My birth with Wilson went absolutely NOT according to my plan at all.
I went in for an ultrasound on Thursday because the ob was concerned I was measuring so small. I was 38 weeks, but only measuring 34. I was not concerned, I had measured behind with Wilbur and he was fine. I was so unconcerned and I'm not hugely sure how I feel about ultrasounds so I almost cancelled it.
During the ultrasound, the tech told me to eat something and move around to see if we could convince Wilson to do his practice breathing. I ate and moved around and still no practice breathing. She called another tech in and she was concerned about my fluid level.
I was sent up to labor and delivery where they did a NST. He passed with flying colors. The ob on call wanted me to stay there for a little while and have another one, just where the ultrasound was showing low fluid.
2 hours later I has another NST and this time he did not do so well. His heart rate would go up to 188 and stay there, then drop to 120 and stay there. It was never a normal heart rate.
They gave me an Iv and started me on fluids. As soon as the Iv started his heart rate was perfect. They told me they wanted me to stay over night and keep monitoring him and do another ultrasound in the morning.
I had a hard time with that, it was my first night away from Wilbur. I tried to get some sleep but I kept crying over being away from my boy.
At 8 that night (Thursday) the nurse came in and said change of plans, the ob has decided the best action is to induce. At 9 they started me on pitocin.
I didn't feel any contraction for about 2 hours and I was too excited to sleep. I tried to walk around and bounce on the birth ball but every time I did, his heart rate would drop. I had to lay in bed, on my left side, the whole time.
At 1 Friday morning, The ob came in and said he was going to break my water and put an internal heart rate monitor on Wilson. That was no fun.
Once my water was broken, things sped up. I much prefer natural contractions to induced ones! And it didn't help that I couldn't get out of bed. I asked to take a shower at one point but because of the Iv, I couldn't.
I finally asked for some Fentayl, because the back labor was so awful. I almost asked for an epidural but Ken helped remind me why I did not want an epidural and that I could do this.
At 3:30 they checked me and I was dilated to a 6. At 4:15 I was feeling very pushy so they checked and I was at a 10. The ob came in and they sat the bed up (yay for no more laying!)
They told me I could start pushing, and I said right back, 'I'm not going to push, it hurts to push.' I was quite the little brat! Finally, Wilson's heart rate dropped to 94 and the ob told me I has to push him out now. 2 pushes later and Wilson was here, screaming as loud as he could.
I tore which required 5 stitches, which is the weirdest feeling in the world.
Nothing at all went according to my plan but it was obviously Gods plan for a reason.
