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My Beautiful Pregnancy and Baby Boy

The week before Easter 2005, my cousin and I ate a Denny's restaurant and I told her I just couldn't be pregnant for Easter. I got home and went to bed. I woke up with a sharp pain shooting across my belly. I waited for another, to show I was in labor, but it didn't come, so I went back to sleep.

A half hour later, another pain went across my belly. I got up, called my best friend, my cousin and my sister. I started cleaning the house and packing a bag. I kept calling my son's father, but he wasn't answering his line. I called 17 times before he answered!

He got up, walked his dog and came to pick me up. My contractions weren't moving any faster, so we walked his neighborhood. They still weren't moving, so we lay across the bed and he performed nipple stimulation for four hours. Finally at 6:30 that evening we went to the hospital. I'd decided not to have any pain medicine, but after an hour, I was exhausted, so I used the code we'd come up with to get an epidural.

Well, my OB/GYN wouldn't hear of it. She gave me a shot of Stadol, which did nothing but put me to sleep. The pain was still intense. Finally, at 9:27pm, my 7lb, 2oz bundle of joy was finally born. IT’S A BOY!!!!


Charmanne

First time birth

I was 17 when I started dating this guy that I had known since I was about 13 or 14 but never talked to. We finally stared talking when we met at my job. On June 7th we started dating then on August 6th I took a home pregnancy test and found out I was pregnant.

I went to the doctor about a week or two later and she confirmed I was about 6 weeks pregnant. The guy I was dating was 20 and I was 17. He was happy and scared of course who wouldn’t be and I was also happy but scared. On January 31st I turned 18 and he turned 21. We had decided to get married and set the date for Feb. 17th. I was 7 months pregnant on our wedding day.

My aunt works as a Labor and delivery nurse and was almost begging me to let her be my nurse so I agreed to deliver at the hospital she worked at. She recommended an OBGYN she was friends with and I started seeing her. She was a very nice doctor, my aunt and my doctor talked and decided to have a social induction. My due date was April 13th. I went into the hospital April 18th at 8:00 PM with no contractions and was only dilated 1cm.

First thing my aunt did was gave me an IV around 9 or 10 Pm. Everything was going so slow since I wasn’t even in labor and had no pain. At 2 or 3 in the morning my aunt came in and told me they were going to insert a Foley bulb into my cervix to help me dilate but first they were going to give me an epidural because they are painful after the epidural. She gave me a cathedral then the doctor came in to insert the bulb. Still no contractions pain or anything but I had an epidural.

Once the bulb came out I was at 5 cm. After the bulb came out they gave me an IV with pitocin to start contractions after that I dilated about 1 cm every hour and was in pain. Around 10 or 11 that morning I was in so much pain my aunt went and got the doc to give me so medicine but he refused to. Some time the next morning I was stuck on 7 for hours the doc came in broke my water and that deff. speed things up. My aunt checked me at about 3:15 and said I was 9.5 centimeters and we would be pushing in about 15-30 mins so my mom went down to get some food.

About 5 mins after she checked me I was having contractions almost in the 100's so she checked me again and said we are ready to push. I was freaking out because my mom wasn’t even in the room. My hubby kept trying to calm me down but I was in so much pain. My mom finally came in the room after I called her screaming I’m getting ready to push. My aunt turned my epidural off because it was empty and to me it felt like it wore off.

I had it at 2 in the morning and now its 4 the next day the doctor even said before he gave me the epidural it may ware off because they last about 12 hours. Well anyway my beautiful little girl was born April 19th at 4:19 PM weighing 7 pounds 11.2 oz and 20.5 inches long. She will be 1 month in 3 days it doesn’t even feel like its been one month.


stephanie

Fourteen hours of labor emergency c-section

My grandma and I found out that I was preg on Aug. 15th 2005. (My husband was at school; I called him). My due date was Apr. 12th 2006. I had morning sickness not too bad.

When I was 5 months me my grandma and husband went to my OB appt and we found out I was having a boy. When I was 38 weeks I started having Braxton hicks contractions. So at my last OB appt (apr.10th) I asked my OB could I be induced he said that I could get induced (apr.13th at 11:45pm). I get to the hospital get induced I think I was 2cm. I was hoping to go natural but that went out the window. ]

At 8:30am my OB came in and broke my water I don’t remember what time it was when I hit 10cm but I had to get an epidural and have an emergency c-section. My OB noticed at 11:45am my son's heart rate was dropping real low so I was prepped for the c-section. At 12:10pm I was in the OR and at 12:47pm Isaiah was born weighing 7pounds 9ounces and 19 1/2inches.

My recovery was ok not too bad I was sore. I’m expecting #2 in 3wks. C-section on (June 7th 2007).


Robin

Early Baby

I was 28 weeks pregnant with my second daughter. Everything was fine with the pregnancy, except for when my water broke early. I was then on bed rest in the hospital for the next 3 weeks until she was born. 3 weeks is along time, once you have broken your water. You run the risk of infection inside the womb. In my case the placenta was 30% detached and my baby had swallowed a lot of blood!

Not to mention she was breach and hardly had an amniotic fluid, and me on bed rest also raised the question about her mobility skills. All you have is time to think about what might, and what could happen. Then on Oct.25th I got up to use the restroom. Before I could start to pee, blood poured out of me, like nothing I had ever seen!!! The doctors all rushed in. They found that the placenta was detaching and they rushed me in for an emergency C-section.

She was born within 25 minutes of entering the OR. She was 3lbs.9oz.16 inches long. She dropped weight the very next day to 2lbs. 11oz. Talk about scary!! She was a little longer than a hand. She was so tiny. They keep her in an iceolet for 5 weeks, until she could hold her body temp. Then they moved her to a bassinet, and wouldn't let her come home until she was 5lbs. and was eating, and keeping down 2 oz. of milk. She was there a total of 8weeks.

Today she is healthy and happy. It just goes to show you that you can do things by the book, and not always have the "planned pregnancy" you thought you where going to have.

Remember to take it easy- you are pregnant.


Karen

Knock knock.... you out there?

It's a bit complicated, and I hope I have picked the right category, but here goes...

My name is Kym, I live in Australia, I am 27 and was recently married to a man I have been with since I was 18. Actually, I was married on the 7th of October, 2007. It was a great day, and I had been looking forward to it since I figured out that I was in love with my husband. Admittedly, it was a bi of a con that we had a proper ceremony with guests, a celebrant and a reception. I said to him that we would be having a backyard ceremony, which I was completely happy with. That was until my father decided that we could do much better :). Anyway, I digress....

I worked as a store person at the same place my husband works (we hardly ever saw each other at work), and was really enjoying it. I had to do a lot of heavy lifting in this position, as it is in the railway industry. I don't recall exactly when I felt it, but I noticed that I was getting indigestion a lot, and I thought I had pulled a muscle in my abdomen, and had to go to the toilet about seven times a day (which wasn't easy as the toilet is up a flight of stairs about a story high). I went to the doctor about the urinating and the pulled muscle, as I thought I had a bladder infection. He didn't give me urine test or put me up on the bed to have a feel of my abdomen, but gave me a script for anti-biotics and the pill, as I was wanting to come off the depo-provera shot which I had been on for over a year, and I quietly went on my way.

After a week, nothing had changed, and the pulled muscle had been fluttering for some time, before I went to the doctors (and I did tell him about that). It didn't feel right so I stopped off at a pharmacy after work on a Friday, and got a pregnancy test. I got home and took it, and the first one was invalid. Did the other one, and lo and behold it was positive. I'll be honest. I was scared and upset - we weren't prepared financially to have children at the time. We had been kicked out of our unit (because the real estate company wanted to jack up the price), we had just gotten married and were waiting for our block of land to settle, and we had just moved in with my parents. I knew my husband would be upset, but only because we weren't ready.

My husband finished work an hour after me, and I was nearly in tears the entire time waiting for him to get home, because I knew he would be upset. I couldn't hold the tears back when he walked in and I told him (exact words) "You're gonna want a divorce in about 5 minutes". He asked why and I said "I think I'm pregnant". He was upset, but wanted to be more sure, so I went back to the chemist and while balling my eyes out. Bought another 4 pregnancy tests (all of which came back positive). We were both upset and discussed our options. Let me put it this way... we are both pro-choice. It was finally decided (with the help of a friend who is good at keeping secrets) that we would wait until I had a scan, to see how far along I was, before making any decisions.

I was (going by the scan) about 26 weeks along. Boy was I shocked (as you can imagine). I was sent to the ultrasound thinking that it may be an ectopic pregnancy. The doctor didn't once put me on the table and have a feel. If he had, I believe we would have been much better prepared. I was lying on the table at the ultrasound with the lady telling me not to expect too much, we might see a dot if we were lucky. The first thing I saw was a spine! I couldn't believe my eyes, and I think I stopped breathing for a short time. She was shocked too, and had to go and push back another couple's appointment because my scan would be much longer. Everything made sense, as the ultrasound lady explained everything to me. The frequency in urination was due to the baby's head pushing on my bladder, and the 'pulled muscle' was actually the baby kicking me, letting me know it was there. Didn't I feel like the biggest dumbass in the world! Still do.

I rang my husband and told him. He misheard me and somehow figured that we were having twins. I made him go to work the next day and tell everyone that he wasn't the hero he made himself out to be. My father was up in the Cape York Peninsula, and couldn't be reached, so I had to wait till he got back before I could tell everyone. I told my mother and my two brothers (who I have never seen smile so much), and a couple of close friends, and awaited dad's return. When dad got home (a week after), we waited till he had a sleep, and was happy before telling him. He was understandably shocked, but happy - and a little mystified as to why he was a grandfather at 50 (pfffffft). His shock echoed everyone else's when I told them, and I had to repeat the story many times over.

The due date I had been given was the 6th of February, 2007. I went 2 weeks over, and was booked in to be induced the following Monday. I spent 3 days in hospital, had many internal examinations, had a post-gladdin strip placed on my cervix and nothing happened other than false contractions. I was sent home, still with nothing other than my clothes and my still unborn baby. I had no dignity left after what I went through at hospital, and how many different people's hands went where few have gone before haha.

I was back the following Monday, thinking that it was another checkup and I was informed that I was to be induced again, this time with the gel. So I went home and gathered my things, and returned with much anticipation to the hospital. By hook or by crook, this kid was coming out.

At 7:30 pm, while quietly doing a crossword, I felt a sudden pop. A bit mystified, I went to the toilet, and a bunch of fluid came gushing out. I went to see the midwives and they sent me to the delivery suites where the fluid was tested and found to be indeed amniotic fluid. I wasn't having contractions, so they weren't concerned, but after seeing another doctor (and oh my gosh he was so gentle, and not in a sexual way, whereas the midwives could be quite rough) and it was decided that at 8 am the next morning I would be given the Oxytocin in a drip to help the contractions along. The drip was put in at about 11 pm, and I tried to get some sleep.

Geez that oxytocin sucks. It makes the contractions more intense the more you get. At about 10 that morning I rang my husband and told him that today was the day and the baby was coming out one way or the other. I told him not to rush, as it wasn't happening now, and I would rather he be calm, cause I knew I wouldn't be. As the contractions got worse, I went for the pethadine and got very, very sick (again). After another examination (and a text message to my mother letting her know that I had a whole new appreciation for mothers and that I was sorry I made her go through this sort of pain), I was still only 2 cm dilated, and I went for the gas, which did nothing but taste funny. My waters were broken by the doc, as it turned out it was my forwater that broke the night before, and it kept gushing out because the body keeps producing amniotic fluid until the baby is born. After a few more hours I finally went for the epidural and got my sense of humour back (and also offered to marry the anesthetist). I felt fantastic, but was told not to nove off the bed. I had another examination (and it's funny when they keep saying sorry for hurting you when you can't feel anything below the middle of your chest) and I had gone 5 cm, but the baby's head was stuck in a funny position and the wrong fontanelle was showing. It was decided that the baby would be born via emergency cesarean due to post dates (officially). And all this after they sent me home because the baby and I were perfectly healthy and they didn't want to have to cut me open!

I was taken upstairs where everything started to happen. My husband went with me, and got dressed in scrubs, and sat down next to me. Just a bit of advice - don't look up at the surgery light - you can see the reflection of everything that is going on down there, and then it is like a train wreck - can't help but look. Before I knew it (and with the help of a lot of pushing on my stomach by the doc and the use of forceps) our son Connor was born. He didn't make a sound until they started cleaning him up and he let out with this sort of 'what did you get me out of there for' kind of cry. They brought him over and put him on my chest for a moment, so that I could see him (and the butt load of hair that he had) and the midwife took a couple of photo's with my phone (nothing too gross that I wouldn't show other people) of myself, my husband and Connor. Connor was then taken away and my husband stayed with me while I was stitched up (I think he just wanted to make sure I was all good, as he knew Connor was in good hands). After a bit of time in recovery, I was taken back down to my now empty room (they housed 2), where I could meet Connor again and see my mum. This was on the 27th of February, 2007.

After a very sore week, we went home. He is a very healthy and happy boy, who is goo-ing and gaa-ing to me all the time, and has been smiling for a solid month. My mother has been fantastic, and I don't know what I would have done without her. I am so happy he was healthy. I was worried, because remember, I was about 26 weeks along (turned out I was more like 22 weeks). I was smoking cigarettes that whole time up until 2 days after the wedding; I had my hen's night (VERY big night) and the week BEFORE the hen's night as well. And I was on the depo-provera shot when I fell pregnant and had another shot while I was pregnant (which I found out does nothing except make your body think it's pregnant).

We are a happy little family, living with MY family in their house, but it is all good. I hope you enjoy this story, and that it makes you giggle a little, and tell your friends that you read a story by the biggest dumbass in the world :) Just kidding. I hope your pregnancy is as good as mine was, I didn't even get sick! Sorry to brag :)


Kym Jones