I demanded a cesarean- my labor story. 

Yikes. Let me back track and just say, I had hoped for a 100% natural labor. No epidural, no induction drugs, and certainly not a cesarean ( c-section ).

I was induced on a Thursday evening, with Cytotec. I had to be hooked up to everything to monitor baby and I so I wasn’t mobile at all. Which was crappy!! I didn’t sleep a wink that night, but the pill started to give baby issues so I had to switch to something they could ‘pull out’ and I agreed after being strapped up to oxygen I wasn’t trying the pill again.

Which was sad because within 30 minutes of the pill I had uterine spasms and things were happening. Fast forward on to Friday afternoon- nothing was happening and although I was having contractions via monitor I wasn’t really feeling anything{ other than hunger}. They let me eat in the afternoon, one hospital meal. If I would have known that was going to be my last meal till Sunday at dinner time– I would have shoved my face much more.

Pitocin was started that afternoon / evening and my dilation was slow {and slower it felt like}. Contractions started to pick up and I was feeling them more than I wanted to. The nurse said I was a 4 and my water broke during a dilation check, and they were able to put internal monitors on instead of the external which kept falling off. Well I progressed slow all through Saturday evening when my parents flight arrived in- I was not only feeling all of my Pitocin contractions, I was starving and exhausted. Pitocin was stopped so I could have a break and nap. It was glorious and until I woke up to severe contractions– some one had restarted my Pitocin!?! Jerks. I got an epidural earlier in the day when I thought my pain was bad—I had no clue then!

My epidural wasn’t working, and my contractions were not doing the wavy up and down with rest periods– it was level 10 on the monitor vs level 5 when I got it. I was silly and should have waited longer but who the heck labors this long!?

So with no rests between contractions I began to lose it. I was getting back labor and my body was so deprived of energy both in food and sleep I honestly was just feeling insane pain and wanted to give up.

A few things were bothering me at this time other than being stuck at a 9.5 and wanting to push the baby out.

1. The doc kept saying over the three days the baby had not moved down( not descending down the stations of labor  he should have)
2. The doctor said my baby was bald when she felt him after my water broke( all my ultrasounds showed a head full of hair floating around)

So at 2 am on Sunday- I not so calmly told the nurse and Doctor ‘I give up’. Meaning I wanted a c section. I had this feeling my baby wouldn’t come out, and they told me since I was a first time mom once I finally did reach 10- ” it could be a few hours of pushing”. So not what they should have told me what so ever.

I agreed after much cussing to try another hour, the doctor left, and then sh*t hit the fan. I started to feel sick, I lost what little calm I had and began throwing up. The amount of gross fluids happening at this hour was horrible. Mind you I only was allowed to shower once Friday morning. I was having back labor, contractions with no breaks whatsoever, the pain was so intense I thought I was going to pass out- instead I just kept throwing up.

Five minutes later I clicked my button and calmly said ” I’m done”

When asked what that meant – all I could manage was ” I’m done”

Another lengthy speech on how this was the wrong decision, and more risks and complications were reviewed {again} I just sighed and said “No, I am done”

Within minutes I was whisked off and prepped for my c section. I was beyond exhaustion I was not aware through 99% of it. I have vague memories of my husband, and being shown my little guy behind the sheet( I just remember WHAT THE CRAP THAT’S A HUGE BABY!! And falling back asleep) I guess they put him in my arms and I was beaming smiles at him the whole hospital bed ride back to my new suite for csection mamas. I have only minimal recolection of this, and nurses taking care of him putting him to eat while I just kind of played there. Heads up c section mommas get nicer beds, but no jacuzzi tub like the other room.

As they wheeled me out of the OR all I did was smile at my little miracle baby. This was a shot as we were going down the hallway.

Once getting back my doctor checked on me and expressed not only did I have a big baby, he was stuck, and sunny side up.

Ah-ha!! I was sad for him since he was stuck his little head had this giant sore bump scabby ring around it where he couldn’t get through. Then his head full of hair explained why she thought he was bald- he was flipped!
Finally!!!! I had mothers intuition and knew labor was just not going to happen for me, not the way I had hoped at all. I was lucky and only an inch of my scar is actually visible, but it doesn’t matter- I would go through major surgery again to meet my baby- every time.