My third birth story is most likely my shortest.
After my previous birthing experiences with my first and second, I was really wanting to try for another VBAC. Unfortunately it just did not turn out like that. In my 2012, year in review I mention a lot about the pregnancy and my going back and forth between a vbac and csec.
Due to some or other law doctors can be held heavily responsible for anything that could go wrong during a vbac and as such all doctors just refused outright.
At 38 weeks pregnant I had my last scan showing baby was head down and dainty 2.8kg, the doctor wanted to wait to as close to the due date as he could and a csec date was booked for 7 June, 3 days short of 40 weeks.
Just before 39 weeks I went into “false labor”, I spent the early hours of the morning, we are talking 11pm to 6am, wincing at contractions. By the time the sun came up at just past 6 everything was gone and it was like nothing ever had happened. I was very disappointed.
The day for the csec came. We arrived there at around 8am, the usual set of questions and preparations were done. I was once again stuck on a monitor to check heart rate of the baby. Baby had other ideas and decided now was the time. Contractions started up with a vengeance averaging 3 to 4 minutes apart. The doctor looked wide eyed at me then back at the machine that had printed a nice scribbled picture, similar to my toddler going mad with the crayons. You are having contractions he said, pointing at the scribbles. Urmm, yes?!
I got wheeled to the theater about 15 minutes later, 3 hours ahead of the scheduled time.
Laying on the table waiting for the spinal, I didn’t see the “doctor” who came to put it in. Much sobbing and loudly protesting at the pain of FOUR attempts to put the spinal in, I hear they are calling the doctor. WHAT?!?! I had a student. The doctor arrived and got it in. I had a bruise the size of my fist for the students efforts and I still suffer from pain and bad sciatic nerve damage 8 months later.
Once my husband was brought into the room, they started. I had to have two rounds of anti-nausea meds in my IV and I was shaking uncontrollably the entire surgery. My husband tells me the doctor took his time, gently lifted the baby out and let the cord stop pulsing before cutting it. She was then taken away to be weighed, cleaned and clothed, my husband went with. After being stitched up I was taken back to my room where I met my little girl for the first time.
For some reason they kept on wanting to feed her water. I refused and stuck by my guns that she was getting everything from my breast that she needed. They took blood for all sorts of tests, sugar, blood type and other things. The poor baby looked like a pin cushion. She has veins like me, hard to find.
I had to stay the full 3 days and missed my little family terribly, 40 minutes drive away. I was so happy to go home after the stay.
My little girl was 2.9 kg at birth.