|Roxanne and Eden Rose
Stripped membranes and unmedicated, very fast labor and delivery
When I found out I was pregnant in October, 1999, I was working with a traveling sales crew selling magazines, and we moved around the country every week or so all year round. I was 22 years old, had no money saved, no permanent home and I was very scared. I called my mother back in Pennsylvania and she told me to come home. I considered having an abortion for a little while, but my wonderful boyfriend Jamie talked me out of it. I am very glad that he did!
I moved home to Pennsylvania with my mom and luckily found a very good job right off. I have a business degree so it wasn't too difficult. About a month later my boyfriend left the magazine crew where we had been living and came to stay with us. He also found a very good job easily so things were looking up. In February we got our own house and moved out of my parents place.
My pregnancy was pretty easy, no unusual problems. I gained more weight than I wanted to, but in the end that ended up just being a lot of amniotic fluid. In May the doctors told us we were having a little girl.
I was trying to work as long as possible so that we would have enough money saved up for me to take a three month maternity leave from my job. My last day at work was June 14th and my due date was June 18th. After work on the 14th. I had a doctor appointment. I told the doctor that I had to have the baby by the weekend because my boyfriend was taking his weeks paid vacation starting that Thursday, the 15th and I wanted us to have time together with the baby. The doctor laughed at me and said the only thing he could do was strip my membranes and see if that would help. By that time I was very big and very tired of being pregnant so I didn't care what he did as long as I had this baby soon! So he stripped my membranes and afterward told me I was three and one-half centimeters dilated already.
From there we went food shopping and the whole time I felt crappy. The next day I woke up, took a shower and was dressed and downstairs by 10:30 am, unusually early for me on a day off! It was an unusual morning. I wasn't hungry at all, and I cleaned my whole house before noon! I had a feeling I might be in labor. I was feeling stomach cramps but I thought they were just left over from whatever the doctor did to me the day before. So my boyfriend woke up and I told him we should probably go and do all of our running around now just in case. We ended up driving far to rent a video camera and stopping at his work where one of the employees asked me when I was going to have that baby. I said "Today," and she almost peed her pants.
On the way home I told my boyfriend that we should head to the clinic because I hadn't felt the baby move all day. As we pulled into the parking lot, I felt a pop and some fluid in my pants. Right then I started to panic cause I knew this was finally it. I pulled myself together and we drove to the hospital, about five minutes away. When we got there I yelled at the guy with the wheelchair and told him I could walk myself. Thankfully, a lady on the elevator made everyone wait for me to get off because the labor ward is on the eighth floor and everyone else had stops before me! But I made it.
By the time I changed into a gown and was strapped up I was in PAIN. My contractions were three minutes apart and one minute long. I was five cm dilated. They told me I would be there for at least another five hours or so and I said, "No way!" Thirty minutes later around 4:00 pm, there were no spaces between my contractions and I was seven cm dilated. I was very upset with my nurse because I wanted to move around, and since I had nothing to eat or drink in almost 24 hours I was dehydrated (IV) and since they couldn't get her heartbeat to elevate above 145 or so they wouldn't let me get out of bed. Every time the nurse would leave, I would unhook myself and get up to walk around. Then she would come back in and yell at me. I couldn't help it, honestly. I didn't know what to do to handle the pain and they wanted me to lay on my side which made it so much worse. Then the doctor came in and broke the rest of my water and there was meconium in the water. They didn't want to give me any meds because I was dilating too fast, but I thought they were just out of drugs and were lying to me. Now I think back on the stupid things I said during labor and I have to laugh.
Around 4:45-4:50 I started feeling like I had to push. No one was in the room but my boyfriend and he called the nurse. They said that I was okay, just bearing down and they would be in in a little while. When the 5 o'clock news came on, I was really pushing. No one believed I was ready yet, and my boyfriend was panicking. He finally got them to come in around 5:05 to checked me and the head was about an inch away. They got in there in a hurry after that. My room wasn't set up yet at all, and the doctor didn't have gloves or gown on. They asked my boyfriend to stand down there in case he had to catch her. He always said he wasn't going to watch but he had to! My daughter was born at 5:12 pm in the hands of the doctor, thank God. I was in that bed for all of 2 hours and 12 minutes. I could have walked by myself to the maternity ward. The nurses were calling me "Supermom" and they said a labor that short for a first child is almost unheard of. And no drugs! I also tore because they didn't have time for an episiotomy. I was expecting the typical labor where they held your legs and counted to 10 but they didn't do that for me. I held my own legs and just pushed because there were no breaks in contractions. My body was in a constant contractions state. It was very weird.
My daughter was born 8 lbs, 2 oz and 20 inches long. She has no hair and no side effects from the meconium in the fluid. The cord was wrapped around her neck when she was born, and that was why she wasn't moving. I am very thankful that she was born so healthy. As I write this, she is a wonderful 5 month old whose nickname at daycare is "Smiley" because she is so happy all the time. She is so chubby and cute, she weighs almost 17 pounds now! I love her so much and wouldn't trade her for anything. I believe that the reason my labor was so short was because I had a lot of sex when I was pregnant, up until I was about 36 or 37 weeks then I just was too big. I am not in great shape or anything, didn't exercise or eat especially well. I just had sex almost every day and I had a 2 hour labor. Beat that, huh?