My happy hospital birth story #Birth stories#childbirth#hospital birth Updated Jan 1 2016 (Posted Sep 18 2013) Guest post by Raina Photos by Mike Turz. My daughter Nora's due date was May 27th, 2012. As of June 5th, she was LATE! I was 41 weeks and 3 days pregnant. I was scheduled to be induced on Sunday June 10th if I didn't go into labor naturally, so I'm so glad I did go into labor on my own. I just didn't want to be induced; the suspense/anxiety would have gotten to me. So on Tuesday night of the 5th I started getting contractions. I had been getting a lot of Braxton hicks contractions through my third trimester, but taking a bath or laying down had been making them go away. After a few hours of contractions we went to the hospital. They checked me out in triage and told me, "You're only 1cm dilated. You should go home, take a bath, relax, eat a bunch of food, because once you're checked into the hospital we won't let you have anything but clear liquids." My water hadn't broken yet either, so we went home and ordered tons of Chinese food, and tried to watch a movie. My contractions were getting worse and worse and I couldn't focus on the movie. My partner Mike basically force fed me and told me I needed food to have energy for labor. He was right, but I was basically crawling around the house moaning, so eating wasn't my FIRST priority — but I ate it anyway. For a few hours I tried to get comfortable through the contractions — moving in different positions, trying to lay down, taking a bath, etc. I thought, I MUST be dilated more, I MUST! Let's go back to the hospital! So around 2am we went in again, they were like, "Oh, you're back!" Mike had to wheel me in a wheelchair, the contractions were so bad I couldn't walk and had tears in my eyes from the pain. It turns out I was now dilated three centimeters, so we got all checked in and into our room. I took another bath (because they had whirlpool tubs with jets in every room) and then tried sitting on the birthing ball, laying weird ways in my bed, having Mike hold me and rub my back. I couldn't imagine the pain getting worse, but it was, little by little. I loved having Mike rub my back and my shoulders. It really helped. The nurses were all amazing, too. They had great suggestions for positions that would make me more comfortable. Apparently as labor progressed and my contractions were getting stronger I wouldn't talk during them. Related Post Contractions and deep thoughts: a midwife-assisted hospital birth story The memories are fleeting. They sink like photographs thrown into a deep lake. Lulling back and forth, the water blurs their edges until they fade... Read more Around 6am they checked me again and told me I was 6cm dilated. Now usually women dilate about a cm an hour, but I was moving slow (it took me 14 hours to get from 1cm to 6cm). Also Nora was in the posterior position (head down, facing forward), so I was having back labor. In discussing the probability that my labor would progress quickly until it was time to push (which is another two hours usually), I was looking at at least another four hours of contractions and then two hours of pushing. At that point I really considered an epidural. I talked it over with the doctor and nurses and I decided after having been up all day, and then 14 hours (so far) of labor, I was so exhausted and had no energy left, that I wanted the epidural. I had always said I didn't want one, but at that moment, in so much pain, I thought I deserved the drugs. So I got an epidural, and it was amazing. I was able to eat some broth and jello. It was truly the most relaxed yet exciting moment. I felt the drugs take effect, and it made my whole body shake for about 10 minutes, but then it stopped and I just remember breathing these huge breaths of relief and comfort. I was too excited to REALLY sleep but I got a little catnap in. Finally around noon on Wednesday I was dilated 10 centimeters, my water had broken while I was trying to nap, and after a quick check by the doctor, I was told I was ready to push! I cannot put into words the excitement I felt. My body just took over and it felt good to push. I have never felt my body just have the urge to do something that I wasn't mentally controlling. It was such an incredible sensation. One of the nurses grabbed my left leg, Mike was instructed to grab my right leg, and off we went with pushing! At the beginning of the pushing stage, I had enough energy between pushes to chit-chat with the nurses, but the last 45 minutes I was in such a crazy mental state. I really remember nothing. Well, all I remember was that I was BOILING hot, and apparently mumbling and asking Mike to pour ice water over my head, and put ice cubes on my head. I also remember just not thinking. For the first time in my entire life, I had no thoughts in my head, only the instinct and urge to push. It was this dreamy, blank, primal state of mind. At one point my OB/GYN had left the room, but apparently my pushing was more effective than anybody thought it would be and her head came halfway out. The nurses told me to stop pushing, and I snapped back to reality and was like, "WHAT?! NO!!!!" They told me, "The doctor isn't here, we paged her, she's coming!" They kept telling me to wait and not push, but I just ignored them and pushed one last time with all the energy left in my body, and the nurse caught her just as the doctor ran through the door to witness it! They immediately pulled off my gown and put our daughter right on my chest and cleaned her off while she was on top of me. I really and truly cannot put into words how incredible that moment was. I was so proud of her (and me!) and just cried and cried tears of joy. I could not believe this little person staring at me, holding my finger, breathing her strong little breaths laying on top of me. If anybody was talking to me or saying anything, I did not hear it. The only thing in the world that existed in that moment was me and Nora. All I could do was marvel at her beauty. I had my little person in my arms! I'm crying again just thinking about it. It was the most fantastic moment of my entire life. Reporter Name * Reporter Email * Original text Enter the original text here. Edited text* Enter your suggested copyedit here. Notes You can add a note for the editor here. * Required information. Fix Typo Guest post written by Raina Raina is designer, illustrator, wife and (relatively new) mom who lives in Western NY and enjoys naps. You may have seen her offbeat wedding here. http://rainatinker.blogspot.com/ PREVIOUS Annabelle's non-pink bird-themed bedroom NEXT Sarah & Joseph: From welding wedding to renovating and communicating Show/Hide comments [ 9 ] Great story, congratulations! It's lovely to read how it all progressed and how you made decisions in the thick of it. I can't believe the nurses wanted you to wait for the doctor, ha, it sounds like you were in the zone! Reply From your pictures and description of the hospital and your WNY location, I think we delivered at the same hospital! If it was Unity, they are so mama and baby friendly and I loved them, too! Reply It was Strong, actually! I had a fantastic experience. I've heard wonderful things about Unity, though! Reply Lovely story! So glad you were able to make the best decisions for yourself, and that last picture is so adorable it's making me smile back at you! Reply Beautiful story – I'm having a hospital birth in a few weeks and I really love hearing about great ones with supportive staff. From what I learned in my birthing class, our hospital's nurses are pretty great at giving you lots of tips to get you through. 🙂 (And I'm also naming our daughter Norah! 🙂 Reply Love this! I too had a quick pushing experience, and am glad I wasn't told to stop, because THERE HE WAS! My midwife was only gloved up on one hand and daddy almost had to catch the baby because apparently once he was ready he was READY! I love that you had a happy hospital birth! I sometimes get side-eye (here in the pacific northwest) for raving about my hospital birth. But I was able to have the birth I wanted, with midwives, at a hospital 10 minutes from home! Reply Aww that is beautiful! I love awesome stories like this, it's nice to hear that I'm not the only one that loved my hospital births. (Also, posterior position is awful! Good choice opting for the epidural and the catnap, because it is seriously exhausting.) Reply As I approach my due date (for baby #3), I'm trying to read only happy birth stories; and yours was perfect. Thanks for sharing. I love how your hubby force fed you Chinese (ha!), that you kept pushing even though the doctor wasn't there (silly nurses) and how they put her right on your chest. What an awesome experience. Congrats! Reply Thanks for sharing your happy story! I'm 37w exactly right now and positive stories are a huge boost right now. My first was sunny side up and I had lovely back labour too. Yuck! I eventually got an epidural too (after already getting to 10 cm and FINALLY being allowed to push!) and although it wasn't what I had planned on, it was definitely right for me at that time. Thanks for sharing your happy joy! Reply Join the conversation Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published. 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