Husband in the Delivery Room
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But see, I don't think I would feel comforted with the presence of family in that situation. I need his support and love and understanding absolutely, but at other times.
It's like when a family member dies and everyone flocks in to support each other... Some people are comforted by this, some people are not. I am not one of those people, I am the person that won't talk to anyone for a couple days and prefers to be alone. Just the way I am.
Like Fransheska mentioned in a post above, some people like to do things privately. I also don't throw up in front of anyone if I can help it, including my mom. Some people talk about having someone there for comfort and to hold back hair but that to me is just not appealing. It makes me uncomfortable.
Hah, the thing is, I don't need or WANT his support. If I asked him to come in with me I know he would. The thing is I don't want him there. Nothing wrong with my man, it's a personal choice.
And for the record, yes, I have been in a serious relationship, which I am currently still in.
It's like when a family member dies and everyone flocks in to support each other... Some people are comforted by this, some people are not. I am not one of those people, I am the person that won't talk to anyone for a couple days and prefers to be alone. Just the way I am.
Like Fransheska mentioned in a post above, some people like to do things privately. I also don't throw up in front of anyone if I can help it, including my mom. Some people talk about having someone there for comfort and to hold back hair but that to me is just not appealing. It makes me uncomfortable.
Hah, the thing is, I don't need or WANT his support. If I asked him to come in with me I know he would. The thing is I don't want him there. Nothing wrong with my man, it's a personal choice.
And for the record, yes, I have been in a serious relationship, which I am currently still in.
Another thing I have to point out that many women dont think about before they have a child is after the birth.
You are worried about your husbands seeing you bloody, sweaty and in pain actually giving birth to the baby. After you can still be bloody and in pain for WEEKS. I had a 3rd degree laceration meaning I tore basically my ENTIRE perinium (length of skin from vagina to rectum) I bled through HOSPITAL pads in a matter of an hour to 2 hours sometimes. Going pee itself required help and lets no talk about a shower. I could NOT take one alone for at LEAST a week and a half. Someone had to at least be in the bathroom ready to grab me just in case. I had to have help getting off the toilet because I could barely sit on a soft seat much less the toilet. I ended up sending my mom for hemmroid pads a few days after we got home (they are good for repairing the tear) then occassionaly SHE had to check my stitches down there if it felt like some tore. All these things I could NOT do on my own period. It was unsafe or I just couldnt. There is no way you can see details where they stitch you up LOL. Heck I had to explain the tearing to Jeremy a month after we met just in case we had sex on his first trip here and she was 5 mths ( i still had moments where I had to take Oxycodine just to walk) I would also bleed out of the pads and onto my bed sheets easily and these were HUGE pads, my mom also had to make me ice packs sometimes to put down there to help with the swelling and bruising. Which usually involved her helping me put my underwear on too LOL.
Just some things from someone who didnt think about them before
ETA: forgot something
I also ended up literally crying I was in so much pain when I finally could go poop after ( i think it was close to a week) and ended up with some blood in there so geuss what, my mom had to check my stitches right after that too.
And if I went to the bathroom and either A) forgot to fill my cleaning bottle or B) needed it refilled, someone else had to do it while I sat on the toilet waiting.
You are worried about your husbands seeing you bloody, sweaty and in pain actually giving birth to the baby. After you can still be bloody and in pain for WEEKS. I had a 3rd degree laceration meaning I tore basically my ENTIRE perinium (length of skin from vagina to rectum) I bled through HOSPITAL pads in a matter of an hour to 2 hours sometimes. Going pee itself required help and lets no talk about a shower. I could NOT take one alone for at LEAST a week and a half. Someone had to at least be in the bathroom ready to grab me just in case. I had to have help getting off the toilet because I could barely sit on a soft seat much less the toilet. I ended up sending my mom for hemmroid pads a few days after we got home (they are good for repairing the tear) then occassionaly SHE had to check my stitches down there if it felt like some tore. All these things I could NOT do on my own period. It was unsafe or I just couldnt. There is no way you can see details where they stitch you up LOL. Heck I had to explain the tearing to Jeremy a month after we met just in case we had sex on his first trip here and she was 5 mths ( i still had moments where I had to take Oxycodine just to walk) I would also bleed out of the pads and onto my bed sheets easily and these were HUGE pads, my mom also had to make me ice packs sometimes to put down there to help with the swelling and bruising. Which usually involved her helping me put my underwear on too LOL.
Just some things from someone who didnt think about them before
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I also ended up literally crying I was in so much pain when I finally could go poop after ( i think it was close to a week) and ended up with some blood in there so geuss what, my mom had to check my stitches right after that too.
And if I went to the bathroom and either A) forgot to fill my cleaning bottle or B) needed it refilled, someone else had to do it while I sat on the toilet waiting.
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No, I wouldn't want him there but that doesn't mean I would get a restraining order I would just hope he realized how important it was for me to be alone and that he would respect it. If he HAD to be there, I wouldn't be happy about it but there wouldn't be much I could do.
Those are valid points. I still believe I would be more ok with post-birth care than him being there during labour.
I would just hope he realized how important it was for me to be alone and that he would respect it. If he HAD to be there, I wouldn't be happy about it but there wouldn't be much I could do.
Another thing I have to point out that many women dont think about before they have a child is after the birth.
You are worried about your husbands seeing you bloody, sweaty and in pain actually giving birth to the baby. After you can still be bloody and in pain for WEEKS. I had a 3rd degree laceration meaning I tore basically my ENTIRE perinium (length of skin from vagina to rectum) I bled through HOSPITAL pads in a matter of an hour to 2 hours sometimes. Going pee itself required help and lets no talk about a shower. I could NOT take one alone for at LEAST a week and a half. Someone had to at least be in the bathroom ready to grab me just in case. I had to have help getting off the toilet because I could barely sit on a soft seat much less the toilet. I ended up sending my mom for hemmroid pads a few days after we got home (they are good for repairing the tear) then occassionaly SHE had to check my stitches down there if it felt like some tore. All these things I could NOT do on my own period. It was unsafe or I just couldnt. There is no way you can see details where they stitch you up LOL. Heck I had to explain the tearing to Jeremy a month after we met just in case we had sex on his first trip here and she was 5 mths ( i still had moments where I had to take Oxycodine just to walk) I would also bleed out of the pads and onto my bed sheets easily and these were HUGE pads, my mom also had to make me ice packs sometimes to put down there to help with the swelling and bruising. Which usually involved her helping me put my underwear on too LOL.
Just some things from someone who didnt think about them before
ETA: forgot something
I also ended up literally crying I was in so much pain when I finally could go poop after ( i think it was close to a week) and ended up with some blood in there so geuss what, my mom had to check my stitches right after that too.
And if I went to the bathroom and either A) forgot to fill my cleaning bottle or B) needed it refilled, someone else had to do it while I sat on the toilet waiting.
You are worried about your husbands seeing you bloody, sweaty and in pain actually giving birth to the baby. After you can still be bloody and in pain for WEEKS. I had a 3rd degree laceration meaning I tore basically my ENTIRE perinium (length of skin from vagina to rectum) I bled through HOSPITAL pads in a matter of an hour to 2 hours sometimes. Going pee itself required help and lets no talk about a shower. I could NOT take one alone for at LEAST a week and a half. Someone had to at least be in the bathroom ready to grab me just in case. I had to have help getting off the toilet because I could barely sit on a soft seat much less the toilet. I ended up sending my mom for hemmroid pads a few days after we got home (they are good for repairing the tear) then occassionaly SHE had to check my stitches down there if it felt like some tore. All these things I could NOT do on my own period. It was unsafe or I just couldnt. There is no way you can see details where they stitch you up LOL. Heck I had to explain the tearing to Jeremy a month after we met just in case we had sex on his first trip here and she was 5 mths ( i still had moments where I had to take Oxycodine just to walk) I would also bleed out of the pads and onto my bed sheets easily and these were HUGE pads, my mom also had to make me ice packs sometimes to put down there to help with the swelling and bruising. Which usually involved her helping me put my underwear on too LOL.
Just some things from someone who didnt think about them before
ETA: forgot something
I also ended up literally crying I was in so much pain when I finally could go poop after ( i think it was close to a week) and ended up with some blood in there so geuss what, my mom had to check my stitches right after that too.
And if I went to the bathroom and either A) forgot to fill my cleaning bottle or B) needed it refilled, someone else had to do it while I sat on the toilet waiting.
You are worried about your husbands seeing you bloody, sweaty and in pain actually giving birth to the baby. After you can still be bloody and in pain for WEEKS. I had a 3rd degree laceration meaning I tore basically my ENTIRE perinium (length of skin from vagina to rectum) I bled through HOSPITAL pads in a matter of an hour to 2 hours sometimes. Going pee itself required help and lets no talk about a shower. I could NOT take one alone for at LEAST a week and a half. Someone had to at least be in the bathroom ready to grab me just in case. I had to have help getting off the toilet because I could barely sit on a soft seat much less the toilet. I ended up sending my mom for hemmroid pads a few days after we got home (they are good for repairing the tear) then occassionaly SHE had to check my stitches down there if it felt like some tore. All these things I could NOT do on my own period. It was unsafe or I just couldnt. There is no way you can see details where they stitch you up LOL. Heck I had to explain the tearing to Jeremy a month after we met just in case we had sex on his first trip here and she was 5 mths ( i still had moments where I had to take Oxycodine just to walk) I would also bleed out of the pads and onto my bed sheets easily and these were HUGE pads, my mom also had to make me ice packs sometimes to put down there to help with the swelling and bruising. Which usually involved her helping me put my underwear on too LOL.
Just some things from someone who didnt think about them before
Just some things from someone who didnt think about them before
I find that if I'm in enough pain, I stop caring about who sees what part of my body. I normally won't even change clothes in front of my mom, but when I had my bile duct leaking after gall bladder surgery and they took me to the ER, my mom said she knew there was something seriously wrong because when they had me change into the hospital gown I started changing while my stepdad was still in the room. I just wanted to get into the gown so they'd start giving me something for the pain ASAP......I would have waltzed through the ER naked if it would have eased the pain....
Husband- yes. But not watching. No nurses. No doctors. Yes, a Midwife. Dogs were desired for my sanity in labor. All okay. But no one else. Didn't lay on my back. Didn't have one shot or exam or invasion. No drugs, no IV- not needed. Not in a hospital. Baby never left my sight. Went to bed in my own bed with my 5 hour old newborn, who breastfed exclusively and co slept. Wishes respected. My birth, my body, my experience- my choice. My husband would have needed to sit under me and catch the baby if he wanted to see the show- which he did not want to do. So he held my hand. No interventions. No tearing. Sat in tub to loosen things and relax. Peaceful. Coolest thing I ever did. Ever.
In all fairness, it's normally worse than bloody, sweaty, in pain, bitchy, and rude - most woman POOP while giving birth and I wasn't too thrilled for Kevin to watch that, haha It's completely normal during natural childbirth, and as stated, a VERY high percentage of woman do it.
That said, I also agree that the husband/father of the child should be in there if they want to, they should be in there even if they DON'T want to so they can be supportive of you during your hour of need. They don't HAVE to watch the process at the other end, they can be right up with you holding your hand, mopping your brow, and offering love/encouragement.
I wouldn't have wanted it any other way for lots of reasons.
To each their own, but my guess it most of the younger ladies saying they don't want them in there will/would change their mind when they actually go through it.........maybe not, but that's my guess
That said, I also agree that the husband/father of the child should be in there if they want to, they should be in there even if they DON'T want to so they can be supportive of you during your hour of need. They don't HAVE to watch the process at the other end, they can be right up with you holding your hand, mopping your brow, and offering love/encouragement.
I wouldn't have wanted it any other way for lots of reasons.
To each their own, but my guess it most of the younger ladies saying they don't want them in there will/would change their mind when they actually go through it.........maybe not, but that's my guess
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This bears repeating.
Kevin has held my hair while I puked, he's bought feminine pads for me at the store after my surgery, he's helped me to the bathroom and waited RIGHT THERE to be sure I was ok, he's held my catheter bag to walk up and down the stairs, he was in when Zac was born, it wasn't even a question that either of us asked.........and for the record, I DID POOP! LOL I can't even remember all the times he's been there in less than ideal times.
Leaving out the pain, embarrassment, sweating and pooping, childbirth is one of the greatest, life changing events you will experience, and how anyone wouldn't want to share that with the most important person in their life is beyond me.
That's what vows stand for, better or worse, sickness and health. If I can only count on him when I am feeling and looking my best, and he only wants to be around when I'm feeling and looking my best..........well, I don't need a husband then. I'd stick with dating, all the fun with none of the junk
Kevin has held my hair while I puked, he's bought feminine pads for me at the store after my surgery, he's helped me to the bathroom and waited RIGHT THERE to be sure I was ok, he's held my catheter bag to walk up and down the stairs, he was in when Zac was born, it wasn't even a question that either of us asked.........and for the record, I DID POOP! LOL I can't even remember all the times he's been there in less than ideal times.
Leaving out the pain, embarrassment, sweating and pooping, childbirth is one of the greatest, life changing events you will experience, and how anyone wouldn't want to share that with the most important person in their life is beyond me.
That's what vows stand for, better or worse, sickness and health. If I can only count on him when I am feeling and looking my best, and he only wants to be around when I'm feeling and looking my best..........well, I don't need a husband then. I'd stick with dating, all the fun with none of the junk
This is also another reason I think it means so much to me too, even if its not VERY likely for something to go wrong there is still the chance and I would want him to at least see his newborn alive. My best friend and his wife have a 9mth old son that they almost lost along with his wife. If he had been in the waiting room he never would have seen his son alive if his son wasnt such a fighter.
This is what happened to my best friend and his wife:
First of all, we were in agreement with my OB that it was "better safe than sorry" to induce me because preeclampsia could lead to death of mother and child on the flip of a dime. It took 3 days from start to finish. On the second day we were offered to go home because the induction wasn't working at that time. At the time we said that we'd rather stay and have the baby since we're already here. But thinking back on it I should have said to the Dr. that he's an idiot. I came in there with preeclampsia, a condition, as I previously stated, could go from mild to severe quicker than you know, and you're willing to send me home?! Mistake #1. Once active labor set in I was attempting to have Tristan naturally using The Bradley Method. Because I had pitocin in my system, the contractions were worse than normal and I got an epidural. Once I did, I was able to rest and sleep finally. They occasionally woke me up to check how far I was dilated and eventually I was ready to push. But, like I just said, I had to be woken up and was ridiculously tired from 3 days of induction. That didn't cross anyone's mind though.
So! I pushed for about 2 hours and wasn't bringing Tristan down very well. I was passing out between contractions and apparently the Dr's had called in the main OB who was overseeing the entire floor and suggested a c-section. I didn't know this until the other day. But right when the "boss" came in I had finally realized how hard I needed to push and I was able to bring Tristan down a lot. The "boss" saw that and said it was ok to continue. Bad idea. Most Dr's only allow you to push for 2 hours and then it's off to c-section. I pushed for at least, probably a little more than, 3 hours. In that last hour they also used a vacuum to help get Tristan out. That caused the subgaleal hemorrhage in the back of his head that you can see in my photo album. He had so much blood built up in the back of his head between his skull and skin that it took over 2 weeks for his body to completely reabsorb it. In that last hour I was able to successfully deliver my first child.
Finally, my son was born. I was so overjoyed at first just at the thought of "I did it! I did it! We have a son! We have a baby!". I've thought about this moment for the last 2 years. I've dreamt about the typical delivery and imagined how it might be. I never thought in a million years that a moment that should be one of the happiest in your life, could be so devastating. Tristan was born not breathing and meconium was caked over his body. I remember trying so hard to see him after they took him but my leg was blocking the way. And when I could look past it, nurses and Dr's were blocking the way. Then I heard the worst thing in my life: "1... 2... 3... 4...". It was then that I realized that there was something terribly wrong with Tristan, and the frantic Dr's weren't helping. They yelled for someone to call MCG, a hospital with a level 3 NICU. They needed to prep and transfer Tristan to a NICU immediately. I didn't see them take Tristan out of the room. I didn't even know what he looked like. That was the thing I was looking forward to the most: to see who he looked like. To touch the face I've been seeing on ultrasounds this entire time. To look at those tiny feet that kicked me in the bladder and rib cage at times. To give him his first kiss moments after he was born. I didn't get to see Tristan until 2 hours after he was born, but I wasn't able to hold him. He was sedated and hooked up to a million different IV's and wires and monitors. I remember thinking that this didn't look real. My baby actually didn't look real to me. He was so lifeless and hardly breathing on his own. I was then introduced to the Dr. that would be transferring him to MCG and I said "He's going to survive, right?". She said "I honestly don't know". No new parent wants to hear that, but I appreciated the honesty. Later nearly every single Dr. and nurse that AJ and I have ran into has admitted to thinking that Tristan would not make it through the night. The NICU Dr. said that most babies would have died having the ph level that Tristan did. Not only did Tristan have a deadly ph level, but his organs were fighting for oxygen and were striving to repair themselves. And then he showed signs of having 2 separate seizures. It was expected that Tristan's brain would have major damage all around his brain. His first tests and labs didn't look good.
Despite everything that happened, I was naive and uninformed so I was optimistic. I didn't realize until later on how severe Tristan's situation was. I didn't realize that we were inches away from losing our son. Our first born.
To this day I still think about what happened the day I gave birth to our son. And about every other day I cry because I can't believe how so many Dr's could mess up so horribly to turn a perfectly healthy baby into a possibly mentally and physically disabled person.
This is what happened to my best friend and his wife:
First of all, we were in agreement with my OB that it was "better safe than sorry" to induce me because preeclampsia could lead to death of mother and child on the flip of a dime. It took 3 days from start to finish. On the second day we were offered to go home because the induction wasn't working at that time. At the time we said that we'd rather stay and have the baby since we're already here. But thinking back on it I should have said to the Dr. that he's an idiot. I came in there with preeclampsia, a condition, as I previously stated, could go from mild to severe quicker than you know, and you're willing to send me home?! Mistake #1. Once active labor set in I was attempting to have Tristan naturally using The Bradley Method. Because I had pitocin in my system, the contractions were worse than normal and I got an epidural. Once I did, I was able to rest and sleep finally. They occasionally woke me up to check how far I was dilated and eventually I was ready to push. But, like I just said, I had to be woken up and was ridiculously tired from 3 days of induction. That didn't cross anyone's mind though.
So! I pushed for about 2 hours and wasn't bringing Tristan down very well. I was passing out between contractions and apparently the Dr's had called in the main OB who was overseeing the entire floor and suggested a c-section. I didn't know this until the other day. But right when the "boss" came in I had finally realized how hard I needed to push and I was able to bring Tristan down a lot. The "boss" saw that and said it was ok to continue. Bad idea. Most Dr's only allow you to push for 2 hours and then it's off to c-section. I pushed for at least, probably a little more than, 3 hours. In that last hour they also used a vacuum to help get Tristan out. That caused the subgaleal hemorrhage in the back of his head that you can see in my photo album. He had so much blood built up in the back of his head between his skull and skin that it took over 2 weeks for his body to completely reabsorb it. In that last hour I was able to successfully deliver my first child.
Finally, my son was born. I was so overjoyed at first just at the thought of "I did it! I did it! We have a son! We have a baby!". I've thought about this moment for the last 2 years. I've dreamt about the typical delivery and imagined how it might be. I never thought in a million years that a moment that should be one of the happiest in your life, could be so devastating. Tristan was born not breathing and meconium was caked over his body. I remember trying so hard to see him after they took him but my leg was blocking the way. And when I could look past it, nurses and Dr's were blocking the way. Then I heard the worst thing in my life: "1... 2... 3... 4...". It was then that I realized that there was something terribly wrong with Tristan, and the frantic Dr's weren't helping. They yelled for someone to call MCG, a hospital with a level 3 NICU. They needed to prep and transfer Tristan to a NICU immediately. I didn't see them take Tristan out of the room. I didn't even know what he looked like. That was the thing I was looking forward to the most: to see who he looked like. To touch the face I've been seeing on ultrasounds this entire time. To look at those tiny feet that kicked me in the bladder and rib cage at times. To give him his first kiss moments after he was born. I didn't get to see Tristan until 2 hours after he was born, but I wasn't able to hold him. He was sedated and hooked up to a million different IV's and wires and monitors. I remember thinking that this didn't look real. My baby actually didn't look real to me. He was so lifeless and hardly breathing on his own. I was then introduced to the Dr. that would be transferring him to MCG and I said "He's going to survive, right?". She said "I honestly don't know". No new parent wants to hear that, but I appreciated the honesty. Later nearly every single Dr. and nurse that AJ and I have ran into has admitted to thinking that Tristan would not make it through the night. The NICU Dr. said that most babies would have died having the ph level that Tristan did. Not only did Tristan have a deadly ph level, but his organs were fighting for oxygen and were striving to repair themselves. And then he showed signs of having 2 separate seizures. It was expected that Tristan's brain would have major damage all around his brain. His first tests and labs didn't look good.
Despite everything that happened, I was naive and uninformed so I was optimistic. I didn't realize until later on how severe Tristan's situation was. I didn't realize that we were inches away from losing our son. Our first born.
To this day I still think about what happened the day I gave birth to our son. And about every other day I cry because I can't believe how so many Dr's could mess up so horribly to turn a perfectly healthy baby into a possibly mentally and physically disabled person.
This bears repeating.
Kevin has held my hair while I puked, he's bought feminine pads for me at the store after my surgery, he's helped me to the bathroom and waited RIGHT THERE to be sure I was ok, he's held my catheter bag to walk up and down the stairs, he was in when Zac was born, it wasn't even a question that either of us asked.........and for the record, I DID POOP! LOL I can't even remember all the times he's been there in less than ideal times.
Leaving out the pain, embarrassment, sweating and pooping, childbirth is one of the greatest, life changing events you will experience, and how anyone wouldn't want to share that with the most important person in their life is beyond me.
That's what vows stand for, better or worse, sickness and health. If I can only count on him when I am feeling and looking my best, and he only wants to be around when I'm feeling and looking my best..........well, I don't need a husband then. I'd stick with dating, all the fun with none of the junk
Kevin has held my hair while I puked, he's bought feminine pads for me at the store after my surgery, he's helped me to the bathroom and waited RIGHT THERE to be sure I was ok, he's held my catheter bag to walk up and down the stairs, he was in when Zac was born, it wasn't even a question that either of us asked.........and for the record, I DID POOP! LOL I can't even remember all the times he's been there in less than ideal times.
Leaving out the pain, embarrassment, sweating and pooping, childbirth is one of the greatest, life changing events you will experience, and how anyone wouldn't want to share that with the most important person in their life is beyond me.
That's what vows stand for, better or worse, sickness and health. If I can only count on him when I am feeling and looking my best, and he only wants to be around when I'm feeling and looking my best..........well, I don't need a husband then. I'd stick with dating, all the fun with none of the junk
There is no one in the world I am more comfortable with in any physical state than my husband.
When I was pregnant I had morning sickness and then there was one time where I must have eaten something bad or some sort of thing because I was REALLY sick. Like couldn't even get off the couch. There were times where I just didn't make it to the bathroom or the toilet to throw up. know who cleaned it up? offered to clean it up and told me to go lay down and rest? my husband.
I couldn't eat chicken when pregnant. just the sight of it made me want to barf lol. so poor Brian was restricted from cooking or eating chicken around me because I couldn't handle it and he did so with no complaint (at least not out loud :rofl1: )
He did almost all the cleaning and cooking (not that this is unusual in our house lol) because I didn't have any energy or felt sick to my stomach and just because he knew it was helping me out to not have to do all that stuff.
he rubbed my back, my feet or whatever was hurting me.
these are just a small sampling he did for me when I was pregnant.
then in the delivery room near the end I threw up one time. but I coudlnt' go to the bathroom cause I had the epidural (HEAVEN in a needle lol) so the nurse grabbed a little kidney shaped bowl and Brian held it under my face while I got sick and then he went and disposed of it for me. and not once did he say "EWWWWWWWWW yucky you threw up. you're so gross"
He actually handles the pukey ness and such much better than I do for him.
As for the pooping on the table... men know we poop lol we aren't fooling them. but then I've enver been the type to be shy about the fact that I DO poop just like everyone else. Like the book says "everybody poops". Men have seen poop before, they do it themselves... and you are having a child... you are about to be immersed in a world FULL of poop lol.
and I asked one time about the pooping on the table thing mostly because I was like "wait... my daughters not going to come out into a bunch of poop is she?" lol and the doctor said no of course. he said it's such a common thing when it happens they jsut sweep it right off the table into the bag so no one really even SEES that it's happened unless they are looking for it.
So yeah... I was sweaty and pukey and passing gas uncontrollably (not that I really make an effort to control that unless in public lol. better out with shame than in with pain is my motto haha) for 9 months. I couldn't hide from my hubby for 9 months
this.
the only complication came two days after Hannah was born and we found out she had pneumonia from bacteria exposure from the placenta and had to be admitted to the NICU. but that didn't have anything to do with the actual labor and delivery.
my L/D was pretty enjoyable. hard work yes... but I have so many fond memories from that day.
Like my mom says... it's the hardest work you will ever do but it's so easily forgotten when you lay eyes on that precious baby it will seem like a cake walk.
My doctor was awesome. He was funny and easy to be around and talk to. he just put me at ease. the best and most hilarious part is my doc's name is Michael Meyers... you know like the killer from the halloween movies HAHAHAHA. the nurse was wonderful. I was the only one in L and D at the time so she was with us the entire time. Sherry was her name and she was delightful.
I got the epidural... was planning on getting it even before going in. I had no desire to really be up moving around so it worked for me lol. I had no pain during the contractions and it did just as it was designed to do (as told to me by my anesthesiologist). it helped with the contractions and then wore off by the time I was fully dialated and ready to push so I had full feeling back and mobility by that time.
I just loved that hospital all around and that is definitely where I would go again IF there were a second child.
the only complication came two days after Hannah was born and we found out she had pneumonia from bacteria exposure from the placenta and had to be admitted to the NICU. but that didn't have anything to do with the actual labor and delivery.
my L/D was pretty enjoyable. hard work yes... but I have so many fond memories from that day.
Like my mom says... it's the hardest work you will ever do but it's so easily forgotten when you lay eyes on that precious baby it will seem like a cake walk.
My doctor was awesome. He was funny and easy to be around and talk to. he just put me at ease. the best and most hilarious part is my doc's name is Michael Meyers... you know like the killer from the halloween movies HAHAHAHA. the nurse was wonderful. I was the only one in L and D at the time so she was with us the entire time. Sherry was her name and she was delightful.
I got the epidural... was planning on getting it even before going in. I had no desire to really be up moving around so it worked for me lol. I had no pain during the contractions and it did just as it was designed to do (as told to me by my anesthesiologist). it helped with the contractions and then wore off by the time I was fully dialated and ready to push so I had full feeling back and mobility by that time.
I just loved that hospital all around and that is definitely where I would go again IF there were a second child.
I also was like you guys who dont like people around when Im puking and everything. ALl that changed for me when I was at the end of my pregnancy with Bev. I ended up curling in bed with my mom alot when I didnt feel good. My mom ended up one night with me walking in there saying "mommy i dont feel good" (yes I say mommy when i feel sick LOL) and she moved over and gave me a place to lay down on the outside of her bed and rubbed my back trying to make me feel better. It didnt and I puked all over her bed and the floor because I couldnt get to the bathroom fast enough, that same night she had to undress me and lay down a towel and me so she could help me feel better (the hot water alleviated the puking). The last thing I was thinking about at that moment was my mom seeing me that way. Turned out I had food poisioning.
