I battled with infertility for 3 years before I finally conceived my daughter. They found out I had gestational diabetes when I was only 16 weeks along. They found out I had anemia when I was 30 weeks along.
I was due to be induced with my daughter on November 15th 2018. It was like any other First Time Moms normal fears. Was the induction going to hurt? How long was it going to take for her to get here? Were there going to be any complications? I really didn’t want to have a C-section so I was very stern on sticking with my birth plan of having a vaginal delivery as long as there was nothing wrong with my daughter.
So the day finally came and I was supposed to arrive at 10 at night on November 15th so they could start my dilation medicine *cervadil* at midnight. So I arrived and I was super excited to finally meet her and get the process going. I didn’t eat much because I was super nervous but I did eat some because I was told that I would get tired very fast. I remember that night before we came into the hospital very well because my aunt had made me dinner to calm my nerves.
I remember the doctor specifically telling me not to take my insulin before I came in because she didn’t want my numbers to drop during labor.
Remind you that with gestational diabetes I was taking over 70 units of insulin a night and 20 units in the morning.
So we finally arrived at the hospital and I’m sitting in the truck sweating. I’m feeling super hot because of how nervous I was. They told us not to bring everything in until she was here because we would be switching rooms. I walk in and the nurses are all super nice and greet me. They walk us back to our delivery room and it’s already set up with my daughter’s name on the board and everything. All I could think was oh my gosh here we go it’s time to finally do what we’ve all been waiting for.
My nurse comes in takes my name takes my birth date, puts my wristbands on, and goes back to get stuff for my IV. It felt like she was gone for ages but when she finally came back it took two different tries to get my IV in because I didn’t drink enough water *my first mistake*.
They started my cervadil a little bit early at 11. We waited for two hours and it hadn’t done much for my dilation so they started me on a pitocin drip.
Smile in the midst of trying to get the right dosage at the right time. They ended up giving me too much too fast. I started contracting every 10 seconds while being only 2cm dilated.
They tried to put a balloon in to open up my cervix a little bit more but it was so painful that I was screaming the entire time that they were putting it in.
I was told to meet with the anesthesiologist as soon as possible to get my paperwork done with him so I didn’t have to do it at last minute when I wanted my epidural done. Mind you I was going in with the idea that I wanted to do this completely natural but it was okay if I couldn’t. So I met with him and not even 10 minutes later I needed the epidural. The contractions were coming too fast and too strong for how far along I was dilated.
So he comes and sets up all of his equipment and we start putting in my epidural. At first he asked me if he had placed it correctly but I could only feel the numbness on my left side so he had to take the needle all the way back out and redo it again. So anybody who’s had an epidural before knows that it doesn’t feel very good but having to do it a second time was much worse.
Finally my epidural is in and it works and I start to feel a lot better. All of a sudden I felt really dizzy and really ill. They checked my blood sugar and it was at a 28. 20 is when you will go into a diabetic coma. So they made me eat something so I wouldn’t pass out. My blood sugar wasn’t budging and it wasn’t going up any higher like it should have which was a big concern for them.
We’re going to fast forward for a few hours if not a whole bunch of hours. It’s 6 a.m. on November 17th and it’s finally time to start pushing because I’m finally 10 centimeters dilated. Perfect timing because my doctor had just walked in to start her shift.
She came in and said how she’s super excited and let’s get things going. About that time my husband runs from the side of me and said “Wait I’ve got to go to the bathroom!” Men in their impeccable timing am I right? So he’s in there and it feels like it’s been 4 hours but in reality it was only about 4 minutes.
We get all resituated and I start to push. At first while pushing all I could think was that I didn’t feel any different and it didn’t feel like anything was happening but my epidural was wearing off and I started to feel everything. Come to find out since I had gotten the epidural so early it was starting to have no effect on me. At that point I didn’t care because I just wanted to get her out safe and sound.
Continuing to push my blood sugar took a nosedive again and I start blacking in and out. Next thing I know I wake up and it’s 2.5 hours later into pushing and they’re talking about doing a C-section because she is down but she keeps popping in and out of my pelvis. They didn’t think she was going to be able to pass through.
I remember freaking out on them and telling them “No we’re sticking to my birth plan because if there’s nothing apparently wrong with her she’s coming out naturally before I ever think about having her taken out of me that way and having to be down for that much longer without being able to take care of her.” Now don’t get me wrong I think c-section mommas are just as strong as vaginal delivery mom’s but I couldn’t handle it.
All of a sudden something just came over me and with the next three pushes she was out. She came flying out too and kicked me twice. At first I didn’t hear her scream but after they cleaned out her nose and her mouth she let out the loudest cry I’ve ever heard. They put her on me without even cutting the cord first and let her lay with me. I remember putting her on my boob to latch and the next thing I know I fell asleep and woke up 2 hours later. They told me that she nursed for a full 45 minutes and that she was a natural.
At that time I was listening to the nurse but I couldn’t quite hear her because I was fading in and out and concentrating on what the doctor was doing. She told me she was continuously putting meds inside because she couldn’t control my bleeding. Supposedly I had lost a lot of blood and she wasn’t surprised. I remember her specifically telling me that iron meds only do so much.
Within the next few hours I was up and walking around and we finally got to move to our other room. That’s when they told me that they were concerned with my daughter’s blood sugar because it kept dropping and then it kept getting really high. They told me that they were going to have to monitor her every hour and poke her poor little foot just to make sure that she was maintaining an equal blood sugar. We had to stay for an extra two and a half days just to make sure that she was okay before we went home.
Now my daughter is perfectly fine and has no problems with her blood sugar. She is a happy 17 lb 6 month old 🙂