It was a gorgeous, warm day, and I was scheduled to be induced at 8pm. My husband had decided to spend the day at home with me, and it was both lovely and surreal. We sat on the porch in the sunlight and drank beer. I propped my feet up on the concrete wall and we watched trucks pull in and out of the Devon Market receiving area. We may have talked . . . or perhaps not much. All I can remember is sitting in the glow of the afternoon sun with that strange feeling of “my life is about to change forever” surrounding me like a cloud.I kept hoping I’d go into labor naturally, but even though there had been a few evenings with patterns of contractions, they died out after an hour or so. Time was running out, and I had tried all the methods of natural induction I could think of (except for acupuncture and membrane stripping). Pressure points on the heels and wrists, using a breast pump, sex, spicy food, and long walks home from my appointments at Swedish Covenant Hospital, where they were monitoring my baby with nonstress tests since I was overdue. But nothing seemed to kick labor into gear. …show more content…
I had a huge duffel bag, and my hubby had a roller bag. I had insisted on packing everything we might possibly need—not just things for labor like a comfortable nightgown, sleep bras, CDs and heat pads, but also things to entertain us since induction could take a long time: I wanted the computer, movies to watch, books to read, snacks—anything I could think of that would make this experience a better one.We drove to the hospital. I remember walking in by the same doors I used to walk into for my checkups with the midwife group, and feeling like I was in a dream. The hustle and bustle of the day that I normally saw had given way to an eerie
I was in my sister’s house having family gathering when I felt some strong contractions. I was in my 38th week. At the beginning I thought that it is just some Braxton Hicks contractions. I sat down and followed some breathing techniques that I learned in maternity classes. The belly cramping continued for more than four hours. Moreover, I felt that my baby is pushing down when the cramping started to get more painful. Then, the amniotic fluid broke so my husband immediately took me to the hospital. On our way to the hospital, I began to count the minutes between contractions, it was exactly 5 minutes. The nurses told me that I’m in labor and instantly took me to the delivery room. They hooked me with fetal monitor to see the baby’s heart rate.
Dr. Dermer came in to see me around nine that evening. My contractions were getting harder and were getting closer together. Dr. Dermer felt that if I continued in this manner that I would be able to deliver that night. At the same time, Dr. Dermer stated that after being in labor all day he did not think that I would have the energy to push. His final decision was to stop my labor. He advised me to get a good night sleep so that I would be prepared for the next morning when the nurses would induce my labor again.
Facts are facts. At least that is what we live by. We live life being told ‘facts’ yet we never question natural world and its answers. In the article “The New Riddle of Induction” by Nelson Goodman he brings up how we as people accept facts because it has not been proven false by universe or natural world. Goodman applies Hume’s Problem of Induction as a complication of the validity of the prognosis we make. Nelson Goodman explains how we can not use deductive logic to assume predictions regarding future examination based on past observations for the reason being that there are no valid laws of deductive logic for such inferences. The solution was that the observations of one kind of affair following another kind of affair result in our minds
While Dostoyevsky employs a wide array of characters in Crime and Punishment, he makes sure to develop each’s characteristics fully and intriguingly. There are some more involved than others, some more lovable than others, and some more compelling than others. He particularly shows the dynamics of the complex character of Sonia by portraying her as a sweet, naive, and religious girl who unknowingly submits to a dark side--she is willing to follow and be loyal to a murderer.
Baby Smarika was born approximately after 8 hours of labor. Smarika began to go into distress, which made doctor to perform a C-section of my wife. My eyes rolled into tears when I hold her after 10 minutes. I was amazed when I held her in the delivery room. My partner and I felt the biggest surge
Day 2 (OB) – Vaginal Birth and preparation for birth. Hanging Pitocin, and Lactated Ringers, and being able to watch an epidural insertion.
Thankfully, I had my husband there to support me on our big day. Honestly, he was one of the biggest reasons why I was able to accomplish an unmedicated birth because I doubted
It was an unpleasantly early morning in the hospital waiting room. Nurses buzzed around, busy attending to their patients while a faint beeping sound could be heard in the background. I was starting my second shift of the day at the hospital, just finishing working a shift in the dark, grimy morgue. Groggy, I sat down at my desk to begin another four hours of labor. My position was to assure that the paper work was properly completed and that all patients were attended too. While being a supervising nurse was a great responsibility, it left time to day dream.
Induction is one of the most prominent concepts within the modern scientific community. Throughout many fields; from computer science to psychology, induction is used as a way to find the most probable result of an observation. However, despite its widespread use, induction has never been effectively proved. Currently, the only way to prove induction is through more induction. Since induction can only be proved through itself, can that mean induction does not work at all? Is it even possible to show inductive reasoning is an accurate way to prove any scientific theory? As for now, we cannot fully answer the problem with induction which is leading many scientists to argue about whether or not we should ever use induction to try and prove our theories. Despite these issues, induction remains widely accepted by many members of the scientific community, and despite the flaws of induction, much of our scientific knowledge is only accurate due to the acceptance of induction.
I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.
One of the most challenging stages of pregnancy can be the intrapartum period. This is the period where a woman is birthing her child, although it may be really challenging it is also the most exciting part of pregnancy for most couples. Bridget is a twenty-eight year old multiparous woman who is thirty-nine weeks and five days pregnant. Bridget has been admitted into the labour ward with antenatal history showing a normal physiological pregnancy and she has entered a spontaneous labour that is progressing well. All her maternal observations and
Being pregnant was absolutely fantastic and like every other aspect of my life, I was committed to doing it differently. I was finding too much fun not believing anything I was told about having a baby. I did have my suspicions about the birth process, however. One of my suspicions was that doctors had discovered that people would believe anything if they said a doctor had discovered it. Suspicion two: The predominate white, male doctors knew nothing about women’s bodies and the process they naturally went through in delivering a healthy child. Doctors were in the business of making money, dispensing meds and minimizing risk. They were generally more interested in their busy schedule than the best outcome for the mother and child. Suspicion Three: For centuries the men who called themselves healers and doctors had been killing and torturing mothers and their babies and even burned midwives at the stake in the interest of holding on to their power. History proved that was once considered the norm was always found later to be barbaric. If I wanted to have a wonderful, spiritual and healthy delivery I needed to stay the hell away from a hospital. I also needed to stay away from the doctor’s who would spin tales of horrific outcomes if I didn’t follow their
When my friend found out she was pregnant, she asked me to join her at her first OB appointment. While waiting in the waiting room I was looking at magazines about childbirth. I was sitting there thinking about how intriguing the birthing process is. The way a woman’s body can produce another human being is truly amazing. In one magazine, there was a certain section that stood out to me, that every mother has to decide, is using medication to help control pain while in labor. So I asked my friend if she was wanting to do a natural or medicated birth. She of course said natural birth. I also had a natural birth when having my son but I didn’t have a chance to get an epidural because things were moving too quickly. But when women are asked
It was a quiet Thursday night for the labor and delivery unit with an almost clear whiteboard. As I made my rounds, the nurse asked for my help with a patient who may need to undergo an emergency C-section. Within 15 minutes, the physician determined that the emergency C-section was imperative. The nurse and I prepared the patient for surgery. I held the patient’s hand as the anesthesiologist gave the patient an epidural block; she smiled at me and thanked me for my help. She confided that she was nervous because it was her first pregnancy. I continued to hold her hand while the nurse and the tech transported her to the operating room. As we approached the operating room, the patient tightened her grip from both anxiety and excitement. I
When I was induced at midnight, I fully expected to begin pushing immediately and holding my baby (at most) a few hours later. I had taken all the classes and read all the books, but stories of laboring for 24 hours went right over my head. Once I finally understood that the process would be long and (duh) laborious, I thought for certain that when it came to pushing, it would be just like the movies (a few he-he-hoos and out he comes). Wrong. When I asked how long I would push and why the doctor kept leaving, my meek but stern little nurse told me, “Some people push for 15 minutes...some for two hours.” What?!