So it goes a little something like this…
Around 4am on June 28, 2010, after Quincy’s crash cesarean my OB comes into my recovery room and says something along the lines of “You can have as many babies as you want, but you can never go through labor again.” I was also given instructions to call the perinatal clinic if we had an inkling that I might be pregnant again.
To be honest, we weren’t thinking about #3, so when we became unexpectedly pregnant in Summer 2012, I called and made an appointment. The subject of delivery pretty much came up pretty quickly and I would be having a scheduled cesarean towards the end of my pregnancy with 3.0.
Or so I thought.
I had a highly monitored but pretty uneventful pregnancy. Lots of ultrasounds, weekly appointments and a random blood pressure spike that ended up being nothing.
My mom came out to help for a few weeks and we’d been running lots of errands. Which meant lots of walking. I was having random contractions but thought nothing of them. After all not only was I 38+ weeks pregnant but a BUSY 38 weeks.
Sunday afternoon (March 10) I decided I wanted some Coca Cola so I headed to the Safeway up the street to get some. When I got back home, I headed up the stairs to Quincy’s room. That’s when the first wave of contractions hit. I chalked it up to doing too much all weekend.
Fast forward to dinner and I noticed a bit of a pattern so I hopped in the shower to see if that would change anything. It didn’t and I had some other clues that labor was imminent. I let Alan know what was going on and then called my OB office around 7pm to chat with them. At that point I figured my contractions were about 5-10 minutes apart but I also wasn’t paying attention. Since I was scheduled for a cesarean on that Tuesday because of my history of pre-eclampsia they wanted to know how my BP was and when I had eaten last. They told me to come in when they were 5 minutes apart (sounds familiar right) or if my BP shot up.
I downloaded a contraction timer and between the cats and the kids I did my best to keep track. I also sent my doula, Melissa a text message to let her know what was going on.
After about an hour (9pm or so) I realized it would probably be good idea if we headed in to Labor & Delivery. They were expecting me, and they laughed when I walked up and said “Hi, I’m Kerri and I’m supposed to have a cesarean on Tuesday but someone had other ideas.” They got me all set up in triage (most uncomfortable beds ever) with the contraction monitors and ran some bloodwork to check me for pre-eclampsia. (Even though I had avoided it so far, it can come on FAST so they wanted to be sure) my contractions were about 3-4 minutes apart (1cm and 100% effaced) at this point so if my bloodwork had come back positive, I’d be going in for a c-section right then and there, otherwise, we’d wait until later in the morning – most likely around 5am.
My labs came back perfect and the next thing I knew, the attending wheeled in an ultrasound machine to check on 3.0’s position. I asked him why since they were going to be performing a cesarean and he just said it was helpful to see how the baby was positioned.
and then the VBAC came up.
It had never been a consideration for one because of my history of pre-eclampsia.
Apparently I was the perfect candidate for one. So off to a room in labor & delivery I went. (Instead of getting prepped for surgery)
We went over the risks of a VBAC (super scary – uterine rupture!) and the benefits too and decided to go for it. We discussed me getting an epidural, even though I was doing well without one -because I was going to have a tubal ligation originally. My anesthesiologist was magical. Like I wanted to give him a medal. The epidural made the contractions manageable AND I was still able to move. Now, I don’t think I could have walked around or anything, but it sure was nice to be able to change my positions without a bunch of help.
As far as the time line goes – I’m a big fan of not looking at clocks when it’s not necessary. So I can’t tell you much about what happened between about 1-5am with the exception of a mess of contractions, a few epidural tweaks and a lot of acupressure (Did I mention Melissa is also my massage therapist?)
Sometime between 5 and 6am my OB came into check on me. Labor had been progressing nicely and I was 7cm! However Edison was “sunny side up” and not in a favorable delivery position. They had me change position so I was partially laying on my stomach/side to encourage him to turn, and of course, Melissa worked her magic. Shortly thereafter we were ready to go. I was at 10cm and Edison was ready to be born!
6 minutes and 3 pushes, about 18 hours before what was supposed to be a repeat cesarean section, Edison Titus Jablonski was born via VBAC at 6:41am on March 11, 2013.