I woke with a start at 6am on August
14th 1999, a month and a day before my
EDD. I thought I was wetting the bed! As
I ran to the bathroom I realized what it
was. My water broke. I frantically
started to poke my belly to see if my
baby was ok. I was rewarded with a
squirm. I called my OB's office. She
was away for the weekend, but the doc on
call was a high risk specialist, this
worked out well in my favor. He told me
to come in to see if I was in labor.
When I arrived at triage I was hooked up
to the monitors, my baby's heart rate
was ok and I was having no contractions.
The nurse and resident both asked me if
I really did wet the bed? They checked
the fluid and it was positive, my
membranes had ruptured.
Up until now , my pregnancy was
uneventful. I was very large, holding
alot of fluid and my pressure was high
for me but within a normal range. My
blood sugar also went borderline high a
few times. The nurses at the office and
myself brought these issues up to the
doctor but she said there was no
concern. At around noon I started to
receive IV antibiotics since I had not
yet been tested for Strep B. The
infusion were painful. I was still not
having contractions and they would not
do a pelvic exam for fear of infection.
At 6pm, they started Pitocin. Then I had
contractions! Painful, irregular and
frequent. After 3 hours of that I though
I'd be ready to push. The resident did
the first pelvic exam I'd had that day.
I was not dialated at all! I started to
cry and told them I wanted an epidural.
The OB came to see me at 9pm. If I was
not fully dialated in 12 hours he would
do a C-section. I settled in for the
night and tried to rest.
At 6 am the next day, I was 8cm. I was
fully dialated at 9am, no C-section. I
started pushing, and did so for an hour
and a half! I was begging for the
forceps! Finally I heard the doc
say, "Here's the head", then, "She's
aspirated" I knew this was serious and
pushed one final time with all my might.
At 10:36 on August 15th, more than 28
hours after my water broke, he held her
up and proclaimed, "Here's your
daughter!" They then whisked her away
and suctioned her for what seems ages. I
heard her cry like a baby lamb. I was
able to hold her briefly before they
took her to NICU where she spent 5 days.
We are both home and well! I hope I can
encourage others to be more vocal if
they don't feel right in their
pregnancy. I never really found out what
the cause of my PROM was.
Anastasia
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