The night before Owen was born, I had this horrible feeling that something was wrong. I had been having irregular contractions for a couple of days which isn't unusual toward the end for me, but the contractions had been getting stronger and stronger without regulating at all. We had planned a homebirth, but after failing to get hold of the midwife I decided to have Rod take me to the hospital( around midnight).
The doctor on call was absolutely horrible to us. She no longer works there (or anywhere in our state although we ultimately decided not to sue). She barely checked me, was extremely rude and completely refused to listen to our concerns. She told me I was no where near having the baby( 1cm dilated, not effaced at all, and baby still floating) and to go home and follow my birth plan. The nurse we had was extremely nice and convinced the doctor to do an ultrasound to check for position. The doctor barely touched the wand to my belly told us the baby was head down and then THREW the ultrasound wand and stomped out of the room. I don't know if she had just had a really bad day or if she was that upset that we had planned to birth at home or what, but she didn't even try to hide her contempt for us. I thought about heading another 30 min away (already 30 min away from home) to the next closest hospital, but managed to convince myself that the doctor wouldn't have treated us like that if something was really wrong. I also wasn't in the mood to be treated like that again, so we went home to follow our birth plan.
I continued to have strong, but extremely irregular contractions throughout the night. they would stop completely for up to 3 or 4 hours at a time so I was able to get some sleep. The next morning was the same. I decided to get in the bath to see if it would either relax me enough to stop the contractions or bring them on stronger. We had bought tickets to Harry Potter for Cameron's birthday and decided to have my Mom take the kids in just in case. My mom left with our van and the older 4 kids leaving Rod, Morgan, and I home. After a while in the tub the contractions slacked off and I figured the doctor was right. I was now at 39 weeks exactly, which is the longest I had ever carried anyone up until then, but everyone always says that each pregnancy is different. The midwife finally got our messages and called to check on us (I hadn't tried to call the backup midwife, first because I was so worried I just wanted to go to the hospital and then because I had been told I wasn't close to having the baby). I had only had two contractions in the last two hours, so we told her we thought things were settling down and we'd call back if it picked back up.
Rod went back in the other room to put a movie on for Morgan and I decided to get out of the tub. I stood up and IMMEDIATELY had 3 contractions one right on top of the other. My water broke and I felt Owen's head descend. I yelled to Rod that my water broke and I could feel his hair (no, we didn't know he was a boy). At this point I thought everything was fine. I was going to have the easiest labor ever. Then I pushed and looked down into Owen's eyes. Yes, he was posterior. I pushed again and nothing, he didn't move any further down. Rod had made it into the bathroom by now and was draining the tub as I flipped onto hand and knees (the best position for both posterior and shoulder dystocia). Still nothing. Rod had to reach in and turn Owen and pop my bones out of joint to finally get him out. My water broke at 1:07, at 1:16 Owen stopped fighting, and we finally got him out at 1:25. His cord was completely limp, he was blue, no breathing, no heartbeat. I started CPR while Rod ran to call 911. Morgan had come into the bathroom just long enough to run off with the phone. The paramedics arrived in ten minutes and did 3 rounds of CPR and got a heartbeat! They bagged him and rushed to the hospital. I went in another ambulance hemorrhaging with pre-eclampsia.
|If you look closely at this picture, you can see his flat brain scan.|
The next morning, the student neurologist came in and gave us the results of the MRI. She said everyone in the hospital and surrounding hospitals had studied it and no one could find any abnormalities.