My water broke at 6 pm on the 21st last week. Trust me, I was so surprised, but there was not doubt for me that my water had broken. My MW had rang earlier in the day to reschedule my 40 week appointment and had jinxed me by asking me not to go into labor as she had a client at the hospital that had complications, and she need to be there. Then my mother further jinxed me. She had come down for a work conference, and I had tried to get her to stay, but she instead decided to leave and make the comment that as soon as she got home, I would call. No sooner had she walked in the door, then I did just that.
ANYWAY. So my water broke. I decided to take a shower, and see what would happen. My MW felt that I would probably start contracting the next day, so I should shower, eat, and relax. HAHA Once in the shower I started having very mild cramps. I guess my body was ready to go.
By 7 pm I was having contractions. They were about 15 minutes apart, but I had already noticed between the big ones, I was having 2 smaller ones. But I was breathing, and dealing, and very excited.
At this point we called our MW back, and let her know about the contractions we starting and were about 15 minutes apart. She said I could go for a bath and relax. Once in the bath, things really got going. My contractions went from 10 minutes to 3 minutes. The problem was they were not letting up. I started having contractions that were about 10 minutes long with very little down time between them. I was doing my best to work with my body, and tried using the bed, the pool and such, but by this point the pain was really getting on top of me, I just could not seem to find any time to come down off the pain.
When my MW arrived, I was only 1 cm dialated, and after a few hours, was at 2. I was still ok at this point, and labored on. By 12pm or so, she checked me again, and I was still at a 2. I was having long long contractions and very little down time. It was at this point the begging started. I was in sooo much pain, and just could not get on top of it. I knew it was not right. My MW felt it as well.
My mother, DH and my MW ran around gathering things up so we could head to the hospital.
I got there at 1. They did all the paperwork and such, and I soon had an epidural. The doc watch the monitors for a bit, and started me on pit. After a while I was still only at a 3 dilation. My bloodwork came back with a major elevation in my white cell count, and it was then they felt I had a infection that was interfearing with my labor. Even with the epi, and the pit, my contractions were not causing me to dilate. With my waters having broken, merconium being seen, and lack of dialation the doctor, the MW and my DH felt the c-section was the only way to go.
So I was taken to the OR and at 9:20 on the 22nd of May my beautiful son Brennan Richard was born weighing 7 lbs, 8 oz and 19 3/4 long. Amazingly, I was more shocked when they told me he had a head full of hair then that he was a boy.
We are both now home, and doing great. My wonderful MW got Brennan on my breast within an hour of his birth, and he is now a champ at the boob!
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