I am writing this report so that I am always attached to the birth of my son Alexander Ray Remember ...
Sunday, August 5, 2012: Even days before, my husband and I joked about when our baby is finally born. Friday, the 3rd of August, was the last working day of my husband and he always said that I should wait until he is finished.
The previous week was very stressful for him and so it would not have been ""in our schedule"" if the baby had come earlier. But nothing happened.
I had the last examination with my gynecologist the week before, because the practice is on vacation. So we first set ourselves to go to hospital every other day from the deadline (Monday, August 6).
I was all the more surprised when I woke up from Saturday to Sunday during the night and felt a strong pull in the lower back. At first I thought it was more forerunners, which I had already felt almost two weeks before. But when the pain recurred, I realized that it would soon start. I remembered my sister-in-law, who, 9 months before me, first became a mother, and who had noted the times of her labor. So I took a note and noted the date, time, distance, duration and intensity of labor. I decided to wake up my husband only when I could be sure that the contractions were coming on a regular basis and at decreasing intervals. Immediately after the first three labor I realized that it would be faster than I initially thought. Sleep was out of the question and I was getting really excited. At about 1: 40 o'clock, so a good hour after the first woe, they already came in intervals of less than 10 minutes. At 2:30 am, shortly after I decided to wake my husband slowly, a woe became so strong that he woke himself up with my moaning. When he realized what was going on, he jumped out of bed and said, half asleep, ""Well, we're going to the hospital right now, right? ""I showed him my list and told him that, despite the clear regularity, I was not sure yet. But we decided to pack the few missing details into the clinic bag and still dress slowly. My husband rushed into the shower at lightning speed, and when the contractions came at 5-minute intervals, my husband called the delivery room and answered us.(He trapped himself with his own nervousness, saying, ""My wife is in labor every five minutes for 45 minutes."") What he meant was labor for 45 minutes at 5-minute intervals.) So we went with him packed bags at 3:45 clock in a green wave to the hospital. The ride took maybe 12 minutes. I was still worried that they might even send us home again if the contractions were not mundane. When we arrived at the hospital, a midwife (Heike) was already waiting for us in front of the maternity ward and I was connected directly to the CTG. Afterwards I was examined vaginally and the midwife noticed that the cervix was behind the head of the baby and therefore the contractions could not really affect the mouth. She took us to the delivery room so we could leave our luggage and recommended to go for a walk. We did that too, because we were already there in the hospital for the birth preparation course, we already knew the area a bit.
The full program: running, vomiting, PDA, birth-break
However, going for a walk unfortunately proved to be very difficult, as I still had regular labor and therefore had to sit down again and again. So we walked slowly back to the delivery room and decided to wait there first. I made myself comfortable on the delivery bed until the next midwife came in for examination. The cervix was still only 3 cm and the midwife gave me a homeopathic painkiller, but recommended that I do a little more walking. Instead of going outside, my husband and I decided to stay at the station. However, we did not get far, because I was very bad and we went back to the delivery room, where I had to vomit. As the contractions became more and more painful, the midwife asked me if I would rather have a PDA. Although I was pretty scared of the procedure, I said yes. But until it was time, the anesthesiologist had to be called first and a peripheral venous catheter (Braunüle) should be placed by a doctor. It was 10 o'clock before it started and while the PDA was being set, all the tension of the early morning fell away and I burst into tears, not least because of the fear of the pain. At 9:20 pm everything was ready, the PDA was soon to be effective, and my husband got breakfast. Then I fell asleep and woke up at 11:30 am, just before lunch. I should not eat anything, an order of the anesthesiologist. After lunch, I slept again just under 2 hours until 14 clock the now fifth midwife (Cecile) began the next investigation.
My cervix was just 4, 4 ½ inches and the midwife was instructed to put me on a weep, in addition to the saline and glucose infusion I already had.Due to the PDA my labor decreased and finally there was a so-called birth loss, a lack of progress of over three hours.
More and more people are coming into the room
Around 5 pm, the midwife told me that under these circumstances, another measure might be needed. I should be watched for another two hours, and in the event that nothing else continues, a doctor would open my amniotic sac in order to rekindle the labor. But she also prepared me for the case that this does not work, then she must act quickly and bring me probably in the operating room for an emergency Caesarean section. I got a bit scared, but agreed with my husband that it would be best for me and the baby. Still, I prayed it would be different. In between the heel drop was raised again and again. It was 8 o'clock until the chief physician of the department opened my amniotic sac. For me it was quite a strange feeling that now more and more people came into the room. The next examination revealed that my cervix had widened and the chance of a natural birth was again very high. The contractions were now more painful, although the PDA was re-injected twice. From here on, everything went very quickly for me. At one point there were four doctors and three or four midwives in the delivery room and although the hot phase was not supposed to start yet, I felt the first bouts of labor. I was forced to breathe out the first ones, but then the midwife told me that I could squeeze it when I felt the urge. I did that too and the distances became smaller and smaller. I pressed and pressed and when I thought I had lost my strength, a midwife told me I could already feel the baby's head. I felt down and felt something solid and hairy.
""Get the baby out! ""
During the entire birth, I was lying on my side first and then on my back, the quadruped stand was not very effective for my labor. My husband lay in a delivery bed next to me all the time and was able to support me optimally during labor, which he did, by the way. Somehow everything went away and the pain became so great that I begged the midwives around me to finally get the baby out, I could not do more. And again and again my husband spurred me to squeeze and hold again. When the head was out then the pain still did not stop and every further press hurt me a lot. Well, but after another seemingly endless time was actually called ""So now press again and then your baby is there. ""
And then it was all over, the baby was born!I slumped backwards, but immediately scrambled up to look at my baby. Two doctors and two midwives were still standing on the delivery bed and I only briefly asked myself why I did not immediately put my baby on the chest. The shoulder of a midwife obscured the sex, but right at the moment my husband said ""I do not know, you've already seen it, we have a boy! ""I saw it. He lay wrapped in a towel in front of me and shortly afterwards the midwife asked if I wanted to hug him. Of course I wanted. I picked him up and the midwife rolled up the surgical shirt so that we had direct physical contact. And just at that moment when we first met and touched each other, the last 22 hours, the pain and the chaos of the past few days had faded, gone and forgotten. Our son, Alexander Ray, was born at 23:40 clock and made us the happiest and proudest parents in the world!
The New Life as a Small Family
We were allowed to stay in the delivery room for a long time and enjoy our happiness. The midwives retreated, slowly calming down. My husband was allowed to cut the umbilical cord. The little one was abled relatively quickly because we had decided to donate the umbilical cord blood. Later, there was an assistant doctor, who sewed me, because I had suffered a dam rupture 2nd degree. The stun sprays were unpleasant for a while, I did not feel anything else. Then I was allowed to create our son for the first time and it worked the same. Then the doctor came once more to perform the U1 and then he was then dressed by a midwife and I was able to freshen up a bit. Then we packed our things and were transferred to a family room; so my husband could be with us the whole time. The midwife, who accompanied us, then told us that the baby had placed the umbilical cord around his neck at birth, a condition that probably occurs in 50% of all newborns. That was also the reason why he was not immediately put on my chest; he had to berelieve a little. Although I was a little scared, but also just happy that everything went well and - since it was already 3 clock - just broken and tired. So we were brought to the room and fell asleep exhausted but overjoyed. After three days, we were released and left the hospital in our new life as a small family ...