A few people have emailed me for the details of The Deuce’s birth, and since all of us women are nosy that way I may as well share everything I remember.
2 Weeks Before Birth:
My OB/GYN was considering an induction but was concerned that the baby may be too small to induce at my due date (The Dictator was 2 weeks late and still only 7 pounds) and ordered an ultrasound to confirm birth size. Normally in Hickville City ultrasounds are a privatized business and you have to go to either MIC or Insight to get them done. Neither could get me in before my due date so I was booked at the hospital to have it done on December 2nd; in hospital they also do a stress test with the ultrasound (thank goodness as you will see).
Start gaining the first of 14 pounds that I will gain in the last two weeks.
2 or 3 Days Before Birth:
I started skipping meals and getting hella dizzy with bad headaches. I just figured this meant that the baby was coming soon and ignored it. Also The Dictator had been sick with the flu for 4 days by this time.
December 2nd 1pm:
Enter hospital for ultrasound. Ultrasound indicates the baby is between 8 pounds 12 ounces and 10 pounds. Ultrasound also shows an amazing amount of amniotic fluid – so much that 3 ultrasound techs came into the room to double check what they just saw.
Me? Shocked at the shitting big baby I was going to be having some day soon.
December 2nd 2:15pm:
Park my but in a hospital bed for stress test. Four of us are in the case room having this done at the same time. Read Twilight while getting tested. No worries.
December 2nd 2:18pm:
Shocked when I see my blood pressure reading 174/101 on the monitor.
I usually have low low blood pressure in the 110/60 range. Figure machine is busted.
December 2nd 3:30pm:
Nurse comes in and sends the other 3 women home. Then she points at me and says she just put a STAT call into the Doctor to come see me. I start thinking that maybe I will be having this baby tonight. Also: start to panic. The Doctor who delivered the Dictator with some glorified salad tongs (and sewed up my 28 stitch disaster down south) comes in and expresses a lot of concern over the amount of fluid versus the high blood pressures and the lack of fetal movement in the stress test. He feels it is highly likely that my placenta is about to rupture and orders more bloodwork and puts me on strict bedrest. I couldn’t even walk down the hallway to the next room they put me in.
December 2nd 3:45pm – 5:15pm:
Call Stewart at work and tell him something is wrong. Stewart runs home, organizes the Grandmas to be with The Dictator, showers, gets the half packed hospital bag sorted out and eats some crap fast food. My Mom drives him to the hospital since my car is already parked there. Meanwhile I am being treated like a human pincushion with all the tests and blood-work that is being done. The Doctor comes back with a heavy dose of Aspirin because of concern of me having a stroke with the high blood pressure and dizziness. Also? I am just slightly freaking out and anxious.
Normally I don’t do the freak out anxiety thing at all.
December 2nd 5:15- 5:30pm:
Stewart arrives. At 6pm they move me to Labour and Delivery for an induction. At 7:30 pm they finally get an IV that works started. Contractions start fast.
Stewart eats a bag a plain potato chips. Smell grosses me out and I make him go brush his teeth before coming near me again.
December 2nd 11pm:
I ask for the epidural before they break my water. Relief at last. My water is broken and there is SO MUCH that my socks at the end of the bed end up soaked. Stewart takes my socks off and tosses them in the garbage. Within 30 minutes the epidural starts to wear off. Doctor comes back for a top off of the meds – pain relief is short lived and wears off yet again (just like it did for the Dictator) Only my boobs (????) and a small patch of skin on my stomach remains frozen. Stewart starts asking for help since I am in so much pain – not much they can really do at this point and I should know better then expect the painkillers to work (Novacaine doesn’t work at the dentist for me either – go figure). Stewart then asks if he can do anything for me. I send him to the corner to listen to his iPod, because really what can you do right?
December 3rd 2:30am:
Decide to start pushing soon, pushing starts at around 2:40 am. At 3:00am I am told to stop pushing becuase the baby is coming out fast and they need the Doctor.
December 3rd 3:09am:
The Deuce is born. This time I acutally get to hold my baby after they are born (Dictator needed medical intervention after his birth) and Stewart gets to cut the cord for the first time ever (Dictator had to get help fast so we didn’t do the cord cutting thing). Nurse removes epidural and discovers that the Anesthetist had only inserted it an inch into may back THEREFORE it did not work properly.
Thanks for that Dr. Dingaling, I shall never forget YOU!
Ouch. But, YAY only 3 stitches. She was only 7 pounds 12 ounces – thank goodness!
I was diagnosed with Polyhydramniosis which is found in about 0.5% of pregnancies. This is diagnosed when you have well over 2000mL of amniotic fluid (the baby is supposed to be swallowing the fluid and should only have 800mL at 40 weeks gestation). Many times this is diagnosed it is because of Diabetes in the Mother (not something that I have a problem with) or abnormalities with the baby. Causes of this condition include:
- Gastrointestinal abnormalities
- Chromosomal Abnormalities such as Down’s Syndrome or Edwards Syndrome (which was a very small outside concern for us after an irregular ultrasound @ 20 weeks).
- Neurological abnormalities such as Anencephaly
- Benign tumors in the placenta
- Central nervous system leisions (spina bifida is one)
- VACTERL Syndrome – a condition that actually exists in my family. It consists of the following problems: vertebral column anomalies (V), anal atresia (no but-hole) (A), congenital heart defects (C), tracheoesophageal defects (TE), renal and distal urinary tract anomalies (R), and limb abnormalities (L). I have a cousin with this who now leads a reasonably normal life (with one arm and digestive problems).
In a recent study results showed that 38% if babies born to mothers with this condition have fetal abnormalities, 7% passed away and average APGAR scores were between 3 and 5. Needless to say we are relieved that our baby is perfectly healthy – because even though about 50% end up healthy and normal those odds are still too high for me.