||[Feb. 24th, 2005|05:19 pm]
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= SUNDAY the 20th =
I started having contractions at about 10-11pm on Saturday night. I didn't realize it until I called my mom around 4am. During Saturday I noticed small bits of obvious mucus coming out; during the night, they got pinker. I kept bugging my boyfriend to take me to the hospital, but he wanted to wait until my contractions were closer than 6-7 minutes. We slowly got ready, and he wasted time by making us go to the beach.
I think we finally got to the hospital and admitted around 7am. During the labor check, the nurse said I was 2-3cm dilated and 70%(?) effaced. (A marked dilation progress since my last OB appointment.) I was then sent to L&D, where I asked for IV drugs (received Nubain) so I could get some rest. I received about 2-3 doses before it was *time*. My dilation and effacement progressed rapidly throughout the day. About 4pm, my OB and a whole menagerie of personnel came in. Time to start pushing. I whined for more drugs, but of course I didn't get it. So my delivery was all natural (a surprise in a hospital where it seems most deliveries are C-Sections). I must've pushed for less than an hour (it seemed longer), as Olivia (Hsiaowei) Hsu was born at 5pm. I was scaring everyone in the process, because it seemed I was thrashing everywhere, unable to cope with the pain. My OB had been sticking her fingers into me, to help the baby out, but I felt it was hindering my pushing, so I whined about removing them. She then stepped aside, and they kept telling me I was probably hurting the baby. I realized that, but I couldn't quite help it. However, I did make an effort to control myself, pushing with the contractions with all my strength. (They weren't lying about the "Ring of Fire" sensation.) I don't know how bad I tore, but I required a couple stitches that still burn a little.
I don't know her APGAR's for certain, but he remembers one of them being an 8 (probably the second one). They said her breath was kind of grunty, the cord was wrapped around her neck when her head emerged (they quickly cut it), and a little meconium was in the amniotic fluid (when the OB broke it[?]). I was disappointed that I wasn't able to hold her immediately. They took her to the regular nursery first (while there they brought her to me for breastfeedings), then I was informed later she'd have to be in the ICU to rule out sepsis (blood infection). I cried when they said that, because initially there was rumors she'd be transferred back to my room the next day, from the regular nursery. She seemed fine to me, but, eh. The Level 1 and 2 ICU nurses couldn't bring her to me for feedings, I had to go there. I did have some residents and nursing students do some exams on me.
My boyfriend didn't stay while I was at the hospital, figuring that since me and the baby weren't in the same room, and the apartment still needed to be cleaned. The hospital had a "stay-for-48-hours-after-delivery" policy, so we both came home on Wednesday afternoon.
When I first breastfed Olivia, admittedly I got frustrated because at first, it reminded me too much of my boyfriend sucking them. *blushes* The experience has gotten much better, though. That night, I had to get help just to go pee or take a shower. I attempted to take a shower with Hsiaokwai's help, and sat down in a corner of the shower (didn't have a stool in there). As I tried to stand up again, I started feeling faint, and apparently blacked out for a few seconds. Throughout the night I continued to rapidly soak through pads...
= MONDAY the 21st =
At 6am Monday morning, I still wasn't feeling right, and they pushed on my uterus, to see a piece of placenta come out. My bleeding was reduced a lot after that, but my OB wanted me to get a D&C to make sure everything was out. I was completely terrified. I'd never gone through surgery before. I was told not to eat or drink before they even knew for sure whether I'd need to do it. They did an ultrasound first, and it showed some stuff still in there, so around noon-1pm I got the D&C done. They gave me a spinal, which wasn't so bad (I don't know how different it is from epidurals, but when they say it numbs, it NUMBS.) It was done quickly, and I was in recovery for 30-60 minutes (the spinal's effects went away by the time I was back in my room, but left me with a backache). I could actually stand and walk around right after it, so the procedure was indeed necessary.
Sometime Monday night, she was moved from Level 2 to a transitional nursery (Level 1?). My own nurses were wonderful, ESPECIALLY in regards to breastfeeding, compared to the NICU nurses. I think the NICU nurses just pay lip service to breastfeeding. The NICU nurses tried giving me advice that went against everything I'd heard (from acquaintances and my own mother who didn't even BF me for long), such as 10-minute time limits and feeding schedules. *sighs* They received many dirty looks from me in regards to them insistent on supplementing with formula. Amazingly Olivia is easily able to go between breast and bottle without problems, though.
= EPILOGUE =
I have pumped a few times so far. The first two times, I only got 5 mL's total from both breasts... but the 3rd and 4th times, I've pumped a couple ounces combined. My boyfriend likes having the honors of pumping, LOL!
I'm thankful she was able to be discharged the same day as me, we thought she might have to stay longer, but she was OK.
As I said earlier, she was born on the same day I was admitted (Sunday 2/20/05) at 5pm. Her birthweight was 7 pounds 11 ounces, and she's 51cm in length. She looks more like her father, which pleases me (and her paternal grandfather LOL). Her bloodtype is O+, just like her father (and surprisingly like MY father). So I had to get another RhoGam shot. :(
I'm still convinced that another child is out of the question (childbirth is not at all enjoyable enough to do again), but eh, you never know, I guess.
My mom will be here for a week after he returns to work, which relieves me a lot.
She is such a beautiful girl, though. So beautiful. The most beautiful in the world.