing.)

Even though this probably sounds ridiculous, I was so nervous about having a bowel movement on the table that I wasn’t giving it my all, but I was too embarrassed to tell the doctors that. After 45 minutes of pushing they told me to take a break.

About 30 minutes later another doctor came in and suggested I change positions so I turned onto my side and pushed for about 25 minutes –after years of watching births on tv and movies, I was expecting them to say “her head’s out, here come the shoulders” and so forth but instead she came out all at once!

Megan Edith was born at 6:16 pm on her due date, July 12th 2012. She weighed 8 lbs 10 oz and measured in at 20 ½ inches long. As much as I wish I could say that Megan’s first moments were precious, I was being stitched since I had a 2nd degree tear.

I understand that it was necessary, but it definitely was a conflicting feeling. I was holding my brand new baby daughter but at the same time I was being worked on and my epidural was finally wearing off.

I was brought into the maternity ward, where we stayed in a semi-private room (even though we had requested a private room.) I was having a difficult time breastfeeding; Megan had a really strong suck and it hurt a lot.

Nurses would come in around the clock to help, but they were really aggressive in my opinion and would literally tug at my breast and shove Megan onto my nipple. We still weren’t successful after being at the hospital overnight so we were told I would have to stay another night to try and get Megan to latch properly.

I was so upset –I was deliriously tired and annoyed and just wanted to go home. After meeting with the lactation consultant and going to a breastfeeding class we were told we could go home.

We continued with breastfeeding for two days until I decided that it was just too painful. I was also beginning to resent my baby –I would be watching TV and staring at the clock beneath it thinking, “in two hours I have to go through this pain again… in one hour… in 30 minutes…” I was just not enjoying the experience.

Maybe it would have gotten better, but to me it just was not worth it. I was unhappy and not enjoying my first days of motherhood as much as I could have been. Before starting another session, my mom looked at me and said “honey, go make her a bottle of formula.” I did, and felt a weight lift off of my shoulders.

I definitely wanted to breastfeed, but I don’t regret stopping so soon. I was terrified that I would get the “breastfeeding is better” lectures and I certainly did. When we went for Megan’s first doctor’s appointment, the resident doctor brought me to tears talking about how I should be breastfeeding for my baby’s health.

My doctor (the one who was sick and couldn’t deliver Megan) came in and I was so scared she would say the same thing. She was so great! She told me a happy mom equaled a happy baby and from that point on I knew I made the right decision.

I’m not one to say formula is better for baby than breastfeeding or vice versa. My advice would be to do what’s right for you and your baby and you’ll both be better off in the long run, no matter which path you choose to take.

 

Guest Mama Stephanie is a 31 year old stay at home mama to sassy almost 8 month old Megan, and almost 4 year old Bella, her black Lab. In her spare time (when Megan is sleeping) she enjoys spending time with her husband (who’s a chief estimator for a construction company,) browsing the internet, shopping, reading, and crocheting. Megan’s Birth Story

 

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2 Responses to Megan’s Birth Story

  1. What beautiful pictures! Congratulations to you and your family. :)

  2. Pingback: Real Mama: Stephanie Emmott Mama Say What?! | Mama Say What?!

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