I would like to write about my birth story with Gianni for this post because it gives a look at how young moms are treated when having a baby. Gianni was not my first baby and so I was expecting a very easy and smooth delivery as I had with my daughter. On Friday, July 31st at 1:30 p.m., I began to feel small gushes of water between my legs. I went through a few pads, not knowing if it was going to stop or having any knowledge of what it felt like to have your water break. Once the realization began that my son was going to be born and I needed to go to the hospital, I called my doctor right away.
The nurse that I spoke to told me that I should get to their clinic as soon as I could so that they could check if it was actually amniotic fluid that was leaking and that my doctor actually had gone out of town that day. When I got to the doctor’s office at around 3:00 p.m., they took me back right away. While laying on that cold exam table, the doctor came into the room and immediately more amniotic leaked out and he sent me downstairs to check in to the maternity center.
Since I didn’t have anyone available to watch Alianna yet, she had to be with us at the hospital for the time being. When we arrived downstairs at the maternity center and checked in, we were assigned a nurse who quickly rushed me into a room and kept asking me if someone was going to pick up my daughter. I let the nurse know that my mom was going to leave work and be on her way as soon as she could since she worked about 45 minutes away. Again, the nurse told me that she could not stay in the room and someone had to get her quickly. I let her know that I understood and informed her that I wanted to receive an epidural.
The doctor that was on call came in to talk to me while the nurse finished getting everything set up for me and taking my health history. The doctor stated that since my water broke, I would have to be induced as soon as possible to avoid infection. I informed the doctor that I wanted to wait before getting induced as we were trying to have an August baby. The nurse turned to my fiance and I and asked “Is that because of some zodiac reason?” with an attitude in her voice. We explained the situation to her that we just thought it would be cute since Giancarlo’s birthday is in December, Alianna’s birthday is in December, and my birthday is in August that it would all go together. The nurse did not say anything after that and told me that I would have to start walking to get the dilated process started.
Once I finished walking around the maternity center, I made it back to my delivery room and informed the nurse again that I wanted an epidural before it was too late. The nurse stated that we had to go through one bag of IV fluid, an EKG, and a questionnaire with the anesthesiologist before I could get an epidural. I let her know to get the IV started and she got everything that she needed. As she was putting in the epidural, the doctor came into the room again and told me that I should be getting induced as well as we were running out of time. I knew in my head that there was 24 hours allowed before infection was a huge risk, meaning that we had 9 hours to go before it hit midnight. I let the doctor know that I would think about getting induced at 7 p.m.
The nurse told me that I had to keep walking around and that I could not sit down, so my fiance started walking with me again. As we were walking around the hospital, we passed by our doctor. Giancarlo and I were laughing and talking together, holding hands, as he helped me push the IV bag down the hallway with Alianna. The doctor looked at us and said “You must not be having much pain since you’re smiling” then laughed and walked away.
Once it hit 7 p.m. we went back to the delivery room and decided to be induced since we felt that we were being forced to have our baby and got a feeling that none of the staff there wanted us around any longer. The nurse got the pitocin (a medication used to speed up labor) and got the process started for the induction. She got the medication going and let me know that I had to start walking again. My contractions were starting to get stronger and with the pitocin going, the pain was becoming unbearable. I took a break in the hallway and sat down in the a chair with my family as tears were streaming down my face from the pain. The nurse stuck her head out of my delivery room and yelled “You can’t be sitting down! I have to monitor the baby and I can’t do it with you sitting!”
I continued walking around the hospital, stopping every few steps because the pain was getting to be too much. As I walked past the delivery room, the nurse pulled me into the room and asked me if I wanted to try taking a warm bath to try and soothe the pain. I told her that would be great and she told me she had to fill up the tub, drain it, and then fill it up again and she would get it ready for me and I should continue walking. Giancarlo and I walked around a little bit longer then went back into the delivery room to try getting into the bath.
When I climbed into the bath, I was only able to sit down for a couple of minutes because I was shaking so bad. I felt as though I couldn’t grab onto something hard enough to make it go away. I climbed out of the bath tub, dried off as quick as I could, and went to lay down in the hospital bed. The nurse gave me a little bit of pain medicine then told me that she was going on her break and would be back later. By this time it is already 9:00 p.m. and the new nurse that was assigned to me came into the room.
I started talking to the new nurse that was there, telling her that it hurt really bad and that it wouldn’t go away. I stated over and over again that I really wanted to get an epidural as the pain was unbearable. The nurse came over and said she was going to check my cervix since it wasn’t checked since when I was first admitted. My cervix was at 10+1 centimeters. The nurse started telling me to not push and to keep calm as she was calling the doctor to hurry to the room. I started begging for an epidural, knowing deep down that it was too late to get one.
The doctor came into the room and at 9:30 p.m., I started to push. I had my mom and Giancarlo by my side every step of the way. I pushed a few times with every contraction and at 9:54 p.m. on July 31st, Gianni Daniel was born. They immediately put him onto my chest and it was the most amazing feeling, holding my sweet little baby in my arms
I am so proud and happy that my sweet little baby came out so beautiful and healthy. On the other hand, the way Giancarlo and I were treated was not right given any situation. When people realize I am a young mom, they take it upon themselves to think that they are right about everything and that I’m too young to truly know what I want. I had a completely healthy pregnancy and was very open about my doctor who completely understood what I want. But when it finally came down to receiving the care that every person deserves to have, it was not received. I hope young moms can feel comfortable standing up for themselves in medical situations, for their own health and their child’s. Every individual has a right to being treated how they want to be treated, no matter the age or the amount of schooling that people went to. Everyone deserves the compassion to be listened to, so please stick up for yourself.