After 31 hours of labor, and four days past her due date, Tori finally arrived. After only sleeping for about an hour Wednesday night, the 18th, I woke at about 1 am having started contractions. They weren't so bad, lasting about 30 seconds every 10-15 minutes. I knew it could be quite some time before the baby would arrive, so I decided to let Kenny sleep, his final 8 uninterrupted hours, while I went down to my office and spent the rest of the night finishing my work so that I could start my maternity leave the next day. I was fairly relaxed at this point, feeling very prepared and knowing what to expect. I had two hospital bags already packed and in the car, the car seat was set up and had been inspected by the Manlius Police Dept, the cats had plenty of food and we had taken just about every baby class we could find. Tori's room was ready. We were ready.
We saw Dr. Marotta on Thursday afternoon and he confirmed, I was progressing nicely and should have the baby around midnight that night. We were sent home to relax and "get some sleep". Yeah right. By this time, the contractions were getting much more painful and I was having a hard time relaxing. With each contraction, I would brace myself to fight the pain, however, you're SUPPOSED to relax through the contraction to allow the baby to progress downward. Not so easy to relax when you're in pain. Thank goodness Kenny remembered our breathing techniques!
By midnight Thursday, I was beyond the pain. Contractions were coming every couple of minutes. It was very clear I was in back labor, ALL the pain was in my lower back and worse than anything I could imagine. I thought the pain would be in my stomach and pelvis, I never felt anything in those areas. I begged the Dr. to let us check into the hospital, I know this sounds cliche, but I thought something had to be wrong. I actually thought I was going to die. I was throwing up from the pain. It wasn't anything at all like what I imagined. We got to the hospital around 1 am, our Doula Chris met us there right away along with Doula in training - Michelle. At this point, I could barely talk and wasn't even coherent. Kenny, Chris and Michelle were wonderful. They gave me massages, rubbed oils on my forehead, wrapped me in warm blankets, helped me in the hot tub, they did everything to make it easier for me including praying with me. Kenny was my hero. He apparently memorized everything we lear
ned in the classes because he was like a text book with all the different exercises. By 4 am, I was only dilated at 4 centimeters. I was exhausted from not sleeping for two days and the sheer pain in my back. I knew I couldn't last much longer. They finally gave me an epidural which was wonderful. I slept for almost an hour while Kenny and the Doulas napped in their chairs. Dr. Marotta showed up at about 5:30 am and announced that I was now progressing nicely. Yeah!
Between 5:30 and 8:00 Friday morning, Dr. M stayed in the room with us, checking me about every 30 minutes and in between we all tried to relax. At about 8 am, I was at 9 centimeters and Dr. M announced it was about time to start pushing. Finally, Tori was going to arrive! Then at about 8:15, things went in the wrong direction. Tori's heart rate dropped significantly. After changing my position to get her off my spine, her heart rate continued to drop. Dr. M told me we had to get her out right away. I said "great, I'm ready to push". He told me we had to do a C-section and we had to do it now. Next thing I knew I heard a "Code C" announcement
over the intercom and a dozen people came rushing into my room, and took over. I've never been so scared in my life. I knew something hadn't been right, but everyone said it was normal. Now they told me something was wrong, but they didn't know what. 20 minutes later, several tears and countless prayers, I finally heard Tori cry for the first time and the Dr. announce that she was perfectly fine. Apparently Tori had gotten herself so entangled in the cord that she wouldn't have been able to get out the normal way. Thank you Dr. M!!!!
Tori was born Friday morning at 8:35. She weighed 7 pounds 2 ounces and was 20.5 inches long.
She was beautiful and healthy and finally here.
We saw Dr. Marotta on Thursday afternoon and he confirmed, I was progressing nicely and should have the baby around midnight that night. We were sent home to relax and "get some sleep". Yeah right. By this time, the contractions were getting much more painful and I was having a hard time relaxing. With each contraction, I would brace myself to fight the pain, however, you're SUPPOSED to relax through the contraction to allow the baby to progress downward. Not so easy to relax when you're in pain. Thank goodness Kenny remembered our breathing techniques!
By midnight Thursday, I was beyond the pain. Contractions were coming every couple of minutes. It was very clear I was in back labor, ALL the pain was in my lower back and worse than anything I could imagine. I thought the pain would be in my stomach and pelvis, I never felt anything in those areas. I begged the Dr. to let us check into the hospital, I know this sounds cliche, but I thought something had to be wrong. I actually thought I was going to die. I was throwing up from the pain. It wasn't anything at all like what I imagined. We got to the hospital around 1 am, our Doula Chris met us there right away along with Doula in training - Michelle. At this point, I could barely talk and wasn't even coherent. Kenny, Chris and Michelle were wonderful. They gave me massages, rubbed oils on my forehead, wrapped me in warm blankets, helped me in the hot tub, they did everything to make it easier for me including praying with me. Kenny was my hero. He apparently memorized everything we lear
ned in the classes because he was like a text book with all the different exercises. By 4 am, I was only dilated at 4 centimeters. I was exhausted from not sleeping for two days and the sheer pain in my back. I knew I couldn't last much longer. They finally gave me an epidural which was wonderful. I slept for almost an hour while Kenny and the Doulas napped in their chairs. Dr. Marotta showed up at about 5:30 am and announced that I was now progressing nicely. Yeah!Between 5:30 and 8:00 Friday morning, Dr. M stayed in the room with us, checking me about every 30 minutes and in between we all tried to relax. At about 8 am, I was at 9 centimeters and Dr. M announced it was about time to start pushing. Finally, Tori was going to arrive! Then at about 8:15, things went in the wrong direction. Tori's heart rate dropped significantly. After changing my position to get her off my spine, her heart rate continued to drop. Dr. M told me we had to get her out right away. I said "great, I'm ready to push". He told me we had to do a C-section and we had to do it now. Next thing I knew I heard a "Code C" announcement
over the intercom and a dozen people came rushing into my room, and took over. I've never been so scared in my life. I knew something hadn't been right, but everyone said it was normal. Now they told me something was wrong, but they didn't know what. 20 minutes later, several tears and countless prayers, I finally heard Tori cry for the first time and the Dr. announce that she was perfectly fine. Apparently Tori had gotten herself so entangled in the cord that she wouldn't have been able to get out the normal way. Thank you Dr. M!!!!Tori was born Friday morning at 8:35. She weighed 7 pounds 2 ounces and was 20.5 inches long.
She was beautiful and healthy and finally here.
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I cannot wait to meet that precious little girl of yours and to see you and Kenny! Thanks for posting her birth story! :)
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