As the husband, the hardest part of the birth was the waiting. Our due date came and went. Two weeks later we induced, but that didn’t work. The next day our Kaiser Permanente doctor broke my wife’s water around noon and finally we started getting some action. Contractions started getting intense and my wife, Carolyn, began to really feel the pain, so much so that she ended up getting a shot of fentanyl and later an epidural to deal with the pain. However, after the water broke it still took twelve hours for our little girl to be born.
Around 9:00 PM, Carolyn finally arrived at the magic number: 10 centimeters dilated and 100% effacement of the cervix. At this point the epidural wore out and the pain got even more severe. The nurse said, “It’s time to start pushing.” So Carolyn did, and that seemed to help. Pushing actually seemed to make the pain lessen. During every contraction she pushed three times for 10 seconds each time. I counted for her out loud, so she could just concentrate on the pushing. In between contractions she suffered with a pain in her side and pain from having full bowels.
Carolyn pushed for three hours. I got so tired I had to sit down in between contractions. I can’t imagine how tired she was. I was afraid that she might get too worn out and not be able to push anymore. Carolyn’s mom, my mom and I kept trying to encourage her. “Come on. You can do it!” “You’re making progress.” “We can see the baby’s head.” “We’re getting close.” As optimistic as I tried to sound, I realized that progress was occurring very slowly. I didn’t want to discourage my wife, so I kept acting like we were gaining ground even though I knew it was doubtful how much progress we were actually making.
After three hours, the doctor came in and suggested that we use the vacuum to suction our baby’s head to help her come out more quickly. Both of our mom’s were instantly concerned. They weren’t familiar with the vacuum. Carolyn was OK with it, but she was afraid that I might not be. I was more than OK with it, but I was afraid that Carolyn would worry about it making an ugly mark on our baby’s head. I said, “Let’s do it.” The doctor thought the baby might come out anyway after another half hour, but I’m certain it would have taken longer. I think another hour would have been a bit optimistic. I was afraid that without the vacuum this might take too long and we might end up having to have a C-section. The doctor left the room to get the vacuum.
About five minutes later, the doctor returned with four or five more nurses and a metal table on wheels. We had quite a crowd! There were ten or eleven of us in the room at the moment of birth. Two nurses would clean the baby. One would weigh the baby, and one or two nurses would take care of the placenta. The doctor sat down in front of the vaginal opening and a nurse handed her the vacuum. The end of it was plastic and was in the shape of a circle about two inches in diameter. She stuck the vacuum in the vaginal opening to suction it onto the baby’s head.
Then came the next contraction. Carolyn pushed, and I’m sure she pushed hard. She had an audience to impress now. I thought the doctor would use the vacuum to just hold the baby after pushes so the baby didn’t slip back, but the doctor actually pulled on the vacuum while Carolyn pushed. In one push she had the baby’s head out. After a couple more pushes, the rest of the baby’s body came out followed by a flow of blood.
Posted: March 2nd, 2009 under California.
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