Friday, June 20, 2014

Birth Story



(To write this post, I took the timeline that I posted on my personal facebook page (in bold), and added a few memorable conversations from that night)

At 12:30am I started having contractions. They were 7 minutes apart. 
"Honey, this could be the real thing!! We might be having a baby tomorrow! If the contractions don't stop."

At 1am (30 minutes later) they were 5 minutes apart and I couldn't talk through them. I hopped in the shower, but they only got more intense. 
"...Or I could be having the baby in this shower."
At 1:20am our friend/sitter arrived to watch Syndil as she slept. She was certain we wouldn't make it, and called 911 in case we had to stop on the way.
"Um, hi. My friend is in labor, and driving to the hospital, but I don't think she is going to make it. If you see a car parked on 270 between here and Bethesda, stop to help her deliver the baby!!"
At 1:30am my contractions were less than a minute apart as we drove over 85mph to the hospital. I was trying desperately not to push.
"I'm sorry, we are on divert. You will have to go to the nearest hospital."
"Um, you ARE the nearest hospital, we are 3 blocks away! And she is pushing!!"
"I'm sorry sir..."
"I can't hear you! She is screaming too loud! We will be there in 3 minutes!!!"
At 1:45am a team of doctors was running through the halls as fast as they could go yelling "Don't push!!" I was screaming in the wheelchair, because how was I supposed to stop? My body had taken over, and was pushing by itself.

At 1:50am they put me on a bed, and I was dilated to a 10. 
Three seconds later he was crowning.
"She is at a ten!" the doctor yelled.
"Ok, try not to push-"
I screamed, and shook my head. "Too late, he is coming NOW!"
He looked down, surprised. "He is crowning!"
The 15 doctors and nurses in the room froze for a second, then frantically started running around.
"I can't get the IV in!!"
"Where is the pediatrician?? She is GBS positive!!"
"Get her feet in the stirrups!"
Kurt ran into the room. He had to park the car before running up, and almost missed the birth.
"I thought, oh gosh, this is her worst nightmare. She is on her back, her feet are in stirrups, and there are over a dozen people in here. And her Doula was still in the parking garage!"
4 pushes was all it took. 
At 2am our little guy came flying into the world.

What a wild ride




Once it was all done, I looked back over the past 2 hours and thought "No way did that just happen."


With Syndil, I was in labor for 28 hours, so I did NOT expect this!!

I was 40 weeks, 5 days, with an induction scheduled for Monday. Ha.

We are so excited that he is here, and he is healthy. And that we didn't have him on the side of the road. It was so close. If there had been any traffic, we wouldn't have made it. And living right outside of DC, at any other time there would have been traffic!

I tore pretty badly. With Syndil, they did an episiotomy. With Leo, I tore through that, and way further. 

After an hour of skin to skin and nursing (while trying to ignore the team of doctors huddled between my legs) they told me there wasn't enough light, and I'd have to go to the OR for repairs.

Kurt got to do a little kangaroo bonding time with Leo while I was gone. It's our tradition. He also hung out with the Doula, who had arrived about 5 minutes too late.

Those repairs. Sigh.

I didn't want a spinal, and I had eaten too recently anyway. My anesthesiologist opted to do a light sedation, with lots of lidocaine injections. I have never been so high :) He and the nurse kept me entertained, while monitoring my pain level. I can't remember a lot of our conversation, but I do remember laughing a lot. 

Afterwards, my nurse was in raptures.

"It was just amazing. I am so glad I got to see that. The repairs they did, it was like a work of art."

"Oh...good..."

When the main doctor came in to discuss my repairs (and go over the possible need for additional surgeries in the next few months), the nurse told him he had created a masterpiece.

"Well, I don't know about that. But I will say, it was like a jigsaw puzzle. It took three of us to figure out what went where."

Um, what...? 

Kurt looked just as confused as I did. How many pieces were we talking about here?

The things you never expect people to say about your vagina.

The rest of the stay was a blur. It didn't fly by or anything, I was just on a lot of pain meds, and some narcotics. But man, I loved that place. If you are in the military, and you have the option to deliver at Walter Reed, do it. I am in love with their L&D department, and I know a lot of women who feel the same way. Their OB department sucks, but L&D? I'd go back in a heartbeat. 

Syndil wasn't too sure about Leo. When she visited in the hospital, she had no interest in touching the baby. But now that he is almost 3 weeks old, she loves the little guy.

And I do, too.




Wednesday, June 11, 2014

He is here



Leo Oliver
Born 8lbs 14oz, 
21 and a half inches long


I am so in love.

Birth story tomorrow.


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Would you ever eat your placenta?



Not going to lie, people. It grosses me out- a LOT. But...I might do it anyway. In pill form- not with a chisel from my freezer. I need to draw the line somewhere.

But why draw it here? Why not on the other, more normal side of this issue? Good question. And I'm not sure of my answer. I'm feeling very conflicted.

A large part of me (most of me) thinks this is the stuff of nightmares. 

So why even consider this?? Well, there is a big history of both post partum and clinical depression in my family, and I need to be closely monitored post partum (by choice). 

The tricky thing about depression is, when you are depressed, sometimes you can't see how bad it is until you are looking back- when the view is terrifying, because you can see just how close you were standing to a dangerous ledge, and how tempted you were to just step off. 

So, even though I may think I'm fine in the moment- I could be wrong. And the hormones in the placenta are supposed to be tailor-made for your post partum needs. Which, that makes sense, since your body made them (ew).

I actually had no ppd issues with Syndil. But my mother's battle started with her second kid- me. 

So, there is that. 







Other reasons I'm considering this: 

It's, um, healthy and stuff? Ok, I haven't really looked into other benefits. The depression one- that's the main reason for me.

But I really don't know if I can hack it. Without hacking it (ha. sorry.) 

Could you do it? Have you done it?

HAVE YOU PREPARED IT YOURSELF??? 

Honestly, I can't cut raw chicken without gagging- it just feels too much like what I imagine human flesh would feel like. So to actually prepare human flesh...?

Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But, you know, kudos to those of you who can do it. Also, to those of you who can touch raw chicken. Neither of these things is easy.

So, what does it come down to?

My stomach and mind rebel at the idea of eating a part of my body. If my arm was stuck in a trap and I was going to have to chew it off, fox-style? I would probably just die instead.

But, PPD is no joke. And this could help.

Thoughts?


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