I was only joking about being a sissy. I know labor with complications can be very hard.
Giving Birth.
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Sorry. Been around to many "crunchy-granola" people lately.
...I just can't seem to lose my baby weight...
I was there for all three. Grandma was Natural Earth Mother. Didn't want drugs, did fine. First kid labor, six hours, and there's an enjoyable story to that when time and readers' patience allows. Second kid labor, three hours, not much to talk about except the labor monitor tape. Third kid labor, hour and a half.
If you're following the math, labor duration was cut in half each time. I joked that we couldn't have another, because 45 minutes wouldn't be enough time to get her to the hospital.
The third time, on the penultimate ob-gyn visit, the doc said she was somewhat dilated, so it would happen soon enough, but come back in two weeks, and he'd induce. Went back in two weeks, bag packed, and he said let's hold off for another week, and she flat refused. She insisted they get it done. Apparently, she wasn't in tune with the doc who wasn't walking around all day with a bowling ball in his belly.
So we went to the hospital, he punched the water bag, and the contractions started immediately. It went a little like DiO'Bolic 's experience. The willowy, winsome med tech helping us thought we were all cool and lovely, and it was her first birth, so she couldn't wait to see the whole thing and be there with us, and we were enjoying her enthusiasm, too, but... well, it was her lunch half hour. I said, "You'll miss it." She said, no she'd be back, and left.
She missed it. We got taken to the labor room, everyone left the room, Grandma said, "It's happening," (although she didn't say it just so casually, like, "I need to get the mail"). I picked up the phone, snarled at the people at the other end, and speaking of the other end, ran back to the business side of things, and the baby was crowning. I was holding my hands out and wishing I had a catcher's mitt, a basket, something.
The medical crowd suddenly stormed the room, and there was no gowning or scrubbing or anything like that (although we probably got billed for it). The doc took snips and did the epis without a local, and my girl is going, "Ow! Ow!" A few minutes later, we had our little one, all happy to have him, and pi$$ed at the medical types who wouldn't listen to us.
Honestly, I wouldn't have missed any of them. Most profound moments of my life. (And I'm not a tobacco guy anyway.)
If you're following the math, labor duration was cut in half each time. I joked that we couldn't have another, because 45 minutes wouldn't be enough time to get her to the hospital.
The third time, on the penultimate ob-gyn visit, the doc said she was somewhat dilated, so it would happen soon enough, but come back in two weeks, and he'd induce. Went back in two weeks, bag packed, and he said let's hold off for another week, and she flat refused. She insisted they get it done. Apparently, she wasn't in tune with the doc who wasn't walking around all day with a bowling ball in his belly.
So we went to the hospital, he punched the water bag, and the contractions started immediately. It went a little like DiO'Bolic 's experience. The willowy, winsome med tech helping us thought we were all cool and lovely, and it was her first birth, so she couldn't wait to see the whole thing and be there with us, and we were enjoying her enthusiasm, too, but... well, it was her lunch half hour. I said, "You'll miss it." She said, no she'd be back, and left.
She missed it. We got taken to the labor room, everyone left the room, Grandma said, "It's happening," (although she didn't say it just so casually, like, "I need to get the mail"). I picked up the phone, snarled at the people at the other end, and speaking of the other end, ran back to the business side of things, and the baby was crowning. I was holding my hands out and wishing I had a catcher's mitt, a basket, something.
The medical crowd suddenly stormed the room, and there was no gowning or scrubbing or anything like that (although we probably got billed for it). The doc took snips and did the epis without a local, and my girl is going, "Ow! Ow!" A few minutes later, we had our little one, all happy to have him, and pi$$ed at the medical types who wouldn't listen to us.
Honestly, I wouldn't have missed any of them. Most profound moments of my life. (And I'm not a tobacco guy anyway.)
I wouldn't want to do anything that felt GOOD for 25 hours!
I'm surprised you have more than one child!
I'm not good with pain. The Ogre tried to tell me that. Twice I insisted on trying to forgo the epidural. The first time around I actually had time to get it - after failing the Lamaze breathing - I just wanted to hold my breath or scream - at the same time. But it took so well I couldn't feel to push- so: forceps, episiotomy, and a cone headed alien looking baby - but we thought she was gorgeous.
The second time, I insisted I could handle it - no epidural for me. My water had broken for longer than 24 hours, I was 4 cm dilated -so my doctor sent me on to the hospital at 11am. The nurse starts the Pitocin and leaves, the Ogre leaves to go call everyone to say we're having a baby "today", 20 mins I was alone and I was in agony - Pitocin is the worst!! The nurse came in and checked and I was at 10 - no point in the epidural by then. She said, "we don't need a doctor, you go ahead and push", the Ogre came in - I pushed, the doctor came in just in time to catch him and get peed on. We hadn't been in the hospital an hour by the time he was born.
My last was breech and rather than try to do that naturally, I had a C-section. Easiest birth ever. Recovery was not bad either - I've had stitches in way worse places. I'm a fan.
The second time, I insisted I could handle it - no epidural for me. My water had broken for longer than 24 hours, I was 4 cm dilated -so my doctor sent me on to the hospital at 11am. The nurse starts the Pitocin and leaves, the Ogre leaves to go call everyone to say we're having a baby "today", 20 mins I was alone and I was in agony - Pitocin is the worst!! The nurse came in and checked and I was at 10 - no point in the epidural by then. She said, "we don't need a doctor, you go ahead and push", the Ogre came in - I pushed, the doctor came in just in time to catch him and get peed on. We hadn't been in the hospital an hour by the time he was born.
My last was breech and rather than try to do that naturally, I had a C-section. Easiest birth ever. Recovery was not bad either - I've had stitches in way worse places. I'm a fan.
It's funny but my wife and I were talking about this just the other day. We had stopped at the third and then decided to try for a fourth and I remarked that it would be odd not having our youngest son. If you know what I mean.
You'd better have more cookies!
My second, I had a student nurse. (I kicked her teacher out and said the student could continue as my nurse only if she could report to the REAL nurse and not that evil witch. I tried to pick up and throw that monitor machine at that evil thing.) anyway, it was the students first time witnessing a birth....students were not allowed to assist in the actual delivery at the hospital. As my son was born, first thing I saw was the student just bawling. First sound second baby heard was me laughing hysterically.
My third....I went in to be induced. They examined me and said I was already in hard labour. Well, that just made me laugh. I said...it's cramps. Nurse expected it would be a few hours before push-time, if I was lucky. She left the room, and the curtain was still moving and. I turned to my husband and said "it's time". Called the nurse back, told her, she patted my hand and said "it doesn't happen that fast dear". I shrugged, and said OK...but better be prepared to deliver here. (Labour room didn't used to be the same room as delivery.) she examined me again, turned white and hollered for help to get me to delivery.
Again...that made me laugh. Had trouble finding the doctor...he thought he had lots of time and went to do minor surgery. I ended up with a resident....his first delivery. Finally doctor arrives. Doctor and resident were disagreeing about something...DH caught the baby.
My oldest daughter was 3 weeks overdue. I think we got to the hospital around 4 PM and she was born around 8. I'd had an epidural with my first pregnancy and didn't want to have another if I could avoid it so went without. That might have been an error when we got to the pushing part as they had to use forceps to turn her because she was coming out face up instead of down. Too late at that point, though. She weighed 9 lb 5 oz and was 22-1/2" long. I'm only 5'2" when I stand up very straight so how that kid was able to move while in utero, I have no idea! Divorce and remarriage several years later so was about 6-1/2 years between next child. She was "only" a week overdue when the doc suggested inducing. After a day and a half of that with no sign of delivery in sight, I told them to unhook me so I could go home and let nature take its course. Eight days later my water broke but no labor but since I was dilated had to stay at the hospital. Nothing much was happening by that evening so opted for pitocin even after the not so good experience earlier. Worst delivery ever!! The pain was like a tsunami of wave after wave with no break in between. After a few hours of this agreed to a shot of Demerol and within a half hour told my husband to get the nurse and doc because it was time. The nurse apparently didn't believe him/me but once she checked my status went running for the doc. Second daughter was 8 lb 12-1/2 oz but much shorter so compacted into less space. I still have not so pleasant memories of her shoulders coming through. And you know things were as bad as you thought when you hear the nurse saying to another one as she's approaching you that "you're not going to believe this--worst case of hemorrhoids I've ever seen. They're like a cluster of grapes!" I spent a lot of time at the sitz bath "spa". Last child a couple years later--another one over 2 weeks past due date--and another with no meds but once they broke my water things happened too quickly to do an episiotomy. Sigmund, it couldn't have been as bad as your friend's experience but ripping up instead of down wasn't very pleasant either. ow ow ow. He was the tiny one at 7 lb 14 oz.
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I just know that they say your forget "baby pain"...I have never and always compare most pain to that pain. My friends say that they have forgotten, not this chickie doodle.
Unless the mother or child is in distress, the a ceaserean is better for both.
I think it's just that once you have that little bundle you realize it was all worth it.
That lasts until they hit the teenage years and then you wonder how you can give them back until they grow out of it.
...the Ogre peed on the Doctor???....
...I have suggested to Tracy, that maybe we try stuffing em bake in the EZ Bake Womb...and for some reason, all I got was a withering look...That lasts until they hit the teenage years and then you wonder how you can give them back until they grow out of it.
My sis had to have a C-section with both of hers. She wasn't even offered a choice with the second one, which may be par for the course, I don't know.
The first one was the big problem (in more ways than one). He was 2-3 weeks overdue and was 2ft long when he was born. He also got stuck because of his big shoulders. IIRC he was 11lb something.
He even has a little scar right on the tip of his nose from where they scratched him with the forceps as they tried to haul the little bugger out.
I've no idea if she had epidurals with either of them. I presume she must have. The only thing I know for sure about the second one is that my sis started bleeding after the birth and, for a while, they couldn't stop it. That and my niece was born choking out green crud, as she somehow had a chest and lung infection and only just made it.
All in all, though, it wasn't bad for someone who the doctors had said would either never get pregnant or would never carry to term.
The first one was the big problem (in more ways than one). He was 2-3 weeks overdue and was 2ft long when he was born. He also got stuck because of his big shoulders. IIRC he was 11lb something.
He even has a little scar right on the tip of his nose from where they scratched him with the forceps as they tried to haul the little bugger out.
I've no idea if she had epidurals with either of them. I presume she must have. The only thing I know for sure about the second one is that my sis started bleeding after the birth and, for a while, they couldn't stop it. That and my niece was born choking out green crud, as she somehow had a chest and lung infection and only just made it.
All in all, though, it wasn't bad for someone who the doctors had said would either never get pregnant or would never carry to term.
I've never forgotten. While I was alone in agony for those 20 mins with my second I was visualizing my hips being pulled apart by semi - trucks on either side. Remember that seen in The Hitcher - just a different version. Not good for calming yourself during birth.
Moderator - Pitocin is horrid. You're exactly right - there are no breaks between contractions - just constant pounding, pulling agonizing pain.
Sigmund Oh dear God, ripping "up" instead of "down". faints dead away
no, silly, Big Baby Ben peed all over the doctor.Moderator, was that a dry birth? ouchie!
I have a big age gap between my second and third. People that hadn't seen me pregnant weren't sure if he was my son or my grandson.
I have a big age gap between my second and third. People that hadn't seen me pregnant weren't sure if he was my son or my grandson.
Quick post please.
Breastfeeding- I'll bet you dollars to donuts, the father tasted/drank/sipped/suckled the mothers breast milk.
Breastfeeding- I'll bet you dollars to donuts, the father tasted/drank/sipped/suckled the mothers breast milk.