Kyle James Reese Velazquez
Born 2/28 at 4:39 am
8lbs 11.8oz and 22 inches long
My VBAC Success Story!
After a c section 2.5 years ago due to my son being a backwards butt down breech baby. And a failed version....
41 weeks pregnant at 6:00am Saturday 2/27 my water broke as I flipped over in bed. There was no doubt that is what happened. I woke hubs and told him to get a towel for me. Then told him to go back to sleep until our son, Alex wakes up.
I waddled around with a towel between my legs and waited to see what would happen next. nothing but more water leaking until about 2:15.That's when very mild contractions started. At this point we were on our way to my parents house to drop our 2 year old off. We stayed at my parents house to wait it out. I went for a walk with my mom in the rain. When we got back from walking, I called the midwife on call. .She said to take our time but she expected to see me at about 8.
About 4:30pm we decided to drive up towards the hospital (an hour drive) just to be safe. 5:30pm We went to starbucks to hang out. My contractions were about 3 to 4 minutes apart and lasting 30 seconds to a minute. I could still talk and walk(ish) through them. They started getting worse and at 7:00pm I decided we should check in to the hospital
7:30 got into a triage type room to and contractions were picking up a bit. I got checked for progress and I was at 2cm. THATS ALL? ugh!
There was a room with a bath tub so they hurried and got me in while it was still open. When I got settled in the room the nurse requested that they start me on IV's of fluids and a pit drip. I denied both. I told them I would rather wait and see what my body could do. They agreed to let me do that, but told me that I did need a hep lock just in case I needed IV's and I had to have monitoring all the time because of my previous c section. Luckily for me they had the monitors that you could walk around with and could get wet.
I walked around the halls and paused for contractions. They were coming faster and harder, but I was ok with the pain.
Time was flying. Next thing I knew it's midnight and I am feeling the beasts that are contractions. HOLY CRAP, I can do this. Right?
A guy came in to have me sign an emergency c-section consent form and said "ok thanks for your signature, I hope to never see you again"
1:00-2:00 I decided to lay in my bed and rest between contractions. I Ended up throwing up and remember thinking, 'I must be close to transition'. After that my world was being rocked. I started thinking of pain meds (mainly a lovely epi, it sounded great). Midwife suggested I try the birthing tub. I didn't want to move, but I did. The tub was nice, but I started feeling lots of pressure. gravity was doing it's thing. shew!
They hadn't checked me since I was admitted. This was hard for me. But since my water broke they didn't want to introduce bacteria and risk infection.
2:45am I got out of the tub, then went to my bed and got on my hands and knees. Labored with CRAZY contractions that made me start begging and pleading with my mom for the epidural.
I had told her a few weeks previous when we talked about my birth plan, not to let me get an epi, no matter what I said.
After each contraction I told her "I know what I said, but forget it, I need something." next break, " This is ridiculous!!" after another contraction,"NO SERIOUSLY, I DON'T THINK I CAN DO THIS!"
She said, "Yes you can, do you know that some people get headaches with an epidual... and you already have a bad back... and blah blah" She was annoying me so badly. But I love her so much for it. lol
A little after 3am the midwife said let's check you and then we'll make a decision about meds. She announced that I was complete and it was time to start pushing. She said after a few minutes of pushing we'll think about iv meds if I want em. I didn't want that crap, I wanted the good stuff, or nothing at all.
Out come the squatting bar and the awesome handles that I totally used the wrong way. I ended up on my back, feet up on the squatting bar and my hands pushing against the handles, instead of pulling. My mom was at my side and my husband was at my back holding my head and shoulders up during every contraction. Both encouraging me so much...
Pushing was hard to get the hang of. They brought out the mirror so I could see what was going on. That helped a bunch!
Then in walks the guy(ob on call) that said he never wanted to see me again talking about the baby being in distress during contractions. Awesome! (NOT)
After every contraction and pushing session I could hear him talking (whispering) to my midwife about possible interventions. My midwife kept saying, shes doing it, let's just see. This motivated me like nothing else. I pushed so much more efficiently. My midwife helped me by massaging me and by applying lubricant as I pushed. But Kyle's head just kept going back in over and over. I ended up having to do mini pushes between contractions to keep him down. Then by draining my bladder with a cath. ick. it helped bring him down and I started feeling the ring of fire and decided not to let him go back from there, I pushed like a mutha and out came my baby boy.
They put him on my chest and waited for the cord to stop pulsing before my husband cut it.
I had a first degree tear underneath and a few tiny cuts in the front. I did get a few stitches and they are uncomfortable and a it burns when I pee (the peri bottle with warm water is your friend. I took 2 or 3 bottles at a time!!!) ha! TMI? Maybe? and there is swelling, but this is NOTHING like MY recovery with my c section (I had a really hard recovery with my c)
Sorry for the long long story. but I am proud of myself. I did it! I had my intervention(other than making me pee) and med free VBAC! I still can't believe that I did it. I couldn't have done it with out my mom. She rocked my world (even though I wanted to kick her out during the last hour before pushing, but I think that's normal... right?). lol
