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Every month Beverly Hills Child features a birth story from Birth Stories on Demand.
Today's Featured Birth Story:
Holly's Birth of Hope
Having my first child one week early had really spoiled me. I was one day past my due date and really wanting this baby! Since I didn't know what I was having, the anticipation was just killing me. I went in for a check-up on September 22, (the day after my due date) and everything seems to be fine, my doctor said to come in on Friday, September 25 for a stress test; then he added, "If you haven't had the baby by then." So, Friday arrives and there I am for my stress test. Everything seemed just peachy the heart rate was showing a high (it must want out), but nothing unusual. My doctor said, "Maybe we will see you this weekend, and I'm the one on call. Just don't pull me from my goIf game, o.k." I laugh, and pray that I do go in because he's the doctor I want for delivery (after hearing some not so good stuff about the other doctor in the practice.) A couple of hours later I'm back home and discuss my appointment with my husband. Being the scheduled person that he is; he mentions that I should call back my doctors and see if I can be induced before Wednesday next week, preferably with the doctor of my choice. I knew however that they don't like to do inductions until a good two weeks past the due date - which would be approximately October 1. I couldn't possibly wait that long! I called the doctor and "made up" a situation as if my husband had to go out of town for business and he didn't want to miss the birth. My doctor understood that, and said fine. I asked specifically if he could deliver me, and he said, "Sure." So Wednesday it would be. I felt so relieved, yet still hoped something would happen over the weekend.
Saturday the 26th was a typical Fall-like day in Michigan. Not much sun, moderately overcast, and a comfortable temperature. My husband, son, and I made a run up to the hardware store to purchase a few items that morning. While roaming the store, I started experiencing some minor contractions and low pelvic pressure. I'm sure I had some facial expressions that let everyone know what was going on. We managed our way out and made a few other stops on the way home. The ride was not real comfortable, but I managed to mutter what I was feeling to my husband. Once arriving home, I reclined and watched a little T.V., but still the contractions were noticeable and getting stronger. The telephone rang, and it was some close friends of ours wondering if we'd want to grill out at our place and they'd bring all the food. Of course my husband couldn't resist, but did ask what I felt up to. He made them aware of my situation and said, "For all we know this could be it." They said, "That's fine and we can be there for your son until Holly's parents arrive." Over they came!
It was now around 5:00 p.m. and they were preparing the food. My friend kept timing my contractions as she was setting things up. I figured I better not eat a thing, but didn't want to be starving either. I managed to get 5-6 pretzels in and some soda. It was now after 7:00 p.m. and I was feeling pretty uncomfortable and the contractions were around 5 minutes apart. My husband quickly ate some food and off we went to the hospital.
At the hospital, I was checked in and dilated to 4 or 5cm. The nurse said everything seemed fine and I would probably deliver very soon. She imagined as soon as my water broke things would just go from there. We kept pleading for her to break it, but they are not supposed to. I had briefly considered getting the intrathecal block, however, that was now not possible because I was dilating quickly. So NO DRUGS whatsoever! I did a few hall paces, and two showers; by 11:00 p.m. I was having back labor, really bad directly on my tailbone. Even the intense rubbing my husband was giving me didn't seem to help. Shortly after midnight I was very uncomfortable and dilated around 8cm. I got back into the bed, got all hooked up, and said, "It feels like my water broke now and I have to push!!" It didn't though, but they called my doctor in and he was there within minutes. He broke my water and I had an instant urge to push. Unfortunately there was no time for an episiotomy, but that was fine. He said the head was right there and just a few good pushes was all I had to do now. Sure enough it was. I pushed for a total of 15 minutes. Our beautiful, precious daughter, Hope Elizabeth was born at 1:32 a.m., September 27. She weighed 7lbs., 10.5oz., and 20in.
Though the labor was much shorter than my first child, the pain seemed more intense during and afterward while recovering. It may have been because I had an episiotomy with my son. They say sometimes with the faster delivery, it will happen. Who knows, each one is different.
One thing that we found kind of funny was our doctor’s comment, "Guess I can cancel my induction appointment with you on Wednesday."
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