Archive | February, 2011

Using HypnoBirthing during a traumatic birth

23 Feb

This is my birth story as written to my HypnoBirthing practitioner.  I would like to preface this story by saying though I had a traumatic experience I do not want this story to scare any woman into NOT having a natural birth.  My story was a one off that would have happened had I planned a home birth or not.  I am only sharing this for those who are curious.

Well just to let you know Phoebe was born last week.  Feb 16 at 6:36 weighing in at only 7lbs 8oz.   Saying things didn’t “go to plan” would be an understatement.  My waters broke around 4am on Monday with contractions coming 3 every 10 min.  And after 62 hours later she was finally here!   I managed for about 12 hours at home with some strong contractions but decided after that that I needed to go into hospital as the back contractions were like nothing I could explain.  Sadly I was only 2cm before going but they hoped I would be at least 3 by the time I got there and could get an Epi.  Once I got to the hospital it seemed they kicked up a notch so that was great but they convinced me to wait a few more hours to be truly in active labour.  I took a bath and that seemed to stop everything sadly enough.  So the next morning, still at 2 cm, I was sent home.  I was excited that maybe my body just needed time to rest and I could still do this at home.  My surges were then irregular and totally doable the whole day with my breathing techniques.  It was around 10pm that they started on my back again so I called my midwife out so I could use the gas and air in the house.  She hung out until around midnight but by that time encouraged me to use my breathing instead of the G&A due to me STILL being only 2cm.  I went to bed in the hopes of getting some sleep as I was scheduled in for an induction that morning (being 48 hours past waters breaking) but was woken up at 5am to some extremely strong and instense contractions.  So I jumped in the birth pool in the hopes that it would calm them down before going in, in a few hours but all it seemed to do this time was increase them.  So we called my midwife who said I should just call the ambulance now to bring me as she really felt the only thing that was going to get things going was a few drips of some pitocin.  Nothing else seemed to shift Phoebe down!

So I Was back in the hospital 50 hours after my waters broke and was finally given my Epi around 10:30.  Which felt like an eternity.  I used my breathing techniques the whole time with Callum encouraging me the whole way but nothing was shifting those back contractions!  They were nice enough to wait to push the pitocin until the Epi was ready.  It took them ages to put it in though.  After 4 attempts she had to get someone to actually help her find where to put it (Must have been the guy in charge of her).  I can STILL feel the tickling, sickly feeling of having the tube shoved up inside of me.  At one point they hit a nerve somewhere in my leg that sent my entire body in a wave of shock as if I got electrocuted!  This was the one and only time Mr.notsoChubby started to feel ill at the whole process and had to sit down as he was feeling light headed. An Epi is definitely not something I would take lightly!   They said they would check me again at 4:30 but around 2 I was feeling this intense pressure on my bum so they decided to check me then and I was 10cm!! YAY!  I was able to get up on my knees and I tried as hard as I could to breath her down.  I had many, many moments where all I wanted to do was push and I did.  But Callum would help me to get my breathing back in check.  I was in so much pain though, the pain still effects me today.  I just never imagined the pressure to be that strong.

Apparently this was because of the way she was sitting.  My perfectly LOA little girl was now chin up and back to back!  Try as I might she was just not coming down.  After about 3 hours and the Epi no longer working we decided to go into Theatre to try for forceps and then if that didn’t work a c-section.  I can’t explain the pain and the terror I felt while in the theatre being prepped.  I was made to sit on a cold thin bed while having a spinal put in me.  The pain became so unbearable at one point that I actually passed out.  I would like to think I went so far within myself with HypnoBirthing that it looked as if I passed out, but I honestly don’t know.

In the end the forceps did not work so I was given an emergency c-section.  While they were in there they found a tear near my cervix that seemed to extend quite far so I was then put under and was in the theatre for the next 2 hours while having my tear be repaired.  They said in the end I lost over 3L of blood so I’ve had quite a hard recovery since.

Well that’s the story in a nut shell, Phoebe’s doing great other than a a squished up nose and a sore head due to her position in me for so long.  I’ve had to have my moments of mourning not only the loss of this natural birth but any in the future as I’ve been advised due to my tear that only a planned section around 37-38 weeks would be safe if I were to get pregnant again, which shouldn’t even happen for about 2 years.   Though I should feel lucky to get pregnant again according to my doctor.  After what I went through I don’t know if lucky is the word and if it’ll ever happen again.  I think I would have rather been left without the choice to be honest.

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Comparing pregnancy to puberty

15 Feb

What an amazing article this upcoming quote is.  The whole concept of comparing it to Puberty really struck home with me and made me realize just how unnatural we allow birthing to be! Hope you enjoy!

The Number Trap

Numbers: there sure are a lot of them in pregnancy and birth.

When’s your due date? How many weeks pregnant are you? Is this your first? How old are you?  What’s your BMI? You’re how many days overdue?! Is the baby’s head at least 3/5ths engaged yet? What time did your water break? How far apart are the contractions? How many seconds are they lasting? How many centimetres dilated is your cervix? How long have you been in labour? How long have you been pushing? What’s the baby’s heart rate? What is your blood pressure and temperature? How much does the baby weigh? How long is this whole process taking and do you fall within the averages we are comfortable with?

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For comparison’s sake, let’s consider what would happen if we applied numbers and averages to another physiological process: puberty. As we all know, puberty varies greatly from person to  person. Even two siblings, raised in the same household and with similar genetic material, can have vastly different experiences of puberty, including different age of onset, length of its duration and effects on not only the body itself but one’s mental and emotional state. If we began analysing the data on puberty and then used the law of averages to try to control and streamline the process, it’s not difficult to imagine the distressing consequences.

Imagine telling a 13-year-old girl who has not experienced the onset of menstruation yet that she is ‘overdue’ her period (since the average age is 12) and that she must begin a course of drugs and synthetic hormones to try to stimulate the process to begin. Even if these procedures are successful in forcing her body into menstruation, what of the psychological side effects to this girl, to all girls, and, eventually, the whole of society? What does it do to her/our idea of what is normal and how much we all vary in our biology? The homogenising of our bodies (and our minds), all stuffed into a bureaucratic tick box along a curve of ‘normality’, can be a very dangerous thing indeed.

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Happy Valentines Day!!

14 Feb

Welp still no baby yet for me so Mr.notsoChubby and I are going to go out for one last meal together.  We had thought about doing this the day before my due date but seeing as it was so close to the big V we thought we’d wait it out.   I’m a cheap date though, my favourite place of all time is called the Carvery.  For the whole month of February you can get two carvery’s for a total of £6!! That’s only £3 a person for Valentines Day!! Everywhere else we looked it was like £15 a person and that was cheapest we could find.

So what are you plans for the big V?  Are you like me and can’t get enough of the red hearts and flowers?  Or would you prefer to spend your money on something more useful?

Due Date!

13 Feb

Well I can officially say I’m over due!! Which to me is actually quite fun to say.  Not sure for how long mind you but for now I get a kick out of going to the store and having people ask me when I’m due.  “Yesterday” I say.  Then they step back as if any second a baby will come rushing out of my vagina or something.

I suppose I’m not too bothered because my sister is flying in from the US on Thursday so I’m more than happy to wait till she gets here.  I think that’s a top tip really.  Plan something to happen AFTER your due date that you want to have happen BEFORE you go into labour that way if you’re “late” you’re not impatient!

Why baby will come when she’s ready.

10 Feb

I got into a huge conversation last night at house church with a good friend of mine about Induction.  Naturally everyone was asking what I was doing to get my wee girl out and I said nothing.  So this friend of mine suggested Castor Oil to which I said if I was going to do anything that would be the last thing I would do.  It’s horrid, bad for you, and could potentially distress the baby.  She started going on about how her sister is a midwife and has done this every time and it’s work a charm.  Sometimes I think it’s worse when a person has a family member who is a medical profession.  Mainly because they think they know everything without having actually done any research.  :nope: So I said well my wee one will create her own chemicals when her lungs are ready and she’ll come out when she’s ready, if that means 42-43 weeks then so be it.  So then she goes on about how my sisters coming and why would I let my sister come all this way and not get to see the baby.  So I rather shortly spoke back to her that I would think my sister would have my babies best interest at hand and wouldn’t expect me to do anything to compromise her health, specifically like taking Castor oil!

Things were a bit tense after that.  I blame the hormones.