Birth Story from Oct 19th 2020

So my second child was born October 19th 2020, the day after my 25th birthday, at 11:41 pm. I figured I might as well post the story, as I’m 22 weeks pregnant with my 3rd baby now and her story isn’t far away.

I went over with my second to almost 42 weeks. I had an induction date for October 20th, and was just waiting for that. On October 18th I was up late spending time with my fiancé because it was my birthday, and then I also decided to clean house and try to get the last minute things done since I was being induced. I swept, mopped, all that. By the time I was done I was ACHING. I went to sleep shortly before sunrise and woke up just a few hours later in pain and SWEATING profusely. I was surprised how quickly it happened with what seemed to be no warning.

I went downstairs and took my oldest to my mom who was staying with us at the time, and told her I was going to get ready because it was time to go. Before we could even leave I had to throw up from the pain.

My fiancé got me out to the car and I didn’t even have time for a jacket, I was so hot and sweaty but then I was getting chills from it being so cool outside that morning. We drove to the hospital and I barely remember them getting me from the front to L&D. Getting checked in was a blur because of the pain, but then I was in bed and hooked up to an IV. They checked me and there wasn’t much going on yet, and as time passed and I was rehydrated via IV, the pain subsided.

They probably would’ve sent me home had I not already had an induction date for the next day, but here’s where everything started to go downhill and create an unforgettably terrible birth experience 🥴

My doctor for that day came in while a nurse was in and did not speak to me. Spoke ABOUT me to the nurse and went on her way. I thought it was odd but didn’t really have the energy to question it and just figured she was in a hurry and would talk to me later.

They wanted to break my water but they were gonna wait until I dilated more, cause I was still contracting. The nurse, however, did not seem to know what she was doing and wasn’t great at checking me.

It seemed every time the doctor came into my room she would speak to the nurse ABOUT me but never address me directly. This happened the whole day and night, and I have no idea why because I had never met this doctor before (I went to an office where there was a rotational group and never met her in office).

When they broke my water it was quick, rude, and then they left me in the soaked gown and bed for way too long. Unfortunately my partner could not advocate for me in the moment because he is neurodivergent and has an incredibly hard time speaking up. I couldn’t advocate for myself because once my water was broken, I was in extreme pain from contractions.

I asked for and received the epidural and during the procedure they allowed SOMEONE ELSE to just walk in the room and talk to the anesthesiologist. I know from having my first baby this is supposed to be done in a sterile and undisturbed environment so I was shocked, but again, in too much pain to speak up. While getting the epidural my fiancé was in front of me holding my hands and I was profusely leaking amniotic fluid ALL over him, when the nurse standing nearby noticed it was a little green tinged. This apparently didn’t alarm ANYONE on staff. 🥴

As time went on, the epidurals affects wore off almost entirely the same as it did with my first child’s birth. I was screaming and crying in pain and my nurse checked me and said I was at a 10. The doctor came in ready to go and said I wasn’t and then reprimanded the nurse IN FRONT of me and my partner, embarrassing her and telling her she was not allowed to do checks on the floor the rest of the night. Granted she was terrible at it, but that’s not a reason to do all that to her in front of a laboring patient.

They left the room and I went back to crying out in pain and the nurse actually came in to tell me to get it together and stop yelling. Like ???? I have literally no control over it at this point, it’s all involuntary from the amount of pain I was in. If you know, you know.

They had me use the stupid peanut ball, but I am short and fat and that thing wouldn’t stay between my legs. I couldn’t adjust it myself because one of my legs was entirely numb, and it was all around the worst thing I’ve ever used.

FINALLY I felt that familiar feeling of my body beginning to push on its own. The nurse came in and took a look, even though she wasn’t allowed to check, and that was when she saw that my baby was apparently crowning, and she started screaming at me to stop pushing. Like girl, glove up and catch this damn baby. I don’t know how the doctor and team made it in in time but they did, and my baby practically shot out. He was 23 inches long, so there was more baby than they expected.

After that, once I didn’t have to deal with that delivery team anymore, every thing else was fine.

That was until I found out last week at my doctors appointment he had should dystocia and no one said ANYTHING to me about. It was charted, but never once said to me. He also tilted my uterus and I wasn’t told that either until this pregnancy. 🙃

Unfortunately I have no options but to deliver again with that hospital, but I do go to a different office now!

Here’s to Noah Parker Adams 💙 getting you here was rough, but you have been so loved from the start.