Trevor Augustus' Birth Story

My birth story
So, sunday night, I thought I was having contractions again. I stayed up till 430 am monday morning, when i decided i needed sleep. I woke up 2 times to pee in the middle of the night then had to officially get up at 9 am to make it to my scheduled dr app at ten. I was still having contractions when I woke up, but they were milder.

I get to the Dr, and I chose to get checked since i thought i was possibly in labor. I was 4 cm and 75% effaced.

They then told me they wanted me to go over to the hospital to get monitored for an hour since my blood pressure was high. I wanted to go home first and get my bag and such so I could be prepared if the Dr wanted to admit me, but he was pretty insistent that I should get over there to get monitored asap. Since it was abnormal for me to have high bp, i did what he said.

So I go to get monitored, and my blood pressure was being very irratic. The dr told me he wanted to keep me and break my water. I did go ahead and agree to him breaking my water because by this point i was dilating more.

However, my Dr must be a dumb ass. I am 100% positive that while I was up the night before, one of my trips to the bathroom turned out to be my water breaking. I didn't know it at the time, but when he tried to break my water, nothing happened. it seemed like he was all up in my grits for like 5 minutes, but i think it was at most two. Still it hurt REALLY bad. He seemed like he was in a big damn hurry.

anyways, since he couldn't get anything to happen, he placed a vaginal fetal monitor on the top of my sons head to make sure he didn't go into distress from the water thing. That meant I couldn't get out of bed and into the shower. I still had a radius around my bed that I could move and such, though.

BUT I didn't have my birthing ball with me since i couldn't go home and get my things, and my husband forgot to bring it with him when i called him.

All that, plus the fact that Trevor was (unknowingly at the time) facing "sunny side up" instead of facing brown town (haha) made for some terribly unpleasant back labor. So I opted to get the epidural. I was mad at myself at first, but I quickly worked through everything in my head. I had only had less than 4 hours of sleep, I knew the job to come would require me to be rested so I could push him out.

So, I got the epidural, and then rested for a while. Not for long though, the epidural relaxed me so much that I dilated from like 5/6 ish to ten in about an hour.

At 6:30pm I started pushing. I pushed for two hours (and I mean serious bent over double pushing) and he came down the canal a little ways, but then he stopped coming. Thats when the Dr came in and said he was posterior (sunny side up) and that we needed to use suction.

At first I was like, No! I can do this!, but after a little more pushing, I realized that he was not coming out anytime soon. I was running on little sleep, and I knew I was running out of steam fast. So I decided to go ahead and agree to the suction. I'm glad I did because I honestly think it would have taken me another two hours of strong pushing to pop him out.


So, the DR picked up his scissors, even though I had repeatedly told him that 'I wanted to tear. i hollered, don't cut me! He looked at me kinda dirty like I was crazy. He put the scissors down, but a few seconds later when he thought i wasnt looking, picked them back up. My husband just looked at him like, if you use those i will punch you. The dr apparently got the hint as he let me tear.

Then he needed to use some clamps to get the monitor off of Trevors head, and they looked like scissors to me at first and i started to get mad but then i realized by looking in the mirror what he was doing.

sometime around 7 my epi had worn off, so I could feel everything. I knew when my body was telling me to push, etc.

I did tear in 4 places, but none of them are bad tears.

So, then Trevor was born at 8:42 pm Monday November 24, 2008.
7 lbs 6.5 oz 20 inches long

After he was born, the dr started to stitch me without any numbing stuff. i told him 5 times and jenny, my doula, told him at least 3 times that i could feel it. I feel like he was making me "pay" for not letting him cut me.



Anyways, after I was all stitched, and Trevor was weighed and such (with hubby hovering over him, cuteness), they brought him back to the bed I was in and we nursed for 45 minutes. It was amazing. Then the next hour we nursed for 30 minutes.

The longest session we've had so far has been just over an hour. He is my little chow hound, and I LOVE it! We have had no latch problems or anything. He is so smart!

So, that was my birth story!