Presidents, Pitocin and pipe attacks

Sixteen years ago today — Presidents’ Day 1994, I was watching the Olympic Winter Games in Lillehammer, Norway, waiting for the Pitocin drip to work its magic and make a baby fly out of my body like a luge racer.

I wondered: boy or girl? What will he or she be like? Am I ready for this?

Turns out she would be stubborn and feisty and arrive when she was good and ready. Turns out she’s still that way.

Since I was heading into the second week past my due date, I had a  scheduled induction delivery*.  I was so big I could not drive a car or tie my shoes. I couldn’t get out of bed or stand up from a chair or the couch without help. I was ready to apply for a job at SeaWorld as Shamu’s stunt double. I developed high-blood pressure and  had to be monitored every other day at the hospital. Yeah, it was that kind of third trimester.

Shamu via SeaWorld.com

We arrived before dawn at the hospital. Within an hour I was shackled to internal and eternal fetal monitors, a blood pressure cuff and a IV drip of Pitocin. I was glad to have a TV to break the boredom.

My obstetrician strolled in around noon, hoping to guide my baby into the world. Instead she found me nodding off to Sally Jessy Raphael. She awakened me, checked my vital signs, then ceremoniously unsheathed something that looked like a knitting needle and (sorry, folks) inserted it swiftly to break my water.

Well, hell, why didn’t she do that in the first place? Labor began shortly afterwards.

The battle for the rest of the day was pushing out this baby (forget luge racing, think Winnie-the-Pooh stuck in rabbit’s doorway) and keeping the nurses and my labor coach focused on me and not the Olympic events on TV.

via poohfriends.com

I also was angry that all my natural childbirth classes were rendered useless due to my incarceration. Not only  was I not allowed to get out of bed without a nurse’s help,  but I also had to resort to drugs due to the intensity of the chemically induced labor.

Maybe it was the U.S. hockey team playing that night, but whatever the reason, I had to beg for attention.  At my breaking point, I shouted, ” Shut the fucking Olympics off!” I didn’t want to hear another joke about Picabo Street or hear Nancy Kerrigan’s wailing sound bite:  “Why, why, why?”

Like a screaming, hysterical woman anywhere outside an ice arena is going to get any attention.

But no one could tear their eyes away from the Olympics that year. Even with all my yelling, screaming and facial contortion, how could I compete with this?

Tonya Harding via MSN.com

Nancy Kerrigan via People.com/archives

Via the whole darned Internet

Gold Medal goes to me for delivering a 9-pound, 10- ounce baby girl without a C-section. I was bedridden for two days afterward due to a postpartum hemorrhage and cursed the day I ever decided to lose my virginity.

Silver Medal goes to my girl, who arrived healthy and robust and still pushes me to the edge.

Bronze goes to all those skinny skaters in their tight costumes, who motivated me to lose the jelly belly and get back into shape.  There is nothing more traumatic than looking at your postpartum body while Katarina Witt  and Oksana Baiul swan around on the ice.

* I didn’t have the Internet available to me in 1994 nor was I particularly savvy about having a birth plan. At the time I was convinced that due to the size of my baby , the lack of contractions and my high-blood pressure, induction was medically necessary. Thankfully my baby was OK and eventually I was, too. Later I learned of the risks and side effects of Pitocin and induced labor, including hemorrhage. I made a birth plan with a nurse/midwife for future pregnancies.

In my non-medically trained opinion, I link my postpartum hemorrhage and  inability to carry any other pregnancy to term to the trauma of that induced labor.  I feel it’s worth mentioning to any woman out there who is putting together a birth plan. Do your research and come up with multiple plans for different outcomes.

5 thoughts on “Presidents, Pitocin and pipe attacks

  1. Well, I think you certainly deserve a gold medal for that performance. Especially with all the obstacles you had to contend with (& olympic events).
    I remember when I had my water broken, the needle looked like a giant crochet hook to me…creepy! (((HUGS)))

  2. Well a HUGE congrats to you and a Happy Birthday to the Girl from the West!

    And seriously? I would have thrown something at the f’ing TV. I’m impressed by your patience.

    (Um, GNO sometime soon? Please? Because my babies are gonna be down in sunny Florida.)

  3. Both my babies were induced (the first because I was so late, and the second because they were trying to stop her from being as huge as the first one- who was 11 lbs 2 oz). I had no idea that hemorrhage was a risk, I wonder if that’s all induction drugs or just Pitocin? They used Cervidil on me because I wasn’t dilated enough for a drip… have you seen that Ricki Lake movie? I think it’s called ‘the business of being born’ – I think everyone should see it before they have their baby. Okay I am babbling… must get some sleep…

  4. Tanya: Google Pitocin and see what comes up. I sure wish the resources today were available during my first pregnancy. I had to rely upon books and what my doctor told me. Interestingly, she declared any and all problems I had postpartum as “in my head.” I took my head and body and found a new doctor. I’m going to look up the Ricki Lake thing now.

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