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Well after that contraction- the baby still was not out- So she said we needed to get out of the water. Jacob's head was partially out now... The idea of getting out of the water was a terrifying thought... John knew how badly I wanted a waterbirth so he said "Can't you cut her in the water like you suggested?" She replied we needed to get out because it had been 2.5 hours of pushing and the baby should have been out at least an hour ago. 
Admittedly at that point I was exhausted of pushing- my legs were shaking and all my muscles ached from pushing.... BUT getting out of the tub was far more frightening... When she said we would move after the next contraction... I pushed as hard as I could.... I felt my body give way as his head came out... I heard everyone begin to make excited noises and everyone was saying "Keep Pushing!
Keep Pushing"
Sooo I took another breath and kept pushing, OH WOW! It was amazing, all at once I felt another tearing sensation (his shoulders) and then his body kind of slithered out. Immediate pain relief!!! I was amazed how instantly it did not hurt. Now I know what they mean when they say "The ring of fire" I know for next time to just keep pushing as hard and long as possible, because it will be instant relief!!!
After he was out they handed him to me. My thoughts were 'oh my God' he was sooo beautiful! I could not believe he was mine or that he had been living inside me for months! We moved shortly after to the bed, they took him for a short time to diaper him and clean him a little.... they brought him right back to begin breastfeeding.
I had to have an hours worth of stitches. Debbie would not tell me how many, just that I needed a lot and in 5 different spots. The stitching up was almost as painful as the delivery.... She had to keep giving me more shots of local pain meds... The shot itself to insert the pain med was painful.
When I was in the water I had lost my IV, so they were trying to give me a new one, to add pitocin and hydrate me...... but they decided to shoot me in the leg with pitocin in the meantime.... to help me deliver the placenta. John was calling people we knew about this time to tell them the news... I talked to a few people including my mom. My mom was sober and happy so I was relieved.
We stayed in the delivery room until around 1am... Jacob was born at 9:52pm... When we got to our room we were under the impression that they would be coming in the morning for his bath.... BUT just as I was about to brush my teeth and remove my contacts.... then there was a knock at the door.... It was time to go for his bath.
We watched his first bath and then headed back to the room.... They brought him back to us after he warmed back up around 3am..... Ahhhh finally sleep.
Well
maybe in a perfect world!
At 5:30am the pediatrician came to see Jacob. He took him and returned him about 6:00am... Every 3 hours the nurses would have me breast feed Jacob.
Breastfeeding was really painful! My left nipple was bleeding by day2! Not too mention the lack of sleep...... We had vistors all day on the 11th.... On the 12th no one came to the hospital.... John spent a little bit of time at home that day. I was feeling the baby blues.
The night of the 11th Jacob had been really fussy. The nurse said since he was a large baby (8lbs, 9 oz. 21.5' long) he prob was not satisifed by my pre-milk, Sooo I was really hating breastfeeding at this point.
We had our discharge meeting on the 12th.... They had all the new parents in a room- to discuss mommy and babycare... I was sitting in the room with tears flooding my eyes! Tears of sorrow for lost freedom, tears of uncertainty for the future with this new baby, tears of being overwhelmed with responsibility. You name the reason I had a tear for it! Sooo I was glad she said the baby blues are quite normal.... because John and I were both embarassed as I sat there in tears looking like my world was ending. (not to mention we were the only parents who sent there baby to the nursery during this meeting- he had to have his hearing test.... and I needed a break)........
John called both his sisters that morning.... I was upset when I learned he called them, he said he needed someone to talk to because it hurt him to see me look so miserable. He said he felt overwhelmed and even cried on his way home to spend some time resting.
In the hospital it was difficult for us to sleep- John had a cot like couch thing that he was too tall for and I was being woken to breastfeed... I wanted to go home so badly, but then more depressing news came- They would not let me leave the hospitsl till exactly 48 hours passed! sooo I would be there till at least 9:52pm......
Once we returned home that night, I felt better than I had at the hospitsl. However Jacob hadn't pooed all day... The next day he only peed once and no poos so I called the pediatrician- They told me since my milk hadn't come in to supplement him with formula.
Sooo..... that is what we did. The breastfeeding tho- still hurt a lot, sooo by the end of the weekend I had given up. I felt bad about giving up but I felt it was best for my sanity and my baby blues were almost instantly cured!
Admittedly at that point I was exhausted of pushing- my legs were shaking and all my muscles ached from pushing.... BUT getting out of the tub was far more frightening... When she said we would move after the next contraction... I pushed as hard as I could.... I felt my body give way as his head came out... I heard everyone begin to make excited noises and everyone was saying "Keep Pushing!
Keep Pushing"Sooo I took another breath and kept pushing, OH WOW! It was amazing, all at once I felt another tearing sensation (his shoulders) and then his body kind of slithered out. Immediate pain relief!!! I was amazed how instantly it did not hurt. Now I know what they mean when they say "The ring of fire" I know for next time to just keep pushing as hard and long as possible, because it will be instant relief!!!
After he was out they handed him to me. My thoughts were 'oh my God' he was sooo beautiful! I could not believe he was mine or that he had been living inside me for months! We moved shortly after to the bed, they took him for a short time to diaper him and clean him a little.... they brought him right back to begin breastfeeding.
I had to have an hours worth of stitches. Debbie would not tell me how many, just that I needed a lot and in 5 different spots. The stitching up was almost as painful as the delivery.... She had to keep giving me more shots of local pain meds... The shot itself to insert the pain med was painful.When I was in the water I had lost my IV, so they were trying to give me a new one, to add pitocin and hydrate me...... but they decided to shoot me in the leg with pitocin in the meantime.... to help me deliver the placenta. John was calling people we knew about this time to tell them the news... I talked to a few people including my mom. My mom was sober and happy so I was relieved.
We stayed in the delivery room until around 1am... Jacob was born at 9:52pm... When we got to our room we were under the impression that they would be coming in the morning for his bath.... BUT just as I was about to brush my teeth and remove my contacts.... then there was a knock at the door.... It was time to go for his bath.
We watched his first bath and then headed back to the room.... They brought him back to us after he warmed back up around 3am..... Ahhhh finally sleep.
Well
maybe in a perfect world!At 5:30am the pediatrician came to see Jacob. He took him and returned him about 6:00am... Every 3 hours the nurses would have me breast feed Jacob.
Breastfeeding was really painful! My left nipple was bleeding by day2! Not too mention the lack of sleep...... We had vistors all day on the 11th.... On the 12th no one came to the hospital.... John spent a little bit of time at home that day. I was feeling the baby blues.
The night of the 11th Jacob had been really fussy. The nurse said since he was a large baby (8lbs, 9 oz. 21.5' long) he prob was not satisifed by my pre-milk, Sooo I was really hating breastfeeding at this point.
We had our discharge meeting on the 12th.... They had all the new parents in a room- to discuss mommy and babycare... I was sitting in the room with tears flooding my eyes! Tears of sorrow for lost freedom, tears of uncertainty for the future with this new baby, tears of being overwhelmed with responsibility. You name the reason I had a tear for it! Sooo I was glad she said the baby blues are quite normal.... because John and I were both embarassed as I sat there in tears looking like my world was ending. (not to mention we were the only parents who sent there baby to the nursery during this meeting- he had to have his hearing test.... and I needed a break)........
John called both his sisters that morning.... I was upset when I learned he called them, he said he needed someone to talk to because it hurt him to see me look so miserable. He said he felt overwhelmed and even cried on his way home to spend some time resting.In the hospital it was difficult for us to sleep- John had a cot like couch thing that he was too tall for and I was being woken to breastfeed... I wanted to go home so badly, but then more depressing news came- They would not let me leave the hospitsl till exactly 48 hours passed! sooo I would be there till at least 9:52pm......
Once we returned home that night, I felt better than I had at the hospitsl. However Jacob hadn't pooed all day... The next day he only peed once and no poos so I called the pediatrician- They told me since my milk hadn't come in to supplement him with formula.
Sooo..... that is what we did. The breastfeeding tho- still hurt a lot, sooo by the end of the weekend I had given up. I felt bad about giving up but I felt it was best for my sanity and my baby blues were almost instantly cured!
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