We talked the other day about how long labor takes and it reminded me of this story I wrote about two different women and how strikingly different their labors were.
Samuel
The head seemed to be growing larger each minute. I had been so thrilled when the doctor said it was time for my patient to push because by all natural evidences, this moment should have never happened.
Suzy had already been in labor for twelve hours when I wheeled her through the door of the labor room to admit her and her progress throughout the day had continued to be exceptionally slow. The pattern of her contractions -- the rhythmic tightening of the uterine muscle-- was extremely inefficient, or dysfunctional, as we call it, and the strength of her contractions was woefully short of the mark considered "adequate" to open, or dilate, the cervix. Looking through human eyes, she should never have reached the ten centimeters dilation necessary to begin pushing to deliver a baby. Her labor was exactly the opposite of Amanda's.
Amanda’s labor was a remarkably fast as Suzy’s was long and drawn out. Amanda had visited us before; in fact this was her fifth visit since her cervix began to dilate six weeks too early in her pregnancy. Her dilation had been halted and she had spent the next four weeks on pins and needles, expecting labor to occur at any second. I had taken care of Amanda once previously on a run of false labor, and I remembered thinking then that her labor would probably be unusual.
It seemed to me that sometimes when a woman started dilating more than a couple centimeters before labor started, that something was not quite right. As part of her admission process, I performed a vaginal exam to determine if her cervix was more dilated than the three to four centimeters she had been for weeks. Now this might be confusing to some people. Most people naturally assumed that if a woman’s cervix is dilated to a significant amount that she is in labor, but that is not true. It is also not true that if a woman is having “regular” contractions she is in labor. The true definition of labor is when a woman is having contractions which cause a readily measurable change in the cervix. Some women come in having contractions, but they don’t change the dilation of the cervix, that is what is referred to as false labor. Some women can be dilated a centimeter or two before labor even begins without the first contraction, occasionally even more. Amanda had been in preterm labor weeks before her baby was ready to be delivered and we were able to stop her contractions. Then she just waited and waited. Now her baby was term and she was contracting, we just needed to see if these contractions were actually labor.
Her contractions were fairly close, so I thought she just might be one or two more centimeters dilated, but her cervix was exactly as it had been a few days before in the office. She was scheduled for an induction in a few days, so her physician decided to just do the induction this day instead.
I started her IV and gave her as strong a dose of pain medication as I could, and for a few moments she seemed more comfortable, but within a short while she was once again hurting and asking for more medication. At that point her baby's heart rate dropped down precipitously. I reached for a glove to do a vaginal exam and I was surprised to find she had already dilated to six centimeters! It couldn't have been the result of the Pitocin, the synthetic hormone used to induce labor, because we started it at a miniscule dose and I hadn’t even increased it the first time. Five minutes later the baby's heart rate plummeted again. Again I examined her, and again I was surprised --- now she was nine centimeters! We had already called her physician and anesthesia, both who had to come from home. Five minutes later, less than an hour since Amanda had arrived, and only two hours since her contractions started, she was completely dilated and ready to push! The anesthesia doctor had not yet arrived and I knew from experience that it would feel much better to Amanda if she pushed with her contractions, and I encouraged her to do so. After all, her baby was still fairly high in her pelvis; it would probably take her a couple hours to bring the baby down by pushing. I should have known that Amanda's baby wasn't going to do anything slowly. Within fifteen minutes we were seeing a head full of blonde hair. I wish I had taken a picture of her doctor's face when he poked his head around the curtain. He had meant to just say hello and then after she had received her epidural, examine her. Instead he saw a patient who was ready to deliver! He scurried off to get his hat, mask and booties and we put Amanda's legs up in stirrups. A few minutes later, almost as we were delivering the baby, we heard the voice of the anesthesiologist on the other side of the curtain asking if we were ready for an epidural. No, instead of an epidural, we were going to have a baby, and with the next contraction, Amanda's baby, who seemed to be in a great hurry, was delivered and placed in her mother's arms.
At this point in her labor, Suzy would have probably loved to have only had to push for twenty minutes. Here she was, pushing with all her might until her face turned a deep red, with a large amount of dark brown baby hair to show for her efforts. But this baby's birth had not been put in the hands of mere doctors and nurses. Earlier in the afternoon, when discouragement hung thick in the air, I was preparing Suzy for the possibility of a Cesarean Section, doing the pre- and post-operative teaching we usually do to prepare our patients, Suzy asked everyone in the room to start praying that her son would be born "normally". She was so determined that she would not have a C-Section, and I wanted that for her too, but I just didn’t see any hope for that happening. Yet silently I, too, prayed for the apparent miracle.
As the minutes passed by there was no improvement in her contraction pattern, they didn’t get closer, they didn’t get stronger, they didn’t last longer. The measurement we take of the total strength of contractions, taken only when a mother has an internal uterine pressure catheter in place, called Montevideo units, did not increase at all. There were no telltale sign from the baby that birth was close, no drop in the heart rate in conjunction with the peak of the contraction, which can be a sign of pressure on the baby’s head as it moves down the birth canal. Nothing, nothing at all seemed different. Everything stayed dismally the same, in essence, no hope. Her doctor had already told me he planned to do a C-Section on Suzy and this next examination would only be a formality. I had all my paper work ready, and her pre-operative medications were already sitting on the counter waiting to be given. Dr. Otto came in to examine her, and when he did, his eyes widened. What a surprise when he told us, almost gleefully, to "Start pushing!"
Her progress after that was rapid until the last few moments when it seemed like that baby boy's head would never end. With each push I thought we would see the baby's face and we would know the hardest part was over and with each push we only saw more of the dark-haired head. Finally, almost twenty-five hours after the beginning of labor, little baby Samuel's face first felt the rush of air and his parents felt a joy previously unknown as their nine pound and thirteen ounce son was placed in the arms of his mother. So in the face of an apparently hopeless situation, the faith and prayers of a young mother were beautifully answered.
May they be the first of many.
"And all things whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer,
believing ye shall receive."
Matthew 21:22
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