Induction turns to emergency C-section (Birth Story FTM)
*This may be long*
On June 15th, one day before my due date, I was scheduled to be induced at 7:00 p.m. On the way there I got a flat, but still managed to make it decently at 7:03 p.m. Paperwork took time, and a room wasn't opened for me until about 9 or 10.
Off we went. My SO and I. I was so excited I didn't want to sleep. I was 0 cm dilated and cervix was thick. They gave me two doses of the pills around 12 (forgot what they were called) and that had helped me dilate to a 2 and was 80% effaced around 8. My doctor came in and broke my water at that time. This is when all hell broke loose.
I was going good. After my water broke my contractions slowly started to come. I really wanted to try for as long as I can to go without pain meds. WRONG. They were coming so fast and strong, every contraction I would grunt and cry. They also had me on pitocin, which made them worse. I kicked everyone out of my room because they kept on asking "are you okay?" and it only frustrated me further. At around 11 I begged for an epidural. HEAVEN! My doctor, didn't check me for dilation every hour, instead he checked me every 4 hours. So four hours from 8 is 12 and by that time I was still at a 2.
My doctor kept informing my nurses to up the iv on the pitocin. He said the more the better. But, after the epidural, my contractions slowed and never went passed a 5. Still, doctor informed to keep her on it.
A nurse came in and said calmly, "Oh lay on your side, your baby's heart rate is falling." ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I began to worry. His heart rate decelerated from 12-2 pm. The nurses never even seem concerned they just kept saying "oh he's okay, no worries." It wasn't until they checked me around 2pm and realized I wasn't dilating passed a 2 that they seem concerned. At this point, heart rate is decelerating and I couldn't dilate passed a 2. It wasn't until my mom and MIL spoke up and asked them to do something about the baby. I couldn't talk. I was so scared I felt numb.
After they spoke up, my doctor told the nurses to prepare for a c-section. I couldn't dilate passed a 2 and my son was in fetal distress. Once they told me, I bawled my eyes out. I was so scared of surgery. Being alive for 17 years, I never even broken a bone in my body. Now suregery?! I cried all up until they wheeled me in the room.
In the room, they numbed me with an epidural again and made sure I couldn't feel pain, just pressure. At around 2:15 I still didn't see my SO. I started to cry and told them I needed him. 2:20, he showed up. All geared up and ready. He wiped my tears as I cried and held my hand as my eyes frantically searched the room scared out of my mind.
After tons of pressure and tugging, they pulled out my son. I saw him in the reflection of the lamp. I immediacy started crying. What got me was I didn't hear a cry like a regular baby. He didn't cry when they pulled him out. I started to ask the anesthesiologist why isn't he crying. She didn't answer. I started to cry and breath so hard my heart rate increased immediately. They told me to breath, but I couldn't. I couldn't catch my breath. The nurse ran and turned up my oxygen and told me to breath: I tried and when I again failed she told my SO that she was going to put me under. She did. And while I was going under I heard small crys and a nurse brought my son next to my head. I didn't see his face. She let his face touch my cheek and I gave him a kiss. After that he left along with my SO.
When I went under, it was like I was asleep. I was dreaming of weird things, yet, I could hear everything going on. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I was numb everywhere. It wasn't until an hour later I fully woke in the recovery room. 3 hours in ththe recovery room then I was transported to my postpartum room. My SO came in along with my son. I couldn't move. Just my arms were allowed to move. I held him and cried and told him how much I love him. The first memory of his face is something I will never forget.
Fast forward the morning of. I can't move. I was told I need to sit up so I can eat. I just couldn't and I cried and cried. I barely got to touch my son last night, I didn't want to go through it again. Eventually, I was able to get up and am now walking and making progress.
My SO has never been more helpful than he has now. He took care of our son the whole night I couldn't move without hesitation. I am now moving and am able to care for my son. My incision is still very sore and I feel some crampiness.
June 16th, my sons expected due date, became his birthday. I am so in love. Being a FTM, I should've kept an open mind about a C-section. You may never know what can happen. Good luck to all the mothers out there waiting for their LO. Once you see their face/faces, you will forever be in love. 💙
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