Wife, Mummy, Nurse: Charis is One Year Old and Her Birth Story!!

19 August 2011

Charis is One Year Old and Her Birth Story!!

I realized that I have never written down my daughter's birth story and figured I'd do it today, especially since yesterday was her FIRST birthday!!  Wow, time FLIES!!  So, for those of you who are not interested in birth stories, you might want to move on someplace else.

My "due date" was August 10, 2010, but as with most women, my baby was not born on her "due date."  I saw a group of Obstetricians.  Note: I wanted to go to a midwife group, but the hospital I gave birth at, does not grant privileges to midwifes, and since I worked at the hospital and had my insurance through the hospital, we decided to give birth there.  Had I gone to another hospital we would have paid WAY MORE money than we wanted.  I went with this group of doctors because they had two midwives at their practice who saw patients.  Thankfully, everything was great during my pregnancy, and I was not threatened to be induced on (or before) my due date.  I was told that they didn't usually induce patients until 1 week after their due date.

It was decided August 12th, that if the baby didn't come before August 18th, I would be induced that day.  I SO WANTED her to come before that.  I received a few comments when I went places, "Oh, I wish you weren't here.  I wish you were in the hospital having your baby girl."  I don't know why people think those types of comments are necessary, but they were made.  I wanted to scream, "YOU THINK I WANT TO BE HERE.  I HAVE AN THERMAL RESOURCE UNIT ATTACHED TO ME.  IT'S 90+ DEGREES OUT."  But, I didn't; instead, I tried to shrug it off, but often being a ball full of hormones, I cried with my husband.

On August 17, my husband and I went out to Cold Stone Creamery in celebration of the upcoming birth of our daughter, plus we weren't sure when we'd be able to go out again as the two of us.  I received at least 3 calls from different ladies in the church letting me know that they were praying for me.  Isn't it wonderful having Christian friends who will lift you up before God in prayer?  I did not sleep well that night, woke up around 5:00 AM, took a shower, ate toast with peanut butter, drank orange juice, called my parents, prayed, and gathered a few last minute things before heading to the hospital.  We had to be there at 7:00 AM.  Contractions started at 6:20 AM, on the way to the hospital.  They were coming about every 15 minutes.  After getting to the hospital, they were coming every 10 minutes.  At this point, I was hoping they would not induce me.  Looking back, I now realize I should have been walking around the hall, instead of in sitting down, but I was tired and did not sleep the night before.

After what seemed like FOREVER, I was finally seen by the receptionist and went back to triage, where I changed into a hospital gown, had an IV inserted into my arm, blood drawn, and IV fluids hung.  In came the doctor who said, "We're going to send her home.  She'll have to come back in tomorrow to be induced."  At this pointed I ALMOST cried.  My husband remembers the situation with his humor.  I remember it with disgust.  The nurse asked, "Why are you sending her home?"  "We don't have enough beds back there."  The nurse was frustrated with that, and they spoke back and forth.  Dr. E. left, came back about 10 minutes later, and told me that I was being admitted.  Sometimes, I wish I could have left in order for labor to progress on its own, instead of having Pitocin.

Dr. E. broke my water around 9:40, and Pitocin was then started.  Before the Pitocin was started, my contractions were about 5-10 minutes apart and tolerable, THAT QUICKLY CHANGED.  I was writhing in pain from the Pitocin immediately.  I very much DISLIKE Pitocin and want to AVOID it next time.  My husband did not like seeing me in pain and wanted to do something.  I thought it was "too soon" for an Epidural, never mind the fact that the doctor said I could have one at any time.  My husband soon pressed the call button because I was not getting through the contractions.



  1. Happy Birthday to that cute little one. Looking forward to the rest of the story.

    I had to have pitocin with both my kids but at least I did not have to have a C-section. T Rex was 15 days late.