Showing posts with label induction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label induction. Show all posts

Monday, March 9, 2015

Why Ruthie is Having a Repeat C-Section

If you've read my birth story with Ford, then that should be enough of an explanation as to why I am choosing to have a repeat C section, but I wanted to share more in detail. I hate that in today's times, I feel like I need to defend my choice because it really effects no one but me and my family but I want to share my story and hopefully encourage other mamas who feel defeated or judged for their birth plans. If you haven't read Ford's birth story, you can read it here.

In short, I never went into labor and was induced at 41 weeks with Ford. I am a very small woman who was measuring very large and my doctor didn't want me going much past 41 weeks with the chance of losing amniotic fluids and the baby getting too big for a vaginal delivery. Oh and it is illegal in Texas to go past 42 weeks under medical care. So induction day... I was barely dilated and experienced no signs of labor so Pitocin was given and my waters were broken. They don't call it labor for nothing, holy crap contractions are intense, especially unmedicated on Pitocin. I found out I had Thrombocytopenia (low blood platelet count, happens to 1% of women) which meant I couldn't get an epidural. That sucked. I labored for 8 hours on the highest dose of Pitocin, sans medication, and did not dilate ONE CENTIMETER. You heard that right. It was in that moment we decided a C section was the safest route for me and baby, and frankly I didn't care how he got here, I wanted to be out of pain. I had general surgery fully under, Jon wasn't allowed in the room, and I met Ford a few hours later. I get very sad when I hear about women feeling disappointed with having to have a C section because I feel like I had pretty much everything go wrong and my birth was the complete opposite than I could have ever imagined and I think I was sad for about 5 minutes. My son was alive and healthy, I was alive and healthy. Enough to make my heart swell with gratitude and love.

Jon meeting Ford for the first time, he was just a few minutes old 

Me meeting Ford a few hours later (even though I am awake, I don't remember any of this)

Recovery was rough and if I am being honest, there were times when I thought I could never do this again because it was that painful. But I healed. I am definitely guilty of assuming life will always be a certain way, especially when I am in a particularly tough season. Painful C section recovery, 4 month sleep regression, sick babies....you feel like the movie Groundhog Day will never end. But it does!

I realize I am getting way off topic here. Back to a repeat C section. Even after experiencing a 1 in 100 occurring birth story and one hell of a recovery, it was etched in stone that I did not want to experience labor ever again. Before I even became pregnant with baby #2, I knew I would be a repeat C section mama. Labor was traumatic and painful and I experienced enough in those 8 hours of trying to satisfy me for the rest of my life. Do I feel like I missed out on something because I didn't push a baby out my lady bits? Absolutely not. I feel victorious and powerful because I gave birth! Period! I don't feel like less of a woman or less of a mother but I feel grateful that I live in a time period in which I survived my son's birth. It's sad that birth has become a competitive sport. Why does it matter if someone got an epidural or chose a repeat C section or had the antibiotic goop put on their newly born baby's eyes. I can say without a doubt that my choice to have a repeat C section (and use the eye goop and vaccinate right after birth and circumcise at 2 days old) will not effect anyone but me and my baby.

At my very first prenatal appointment with baby #2, my doctor asked what my plan was. I am so thankful to go to a doctor who never tried to sway me one way or another but is 100% on board with my decision. I did not want to be talked into a VBAC nor if I wanted a VBAC did I want to be talked into a C section. I told her I was 100% positive I wanted another C section (as is Jon) but wanted to know why VBACs are so risky. Some doctors don't perform them and they cost more insurance-wise but I had no idea why. She informed me that when you have a contraction, there is a chance that the incision on your uterus from your C section would burst causing you to bleed and need an emergency hysterectomy (meaning no more children). In all her years of practice she has only had that happen to 1 of her patients and said the chances are 1%. Sure those are very low stats but having low blood platelets during labor only happens to 1% of people and it happened to me. I have stopped thinking of myself as "Oh it would never happen to me" because it did. I don't want to take the risk. Also, you cannot be induced for a VBAC and my track record of never even dilating or having a contraction for 41 weeks with Ford isn't great. If you've had a successful VBAC then I am so happy for you! Just as happy as I am for mamas who have 5 sections or 5 vaginal deliveries. The only birth that effects me is my own. Oh and I should mention that I only have a 1% chance of having Thrombo again and will get my blood tested a few days before my surgery so if the platelet count is low, I can have steroids to strengthen them so I can have a "normal C section". It kind of feels like the first time since Jon wasn't with me and I was out cold. We are so excited! Oh and I have mentioned this before but I have a hernia on my belly that developed after I gave birth to Ford and I need to get it surgically repaired. So even if I decided on a VBAC, I would need hernia surgery after Lucy is born which is often VERY painful and a tough recovery. Might as well piggy back it on with my C section and take advantage of dual recovery.

Choosing to have a scheduled C section has helped remove a lot of fears I have about giving birth again and I am grateful for that peace. I won't be lying awake at night wondering if tonight will be the night or worrying about what to do with Ford if I went into labor at 3am. I am not worried about those intense contractions and consumed my entire body and just the thought takes me back to a very haunted place in my mind. I know the recovery is going to be hard. It is going to plain suck, especially because I won't be able to pickup my toddler, but I am not scared. What is so incredibly freeing for me is knowing that The Lord knows the tiny details of this baby's birth day and has had it written on the palm of His hand since before creation. I can sit here all day weighing the pros and cons of choosing a C section or worrying that I will go into labor before my scheduled surgery but that is precious time wasted. He knows and whether it is a repeat C section, emergency C section, epidural labor, or home birth....it is perfect.

One more thing I want to add is just how beautiful God's providence has been throughout my pregnancy, labor, and delivery experiences. Pregnancy is not exactly easy on me (being sick for 8 months kind of takes a toll on you) and I have a less than ideal birth story which has further solidified our prayers for adoption in the future. C sections are rough on your body and for safety reasons, doctors don't recommend you have many more than 3-4 of them which stinks for someone who wants a larger family. God continues to show us, through hard pregnancies and rough deliveries, that adoption is in our future and we are able to find joy in the pain because of that reason!

Every family is different- large, small, blended, mixed race, stay at home mom, stay at home dad- but we don't have to be defined (and ridiculed) by the birth plans we choose. My scare reminds me of the months I spent growing my sweet babies, the strength it took to give birth to them, and the absolute gift that children are in our lives.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Getting to Know the LWB Leadership Team: Gretchen Smith

Hi, my name is Gretchen Smith and I’m excited to share a little bit about me with you! 

I’m a native Washingtonian (Go Seahawks) but after college spent most of my 20’s living in Los Angeles where I met my husband Steve who happens to be a Texan and Longhorn! We met in March of 2007, got engaged that May, and then were married that September! 

Steve and I spent the first few years of our married life living in LA LA land, but because of his long work hours we started moving around to see if we could find a better work life balance for him. That search took us to NYC, Austin, London, back to LA, my hometown, Dallas and Austin again… aren’t you tired just reading that! Though it was an adventure to say the least, it was also a very hard, long, and uncertain season for us. But just like any good drama, there is a climax and conclusion. After lots of moving around, saying hello and waving good-bye, we made the decision to make Austin our home (for a second time). After almost a year of Steve looking for work and a baby on the way, the Lord blessed us with a job, and within days our daughter Olive was born in a city we can finally call HOME! 

Speaking of Olive… Olive is my “surprise” 9-month-old baby girl who has changed my life, mission, and heart in more ways than one. I would like to say that I was ready and prepared when we found out, but the truth is I wasn’t and it took awhile for my heart to catch up. The shock of expecting also changed our initial course of starting our family through adoption, but we are excited to adopt in the future. 

My struggle into motherhood did not start there though. In October of 2011 we went through a miscarriage and I remember that being such a dark time. I was believing lies that somehow it was my fault (SUCH A LIE), but it was a time in my life that God really showed up and comforted me with His truth. That same comfort also took me through my pregnancy with Olive when at 35 weeks we found out that she wasn’t thriving in the womb due to “growth restrictions”, so I was induced at 38 weeks and we spent 10 days in the NICU. 


Outside of family life, I really enjoy gathering and getting to know people on a deeper level, football, hiking, trying out new restaurants, wine tasting, fashion, and interior design… but what I’m most passionate above all of that is my Christian faith and growing in that with others. 






Monday, October 20, 2014

Getting to Know the LWB Leadership Team: Ruthie Hart

     I am Ruthie Hart and I can be easily recognized by how many posts I make on the LWB Facebook page! I am 26 and the mama of 14 month old boy Ford and expecting our 2nd in April 2015. I am a stay at home mama, blogger at www.ruthiehart.com, writer for MOMquery, and on the prayer and writing team for Thrive Moms Community. Yes, I love the internet! I am married to a hunky man named Jon who sells software by day and by night, works on cars, plays basketball, and has an unhealthy obsession with holiday decorating. I’m an Aggie, he’s a Baylor Bear and we met while I was interning at the company he worked at and were married 1.5 years later. We live in Steiner Ranch, go to The Austin Stone Community Church, and love traveling, playing games, and being active as a family (we are serious board/card gamers!). 





     With Ford, I was blessed to get pregnant right away but also cursed with getting sick shortly after. I was extremely sick from weeks 6-33 and experienced every negative pregnancy symptom out there. Baby #2 has not been too nice to me either which makes me think it is another boy! Despite not having the storybook pregnancy, I loved being pregnant. One thing I have learned is there is no need to be a hero! Medication is my friend! I also had a very rare and painful labor and delivery. I never went into labor (never had a contraction on my own!) and was induced at 41 weeks. After asking for an epidural and being pumped with the fluids necessary, I was told my blood platelets were too low and the risks were too high. I had a gestational blood disorder called Thrombocytopenia. This came to a shock because I was on hour 4 of a Pitocin induced labor and my waters had broken. I am pretty sure I screamed something profane when I found out I would feel every part of labor. Pitocin is a mean, mean lady! I tried for 8 hours and Pitocin did not dilate me even a half of a centimeter. I truly believe it was not in God's will for me to have this baby vaginally. I was rushed into general surgery, was put under full anesthesia for my C section, and my husband could not be with me. I met Ford an hour after he was born but don't have any solid memories until a couple of hours later. I am sad to say that the birth of my son was not the best day of my life but the hardest, most traumatic, and most painful. Recovery was intense and I went through a rollercoaster of emotions by my unexpected birth story (we even skipped the chapters on C sections in the baby books!). You can read my full birth story here. I would be happy to talk with anyone about the emotions after a failed vaginal delivery and/or c section recovery. Other topics I love chatting about are: breastfeeding for a year, bottle strikes (Ford never took a bottle), mastitis, sleep training/cry it out, traveling husband, blogging/internet presence, and 2nd pregnancies. 

Cheers,

Ruthie Hart