My husband enlisted in the military in February 2001 after a lay-off. We decided no more children, esp because we were unsure as to how things would go in the military. Turns out saying it doesn't prevent it from happening!
I had noticed I was a tad tired and just felt off. My friend encouraged me to test and that sucker popped right up. We put the test in a gift bag and took it with us to lunch. All the guys were wanting to know what was in the bag so he looked and informed them that we were pregnant. I went to the medical clinic on base and had a test done. Their test took a bit to come up positive so they did bloodwork. Then I went to the air force base to get my official test and bloodwork. That was all in the first half of july.
At the end of august, I had to go to the clinic where the doctor told me my tests were negative and chances are I was having a missed miscarriage. Talk about flipping out. We immediately went to the air force hospital so I could get looked at. Their stuff said I was still pregnant. I wanted to throttle that navy doctor for putting me through so much crap!! That was not the last run in I would have with him. In october, I began to have issues with my heart racing and getting light headed. I even passed out. Now, I had taken ephedrine to lose weight from the time my husband enlisted until we moved down there in May. The doctors found that just me standing up would cause my heart to race at over 200bpm, so I spent time hooked up to EKG's. It was great. The one day that I was taken by ambulance from the medical clinic to the air force hospital, this doctor tried finding my son's heartbeat and got nothing, so he figured my son was dead. I had ONE person that could draw my blood or give me an IV there and they didn't call him into the room to help get ready for the transport. I was like a pincushion experiment! That was the last dealing I had with that clinic for myself.
Luckily my heart calmed down and the pregnancy went smooth. My doctors told me to stop working at 35 weeks. I was due March 17th, the day before two family birthdays and after two others. I went into labor 9 days early after working in my flower beds all morning. I was called into work that day, but nobody told me what. Turns out the girls arranged a surprise baby shower. I told them, I would probably have my son that weekend. I contracted all day, stopped at night, and didn't start until the next day about noon. Contractions were every 6 minutes. I was losing plug too (gotta love reading that, lol). I called the hospital and they told me I could either come in and get checked or just wait, but they thought I was coming right in.
That evening, we had tickets for the circus. So, while I was in labor, we went to the circus. It really wasn't too bad to be honest. I was still hanging out at the 6 minute mark. After the circus, we just went for a drive and then went home. Around 9pm, they began getting closer, so I had my husband take our kids to the sitters house. Living on base, she lived right by us, so he walked them there and came home. We set out about 10:30 for the hospital. The hospital was a half hour away and I had to stop to get sick. When we got there and got checked, I was found to be 8cm. Yippee!! Now, the care did suck. Instead of being helped to the bathroom, I was given a bedpan. Which, served them right because when I tried to go, my water broke and shot out! I got distance, lol!! I began pushing and begged to be cut because it felt like I was going to tear badly. They refused to cut me, so I did tear (Imagine one labia literally hanging by a piece of skin). That was great. I did not get numbed to do the repair and even thinking about it now, makes the girly bits cringe. I did deliver flat on my back, like flat flat, not semi reclined, but flat. But at 12:01 am, on my stepgrandfather's birthday, I delivered my middle son. Sucky hospital experience, but awesome baby!
I did develop some PPD as I lost my grandmother from cancer right after his birth. She only got to see his picture, never him, but Grandpa said she smiled. I love my Grandmother and losing her sent me into the worst tailspin. I was diagnosed with depression when my son was 9 months old.
Friday, December 2, 2011
My Birth Stories- Child #3
My husband enlisted in the military in February 2001 after a lay-off. We decided no more children, esp because we were unsure as to how things would go in the military. Turns out saying it doesn't prevent it from happening!
I had noticed I was a tad tired and just felt off. My friend encouraged me to test and that sucker popped right up. We put the test in a gift bag and took it with us to lunch. All the guys were wanting to know what was in the bag so he looked and informed them that we were pregnant. I went to the medical clinic on base and had a test done. Their test took a bit to come up positive so they did bloodwork. Then I went to the air force base to get my official test and bloodwork. That was all in the first half of july.
At the end of august, I had to go to the clinic where the doctor told me my tests were negative and chances are I was having a missed miscarriage. Talk about flipping out. We immediately went to the air force hospital so I could get looked at. Their stuff said I was still pregnant. I wanted to throttle that navy doctor for putting me through so much crap!! That was not the last run in I would have with him. In october, I began to have issues with my heart racing and getting light headed. I even passed out. Now, I had taken ephedrine to lose weight from the time my husband enlisted until we moved down there in May. The doctors found that just me standing up would cause my heart to race at over 200bpm, so I spent time hooked up to EKG's. It was great. The one day that I was taken by ambulance from the medical clinic to the air force hospital, this doctor tried finding my son's heartbeat and got nothing, so he figured my son was dead. I had ONE person that could draw my blood or give me an IV there and they didn't call him into the room to help get ready for the transport. I was like a pincushion experiment! That was the last dealing I had with that clinic for myself.
Luckily my heart calmed down and the pregnancy went smooth. My doctors told me to stop working at 35 weeks. I was due March 17th, the day before two family birthdays and after two others. I went into labor 9 days early after working in my flower beds all morning. I was called into work that day, but nobody told me what. Turns out the girls arranged a surprise baby shower. I told them, I would probably have my son that weekend. I contracted all day, stopped at night, and didn't start until the next day about noon. Contractions were every 6 minutes. I was losing plug too (gotta love reading that, lol). I called the hospital and they told me I could either come in and get checked or just wait, but they thought I was coming right in.
That evening, we had tickets for the circus. So, while I was in labor, we went to the circus. It really wasn't too bad to be honest. I was still hanging out at the 6 minute mark. After the circus, we just went for a drive and then went home. Around 9pm, they began getting closer, so I had my husband take our kids to the sitters house. Living on base, she lived right by us, so he walked them there and came home. We set out about 10:30 for the hospital. The hospital was a half hour away and I had to stop to get sick. When we got there and got checked, I was found to be 8cm. Yippee!! Now, the care did suck. Instead of being helped to the bathroom, I was given a bedpan. Which, served them right because when I tried to go, my water broke and shot out! I got distance, lol!! I began pushing and begged to be cut because it felt like I was going to tear badly. They refused to cut me, so I did tear (Imagine one labia literally hanging by a piece of skin). That was great. I did not get numbed to do the repair and even thinking about it now, makes the girly bits cringe. I did deliver flat on my back, like flat flat, not semi reclined, but flat. But at 12:01 am, on my stepgrandfather's birthday, I delivered my middle son. Sucky hospital experience, but awesome baby!
I did develop some PPD as I lost my grandmother from cancer right after his birth. She only got to see his picture, never him, but Grandpa said she smiled. I love my Grandmother and losing her sent me into the worst tailspin. I was diagnosed with depression when my son was 9 months old.
I had noticed I was a tad tired and just felt off. My friend encouraged me to test and that sucker popped right up. We put the test in a gift bag and took it with us to lunch. All the guys were wanting to know what was in the bag so he looked and informed them that we were pregnant. I went to the medical clinic on base and had a test done. Their test took a bit to come up positive so they did bloodwork. Then I went to the air force base to get my official test and bloodwork. That was all in the first half of july.
At the end of august, I had to go to the clinic where the doctor told me my tests were negative and chances are I was having a missed miscarriage. Talk about flipping out. We immediately went to the air force hospital so I could get looked at. Their stuff said I was still pregnant. I wanted to throttle that navy doctor for putting me through so much crap!! That was not the last run in I would have with him. In october, I began to have issues with my heart racing and getting light headed. I even passed out. Now, I had taken ephedrine to lose weight from the time my husband enlisted until we moved down there in May. The doctors found that just me standing up would cause my heart to race at over 200bpm, so I spent time hooked up to EKG's. It was great. The one day that I was taken by ambulance from the medical clinic to the air force hospital, this doctor tried finding my son's heartbeat and got nothing, so he figured my son was dead. I had ONE person that could draw my blood or give me an IV there and they didn't call him into the room to help get ready for the transport. I was like a pincushion experiment! That was the last dealing I had with that clinic for myself.
Luckily my heart calmed down and the pregnancy went smooth. My doctors told me to stop working at 35 weeks. I was due March 17th, the day before two family birthdays and after two others. I went into labor 9 days early after working in my flower beds all morning. I was called into work that day, but nobody told me what. Turns out the girls arranged a surprise baby shower. I told them, I would probably have my son that weekend. I contracted all day, stopped at night, and didn't start until the next day about noon. Contractions were every 6 minutes. I was losing plug too (gotta love reading that, lol). I called the hospital and they told me I could either come in and get checked or just wait, but they thought I was coming right in.
That evening, we had tickets for the circus. So, while I was in labor, we went to the circus. It really wasn't too bad to be honest. I was still hanging out at the 6 minute mark. After the circus, we just went for a drive and then went home. Around 9pm, they began getting closer, so I had my husband take our kids to the sitters house. Living on base, she lived right by us, so he walked them there and came home. We set out about 10:30 for the hospital. The hospital was a half hour away and I had to stop to get sick. When we got there and got checked, I was found to be 8cm. Yippee!! Now, the care did suck. Instead of being helped to the bathroom, I was given a bedpan. Which, served them right because when I tried to go, my water broke and shot out! I got distance, lol!! I began pushing and begged to be cut because it felt like I was going to tear badly. They refused to cut me, so I did tear (Imagine one labia literally hanging by a piece of skin). That was great. I did not get numbed to do the repair and even thinking about it now, makes the girly bits cringe. I did deliver flat on my back, like flat flat, not semi reclined, but flat. But at 12:01 am, on my stepgrandfather's birthday, I delivered my middle son. Sucky hospital experience, but awesome baby!
I did develop some PPD as I lost my grandmother from cancer right after his birth. She only got to see his picture, never him, but Grandpa said she smiled. I love my Grandmother and losing her sent me into the worst tailspin. I was diagnosed with depression when my son was 9 months old.
Friday, November 25, 2011
My Birth Stories- Child #2
When my son was about 5 months old, I became part of a mother's group at my church. Many of them had had all natural births, so I decided I would shoot for that. After all, if they did it, I could too. So, when my son was about 9 months old, we decided to start trying. 3.5 months later I found out I was pregnant. We were thrilled!! I was due January 18th.
The pregnancy was pretty good. I had one bleeding episode that put me on bed rest from 30 to 36 weeks. I didn't go into preterm labor again! I ended up having her exactly one week before I was due.
Labor began with one contraction in the morning at my mom's group. It was one, and it hurt like hell. I had to breathe through it. One of my friends was sitting there and it really freaked her out. Some of us still laugh at that situation. We told her it was no big deal, probably just a Braxton-Hicks. I thought that myself!!
Now, my oldest was 20 months old, my husband worked 45 minutes away, I had no car or license. Good times! Imagine my horror when I really go into labor right after my husband left for work. Contractions, about 8 minutes apart begininng around 3pm. My adorable son is trying to reach out and comfort his mommy. I got in the tub to see if they would slow down. That didn't happen. So, I called my mother. I think it was about 4:30 when I called her. She grabbed my sister and stepdad and they made their way down here. It was around 6 when she got to the house. She knew I wanted a natural birth, so she completely supported me in it. We paged my husband (pager days, lol) and left for the hospital with my sister watching my son. Hmm, maybe seeing that peek at labor is why she's not in a hurry to have kids, lol, I've scarred her!
Upon arrival at the hospital, nobody really did anything. I got checked and was already 6cm. My mom helped me breathe and focus. When my husband arrived, my mom decided to step out of the room so we could just be together. At some point, I guess she heard me scream and came running back to the room. About 8:30ish, I was complete and ready to push. 20 minutes later, I held my firstborn daughter in my arms after a completely natural birth. She was known at the hospital for looking like a doll. I would have nurses pop in just to see her.
And the doctor was pretty clinical. At the time, I was pretty offended, but it did NOT make or break my "experience". With my oldest, that doctor was the same way. Maybe they had chips on their shoulders about young moms, I don't know or just maybe they don't get personally involved.
The pregnancy was pretty good. I had one bleeding episode that put me on bed rest from 30 to 36 weeks. I didn't go into preterm labor again! I ended up having her exactly one week before I was due.
Labor began with one contraction in the morning at my mom's group. It was one, and it hurt like hell. I had to breathe through it. One of my friends was sitting there and it really freaked her out. Some of us still laugh at that situation. We told her it was no big deal, probably just a Braxton-Hicks. I thought that myself!!
Now, my oldest was 20 months old, my husband worked 45 minutes away, I had no car or license. Good times! Imagine my horror when I really go into labor right after my husband left for work. Contractions, about 8 minutes apart begininng around 3pm. My adorable son is trying to reach out and comfort his mommy. I got in the tub to see if they would slow down. That didn't happen. So, I called my mother. I think it was about 4:30 when I called her. She grabbed my sister and stepdad and they made their way down here. It was around 6 when she got to the house. She knew I wanted a natural birth, so she completely supported me in it. We paged my husband (pager days, lol) and left for the hospital with my sister watching my son. Hmm, maybe seeing that peek at labor is why she's not in a hurry to have kids, lol, I've scarred her!
Upon arrival at the hospital, nobody really did anything. I got checked and was already 6cm. My mom helped me breathe and focus. When my husband arrived, my mom decided to step out of the room so we could just be together. At some point, I guess she heard me scream and came running back to the room. About 8:30ish, I was complete and ready to push. 20 minutes later, I held my firstborn daughter in my arms after a completely natural birth. She was known at the hospital for looking like a doll. I would have nurses pop in just to see her.
And the doctor was pretty clinical. At the time, I was pretty offended, but it did NOT make or break my "experience". With my oldest, that doctor was the same way. Maybe they had chips on their shoulders about young moms, I don't know or just maybe they don't get personally involved.
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