Every mom has a different story to tell about the delivery of their children. The delivery of my son Taylor was very different from the birth of my twins, Brian and Jean.
Prior to giving birth to my son Taylor, I went to some prenatal classes at the hospital. I was surprised I was the only single mom there but that did not matter. My mom came with me to the classes. There were six or eight classes, once a week. I did not end up giving birth vaginally and that was the focus of the classes but they did give me a sense of confidence leading up to the event. I also attended a free breast feeding class the day before Taylor was born and I found this very helpful as well. If you are not able to attend classes, the nurses are very good at explaining the process as you are going through it.
After being over 37 weeks pregnant and feeling rather large, I was ready to deliver my son Taylor.
My school year had just finished and it was beautiful and sunny all week. At 6:00 am I woke up having to go to the washroom. When I was going to the washroom it didn’t feel like I was urinating and when I moved forward more water would come out. I thought “this must be my water breaking.” I was given a nurses line that I could call 24 hours if I had any questions and so I called to find out what I should do. I wasn’t experiencing any contractions, just that I thought my water broke. The nurse advised me to go to the hospital and get examined and register. So at about 6:30 am my mom came over and drove me to the hospital. My water did break but was I still at a very early stage of child birth. I filled out all the paper work and was advised to return to the hospital when my contractions were a couple of minutes apart or in 24 hours, whatever came first. I stayed home in bed that day relaxing. By 7:00 pm the contractions were occurring more frequently. I was doing my breathing exercises and using one of those exercise balls to assist in working through each contraction. By 9:00 pm the pain was too strong on my back and the contractions were getting close to minutes apart so my mom drove me to the hospital.
Every turn and bump is very unpleasant on the way to the hospital when you are in labour.
I remember screaming and crying at the registration because the contractions were very painful. I was happy that I had already registered earlier that day as I was in no condition to do it then. I was waiting in the assessment area of the hospital for a bed to open up in the delivery ward. I had my mom push as hard as she could on my lower back as the contractions came as that helped ease the pain but they were really painful. The hospital gave me some kind of gas to take to ease the pain but I didn’t think it worked that well because the pain was almost unbearable. It wasn’t till about 1:00 am when they finally admitted me into the hospital. Every hour or so the doctors would examine me but I did not go beyond 4 cm dilated. I was thoroughly tired from all the contractions and received an epidural at 2:00 am. By 6 a.m. I was extremely exhausted and was still only 4 cm dilated. They gave me the maximum dose of I think it was Pitocin to assist in my dilation but it didn’t seem to help and I was being given an antibiotic because I was getting an infection or they were preventing me from getting one since my water had broken 24 hours prior. By 1:00 pm I was still not dilating so we finally opted for a cesarean section.
Taylor was born at 2:53 pm a healthy 7 lb 1 oz baby boy.
With Brian and Jean my delivery was quite different. I knew prior to their birthday that I was going to be delivering via cesarean. I was in the hospital on bed rest and on the morning of their birthday I had some very slight spotting. I didn’t think too much of it but I remember saying to my mom and sister to keep their cell phones near just in case. By 2:00 pm there was red blood in my urine. It scared me and I pulled the emergency string in the hospital bathroom. The nurses came rushing in and I showed them. They had me just return to my bed and lay down. They hooked me up to the monitor to check the heart rates of the babies and everything seemed fine. The nurse sat by my bedside and I started to get contractions. By about 5:00 pm my nurse said it was time for me to go to the delivery ward. She said that she felt I needed to go even though the doctors had said wait. I called my brother to come down to the hospital and I was scared at this point because I still felt it was early for them to be born. The doctor checked me and I was 3-4 cm dilated and they gave me some medication to help the babies. I was also given some medication that may stop the labour from coming on. When I was first admitted into the hospital four weeks prior, they gave me steroids to assist in the babies’ lung development in case they were born then. And just the week prior to their birth they had their second dose of steroids for lung development. I think the medications I took for the babies really helped in their development and allowed them to be so healthy at birth.
My brother contacted my mom, brother and sister and they came to the hospital.
When the doctor came in to check on me she said I was 8 cm dilated and the umbilical cord was partly out. They quickly rushed me into the operating room and yelling we need assistance and it was a big panic. I remember my mom and sister just arrived and they were sitting in the hallway and I was being raced into the operating room and I was crying and looking at them in fear. The nurse had given my brother some overalls, a mask, hat and booties to wear in the operating room. She said just wait here for 20 minutes and I will come and get you to take you to your sister. I was laying down when the doctor was giving me my epidural and I remember feeling this warm water between my legs. My doctor was in the room and I remember saying to her “my water just broke.” She said “what?” I said “my water just broke.” The next thing I knew there was more rush and the doctor said “I don’t know if the anesthetic is going to work yet but we have to get those babies out now!” I just remember thinking oh no I might feel all this. I just held my breath and waited and felt relieved that I wasn’t able to feel the incision. They got the babies out and then my brother came in after. My brother said they were going to come to get him in 20 minutes but he said they came in 10 minutes and the babies were already out. I remember the nurse or doctor saying okay everyone we can relax and calm down now. I wasn’t able to see too much because they place a sheet in front of me.
In one of the pictures my brother took I counted 13 doctors and nurses but there may have been more. I could hear a lot and it seemed like a pretty big operating room.
I also remember the doctor said she was going to take out my old stitches and I was happy; sort of a free little tummy tuck. I don’t remember at what point she told me but the doctor advised me that it wasn’t my water that broke; it was the baby’s placenta (placental abruption) and that was why she had to get the babies out regardless of whether the anesthetic had taken effect or not. She said she did not want to alarm me at the time. I was so fortunate that this placental abruption occurred while I was on the operating table. The next day the nurse and the doctors came to visit me and even they all mentioned about angels and how in every way my stars were just perfectly aligned as everything was in order by seconds. Fortunately, my son Brian was born at 3 lbs 1 oz. and my daughter Ciara was born at 3 lbs only two minutes later. I remember after the caesarean, the nurses had me wait in another room for a while then they took me to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) to see the babies. The NICU consisted of two very large rooms with about 20 beds on each side. It was very loud as the babies were all hooked up to so many monitors and they were all intermittently going off. I was able to stay at the hospital for almost a week after my operation which was ideal as it took me longer to recover after being on bed rest for so long. My muscles were surprisingly very weak. I was also pumping breast milk for the babies every three hours and going down to visit them.
I’m so happy that the deliveries were both successful and the babies were all healthy and alive.
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