Thrice the Back Story: A Doctor, A Vagina, and a Baby

Sorry. Been a little busy with the whole school/being a mum/wife thing. Probably going to be pretty sporadic with the postings and such. So, in advance, sorry.
Note: This post contains the birth story of my Goo. Duh. So if you don't wanna read that, don't :)

Thrice the Back Story: A Doctor, A Vagina, and a Baby.

Lemme start by saying, at first, I loved my doctor. She was nice. She seemed to have faith in me and my body. I was like "Hey! Maybe having an OB won't be so bad?" As my pregnancy progressed, she seemed to get more and more anxious about everything. I was labelled as high risk because I had "too much fluid" and threatened with caesareans because Goo was sideways until 37.5 weeks. I was so stressed out about him being transverse. My section day was for exactly 38 weeks. She wouldn't take no for an answer. I felt so pressured by her at the end. It was not a very good experience.
At my 39.5 week appointment, she said I would be induced the Monday after my 40th week (Feb 13th). In her defence, she did say that I could say no. I felt that I couldn't though. For whatever reason. That weekend, I tried every trick I could find to try and kick start labour naturally. Nothing worked.
We got up at 5AM on February 13th, 2012. We had to be at the hospital for 7. Babe and I showered and packed my bag (he wasn't allowed to stay overnight). It was myself, Babe, my Mum and my sister in my Mum's van. We had packed cards, Monopoly, snacks, books, Babe brought some notebooks and pens. I was reading "It's Our Prom (So deal with it) by Julia Anne Peters" (I have a signed copy!) Babe was reading "Misery by Stephen King" that he got at a book sale in the hospital. When we got there at 7AM, they put in this weird gel string thing. I had that thing in all day, nothing happened until about 7PM, when I started getting contractions.

They came on pretty fast and pretty hard. When the nurse checked me I was having contractions every minute. And they hurt. (duh). The nurse broke my heart though. Despite the contractions. Despite the pain. I was no where. I was at 1cm, the same I had been for weeks. I was so frustrated. She suggested I take some pain meds so I could sleep the night and start some pitocin in the morning. I was deflated. I said yeah, sure. Not like this pain is getting me anywhere anyway. My Mum and sister had to leave but (since the hospital was pretty dead that night) they let Babe stay. Thank god my nurse let him stay, else I would have been all alone while giving birth. 

The night part of my labour is really messed up in my mind. It was very fuzzy. I vaguely remember waking up with contractions every 5ish minutes, calling for Babe (who didn't wake up because he sleeps like a rock lol). At around 2:30 I woke up to the "pop" of my water breaking. I rang the nurses desk and not my regular nurse comes in a barks at me "Did you change your clothes yet?" After I said that my water broke. I replied "uhh, no. I felt it pop then called you." So I woke babe up, got him to help me out of my wet clothes and into the shower. God that shower felt good. The warm water helped so much with the contractions. I then got shooed back into bed by the nurse. (If you can't tell, I wasn't very fond of her.)

I woke up at 4:30 with the distinct feeling of "I need to poop" and if you've had natural childbirth, you know what my body was trying to tell me. I realized this and buzzed the nurse from the toilet. My regular nurse (yay!) came back and was like "You okay?" to which I replied "Pretty sure I need to push." She was like "Really? So soon? Come back into bed and let me check you." So I did. Went from 1cm the last time she checked me to a whopping 9.5cm the next time she did. Woke Babe up, he tried calling my family. Apparently the hospital's phones don't call long distance though and cell phones can't accept collect calls so we couldn't get a hold of them.

We made our way to the delivery room and I got hooked up to a contraction machine. (yay?) I was on my back (wish I had stood my ground on that one) with my feet in stirrups. What a fun way to give birth! It's the most productive way! (not) I was progressing pretty fast for the first bit. Was pushing just fine. It hurt, but not "scream at the top of my lungs until everyone around me needs hearing aids" hurt. Not sure if this was from the stuff she gave me 6 hours ago or what but the nurse said I was one of the quietest women she's even seen in labour. (This gave me a huge moral boost lol) At some point, my doctor came in and gave me local anaesthetic to my perineum. I tore. Both ways. (I still pee funny sometimes) It wasn't very fun afterwards but I didn't feel a thing at that point lol. TWO hours later, Goo was born. Born peeing, actually. He's never going to live that down MWAHAHAHAHA.
My Mum and sister got there just in to hear him wail as he came out. I didn't get my wanted skin to skin. My nurse quickly wrapped him in blankets and a hat. I wasn't able to do the breast crawl thing. I had no idea what I was doing for latching him. I kinda just put him on my boob. We were both very uncomfortable. He nursed a little but wasn't very interested in it. I got stitched up and sent back to my room (which suddenly wasn't just my room anymore).
More on my hospital stay next time! For now, I need to get some sleep. It's 9:45 and I need to be up at 5:15 to get ready for school and stuff (buses are useful but they infinitely suck when you have to make multiple stops). So Night all my readers (mostly Dad lol)

PS: Couldn't really find a place to put it in my ramblings, but I wouldn't have had nearly as good of a birth if not for my Babe. He was there with me, helping me out. He held my hand and gave me sips of water. I'm truly thankful for him. <3

Even More Backstory! Being all Preggo-Fish!

So. Third instalment of this. Third post. Yeah. I feel like we're getting somewhere. Okay. Maybe not. You realize I use periods a lot? My English teacher would hate my blog posts. [Side note: Apparently Google, who owns blogger, doesn't think blog is it's own word. Weird.] Anywho, back on topic? (We have a topic, right?)
So after finding out I was preggers, I moved back into the crap town I grew up in. Apparently pregnant me thought it would be an awesome idea. I wanted to be near my Mum. Mums = Awesome. Know what's not awesome? Said town I grew up in. Seriously. There is nothing there. The hospital I delivered in was an hour away. My OB was an hour away. I couldn't have a midwife because I lived, you guessed it, an hour away. In said town, I read boob juice stuff. I read cloth diapering stuff. I read blogs. And I slept. Yep. That was my pregnancy. And lemons. Lots of lemons. They were my craving during pregnancy. My Mum thought they would make me sick. I had like two to three lemons a day. Nom Nom Nom.
When I was about 4 months pregnant. My Babeh and I got married. It was on a Thursday in September. Weird, I know but it was our third year anniversary so meh. We were actually engaged before I got pregnant and planned on getting married in 2012 (because it was a Saturday) but we bumped it up so we could get married before Dangoo was born.
We lived in this crappy little apartment building. Our rooms were super cold. The front door kept breaking on us. If we used any of the outlets on the one side of our apartment, the entire apartment would be out of power until we could get a hold of the building manager. Fun times.
By the end of my pregnancy, I was anxious as anyone. I made a huge mistake. I said yes to being induced. Thankfully, I didn't get any pitocin but I still regret it. More on that next time though and I'll go into details about my labour and the first few weeks with my Dangoo.

S'more Backstory! The End of High School!

So in 2011, I was in high school. I had no interest in being there. I love babies. And breastfeeding. And cloth diapers. I didn't want to be in school. I wanted to be a Mum. My grades sucked. I missed a lot of school because I would get anxiety. I hated high school. It sucked.
In May of 2011, I got pregnant. I was excited. Yay! It was what I wanted! Seriously. It was the best thing that happened to me. I do think that I should have finished high school. Before I even knew I was pregnant, I knew something was up. I fell asleep everywhere. Getting dressed? Fell asleep. Going to the bathroom? Fell asleep. Eating? Fell asleep. I swear 60% of my pregnancy was spent sleeping. So naturally, I fell asleep in class. My already poor grades really dropped. I didn't even try to fix them. I was ashamed. So I just hid. I didn't go to school I found out. I figured there was no point. But DURR, of course there was. I totally should have finished that semester. At least then I would have my OSSD. But I can't go back and finish that. Or change it. I'm no timelord.
So. Moral of the story. You need motivation to succeed in school. Whether you just want those numbers or you have an end goal in mind, you need something. 'Nother moral? Don't get pregnant in high school. It's awkward. But if you are pregnant, and young, and currently reading this for some reason. Don't give up and just wallow. Seriously, it will get you no where. It may take some time, but don't stop searching for what you want to do with your life. If you want to be a SAHM, try and find a way to make that work. Love breastfeeding? Find something to do with that (like me!). Love those fluffy bums? Make your own line of cloth diapers! Dust off that old sewing machine you got from your weird, gender biased aunt.
Yay learning more about me!
Type to y'all later!