“I have what I call Labor Amnesia”
The birth experience of my daughter (now almost 3) and my son (2 weeks old today) is DRAMATICALLY DIFFERENT! Some say when you have your second, things are either exactly the same or completely different. Thankfully my second was much easier than my first.
Giving birth the first time
My daughter was born on the cool morning of December 13, 2015. I went into labor at 37.4 weeks pregnant. She must have been VERY comfortable in there because I was in labor for 14 hours!
First, I lost my mucus plug two days before, then my water slowly broke the morning after that. HOWEVER, I did NOT know that’s what was happening. That night I started having terrible side pain- it was dull, then spiked, then dull again. The thing is, I’ve had this pain before! When I was 27 weeks pregnant, I had that same pain and was hospitalized and monitored for 24 hours because of it. The doctors thought it was appendicitis because the pain was on my right side but after an exam, there was no sign of my appendix being in any concerning condition. EVERYTHING WAS FINE but I was in pain. I was later sent home after the 24 hours and some pain medication that helped. Fast forward, here I am back at the hospital for this pain, now at 37 weeks pregnant and the doctors are wondering what the heck is going on. It took 2 doctors, 3 nurses and 2 hours to figure out I was 4 centimeters dilated and that side pain I was having was contractions. This time real ones, that DID NOT GO AWAY. As soon as the lifesaving nurse (I cannot remember her name. which sucks because she was awesome) figured out the pain was simply contractions, the doctor asked me if I wanted an epidural. With a serious and firmly obvious voice, I loudly proclaimed a quick and simple “YES!”
After 14 hours of labor and my ENTIRE family (my side and my husbands) coming in and out laughing and talking, I finally dilated to 9 cm and the nurses thought it was a good idea to start pushing. With my mother-in-law, my mother, and my husband by my side I started pushing, and to keep it simple, it was HARD AS SHIT! I have never realized pain and struggle like the pain and struggle of trying push out a baby. Even with the epidural.
HERE’S WHEN IT GETS INTERESTING: I have what I call Labor Amnesia. I remember only maybe 20% of this entire thing. Over the years I have remembered a little more but most of the rest of the story is from the information my husband has told me. So, apparently I pushed for about 30 minutes. And she was out. I only remember pushing for about 10. But it was 30. I do however vividly remember as soon as she was out I yelled “give her to me” and Skylin was placed immediately on my chest. I’m happy I remember that because it was a beautiful moment. THEN IT ALL BECOMES A BLUR. I tore because I was not fully dilated and I ended up with chlamydia because of hospital error. To this day I’m still pissed I didn’t retaliate and sue or something. From here all I remember is sleeping, being limp, being super cold because of the magnesium they gave me (which is also what I think is the reason behind why can’t remember things- It’s a powerful medicine), and peeing hurt. I DON’T REMEMBER FEEDING HER or getting up, or family being there, or when they left. It’s kinda freaky actually. We were discharged two days after. When we got home we were greeted by our family, some balloons, and our little teacup chihuahua, Kobe (R.I.P. we miss you). It was nice but all I wanted was to be alone after so any people being at the hospital.
To wrap this up, she didn’t feed too well on her 3rd day being home and we took her back to the hospital. This is when I gave up breastfeeding because I thought the issue was me not producing enough for her. She was treated with antibiotics for an e.coli infection and put under a lamp due to jaundice. So she was sick and tired. We ended up staying in the hospital until December 26th. We spent Christmas in there and it tore me apart. Not only was I emotional for being a fresh mommy, but my poor newborn baby was in the hospital with needles in her and under a heat UV lamp on Christmas. Of all days, my favorite holiday. Thankfully after a rough start, she is now a healthy wonderful 2 year old, and I love her to bits!
Giving birth the second time
This time around, from the beginning of my pregnancy, I was considered a ‘high-risk’ and I SAW MY REGULAR O.B.G.Y.N. AND A SPECIALIST. I had Preeclampsia at the end of my first pregnancy and I was later diagnosed with it again this time too. I was induced at 37 weeks exactly at 4 in the morning and you can bet your bottom dollar I did not sleep the night before. We got to the hospital and started the induction process on October 2, 2018. Before they gave me the pitocin (the induction medication), they checked me and I was already 4 centimeters dilated, so I would have been having him that day ANYWAY! Contractions came fast and hard. I knew in the back of my head I needed an epidural and I finally told them to call the anesthesiologist. They told me she was giving someone down the hall one and would be in right after. The thing is, I was progressing so fast I was scared she would be too late and I would have to push and give birth without one. I was freaking out and trying to breath through the contractions as best as I can.
HERE COMES AMY TO THE RESCUE with the 6 inch needle that saved my life! The epidural was hell to put in but after she got it- ahhh. Well it was “ahhh” until I was lying back too far and I started thinking my chest was numb. My blood pressure went up and I started throwing up so slowly I felt like I was going to choke on my own vomit. I legitimately thought I was about to die! The nurse called Amy back in and she gave me what she called a “needle test.” She got a needle and lightly poked from my stomach up to my boobs in a straight line and asked if I can feel it. I said yes and she told me I was freaking out too much and if I can feel the needle then I’m not numb there. I laughed and eventually calmed down.
I took about an hour nap and then the nurse checked me again. I was at 10 centimeters! She called my doctor and I swear he took a private jet to the hospital because he was there in like 5 minutes and his office is across town. THIS TIME I WAS ACTUALLY COHERENT and I remember every bit of it. I pushed for about 10 minutes and only a few times to get him out completely. It didn’t hurt as much as my daughter did and it was quick and easy! Well as easy as child birth could be. Mason was finally here! Daddy cut the cord and our son was placed on my chest screaming and showing his dimples. “HE HAS DIMPLES” I CRIED! I was instantly in love- again.
As quickly as he came, he went. I tried feeding him and he didn’t want to eat. HE WAS SLEEPING AND DIDN’T WANT TO WAKE UP TO EAT. The nurses looked him over again and decided to send him to NICU. I was sad but optimistic. My husband and I looked at each other with the same silent facial expression that spoke ‘its okay… he will be okay’.
Over the course of the last week, he’s been on an IV, antibiotics due to a pneumonia scare, and oxygen because he was breathing oddly. He continued to have issues eating for about 4 days and slowly picked up his intake. It took him a while but he was finally eating without his tube and off of oxygen, antibiotics and IV. This was the moment my husband and I realized we will soon be getting the heck out of the NICU! After 24 hours being off of the feeding tube and another 24 hours in the room with us, we were finally discharged and we got to go home! Its been rough and extremely emotional for me and my husband but everyday he was improving and growing and making strides with everything he did.
MY SECOND BIRTH EXPERIENCE WAS AMAZING compared to the first, but the aftermath of both wasn’t the greatest. However, Skylin was a trooper and pulled though and Mason did the exact same. He was just a little lazy, like all boys. 😉
Thank God we are home.
Welcome to the world Mason.
How was your birth experience? Tell me in the comments, I would love to know.