Today is my little guys birthday. I can't believe he is 1 already. I have been wanting to tell his birth story for awhile now, so I guess now is a good time. After years of fertility treatments and finally a positive test. I was finally pregnant and loved every day of pregnancy. From morning sickness to peeing every 20 min. to trying to waddle around the house and wearing moomoos all day. the day was finally here to have my little miracle.
Saturday March 9th I was a week away from my due date. I was huge and miserable I couldn't get comfortable and I was ready to have the baby. I had been having bad back pain all day which I just thought was from my bulged disk and pregnancy. so I took it easy trying to rest and lay on the couch for most of the day. My dad had come over to check on me and the kids around 2pm. He took them to get ice cream and when they came back I went and laid down. I got up and asked the kids what they wanted for dinner. they both asked for tuna sandwiches and they even volunteered to make them. I readily agreed. I told the kids I wasn't feeling good after dinner and went back and laid down.
Around 5pm I felt a gush. I wasn't sure what it was since it was a small gush. I thought maybe I peed myself. So for the next hour I kept leaking. I called the hospital told them what was happening and they said they couldn't possible tell me for sure if it was my water or my just leaking. I was texting and calling Eric trying to figure out what to do. after an hour of this I finally decide to call the Eric and make him come home so we could go to the hospital.
We told the kids on our way to the hospital we weren't sure if my water broke or if it was a false alarm, just to prepare them. by this time it was around 7 pm . The nurses put us in a room, had me change into a lovely hospital gown! Then I was to be tested to see if it was amniotic fluid that was coming out or something else. The test was positive. My water broke and was slowly leaking. I was staying in the hospital! I called my mom and asked her what she was doing. she told me she had just gotten out of the shower. I told her I wouldn't be able to come to her birthday party the next day and to get some clothes on cause I was having a baby! Called all my sisters and told them what was happening. it was real. I was having my baby. Eric was calling his side of the family, tears of joy and happiness was happening all around.
The nurses took all my vitals and found I had very high blood pressure. They talked to the on call Dr and decided to start an epidural, added magnesium to help with the blood pressure and added pitocin to counter act the magnesium. (the magnesium slows down labor). Then it was waiting time. I was having contractions but not feeling them so I had no idea they were happening. 2 hours after the epidural was in. it started to wear off. Then I started feeling the contractions. holy crap!!! They were painful. I was glad for the experience of feeling the contractions. I wasn't sure if I would have the chance to feel them again, as this baby was a true miracle!
I had to have a second epidural. After 5 pokes the 2nd one was in and no more pain. Just a waiting game. We waited all night. meaning me, Eric, and my parents. The kids had gone with my sister for the night. time was going by very slowly. I watched TV most of the night. tried to sleep but really couldn't I was somewhat hungry and all I could eat was ice chips. yum! I wanted fruit, which was my craving the whole pregnancy. I progressed to a 5. and by mid morning I was at a 7. I had puked several times because of the magnesium. felt bad that my parents had to watch me do it, it was nasty stuff. By 4pm on March 10th I hadn't gone passed a 7. the Dr came in and said we could continue to wait or do a C-section.
I was very scared. My normal Dr had not talked to me about what might happen if I didn't progress. come to think of it he didn't talk to me about anything. I was confused, freaked out, worried, stressed, and most of all wondering what was going to happen. After a few hours of praying an talking we decide the best thing would be to have a C-section. Once we told the Dr what we decided, it was on. The anesthesiologist came and and gave me some really good drugs that kinda doped me up. I felt like I was under water. Everyone left and had my moms birthday party. and were waiting for the phone call and pics that little man was here.
It was time! I was wheeled into the operating room. it was freezing. I was in a bit of a fog but knew the nurses were transferring my half naked body to the operating table. I was very aware I was naked from the chest down as I was being prepped. The anesthesiologist covered my arms and head with warm blankets, to warm me up. I was OK until the curtain of doom come over my head. The curtain to shield me, Eric and everyone else on the opposite side of the table. I was claustrophobic. I took the blankets of my head and held the curtain away from my face. I was trying not to suffocate. Finally Eric was there. Thank heaven I wasn't doing this alone. I heard the Dr ask if I felt him pinching my belly. Nope! felt nothing. Time to cut me open.
I don't know how long it took them to get my little guy out, but it seemed like forever. Finally at 7:04 pm I hear the Dr say here he is. I heard his sweet little cry. It was precious. My miracle baby was finally here. I would be able to hold him and not just imagine it happening. Eric went to be with him as I was stitched back up. He weighed 6 pounds 5 ounces and was 18 inches long. He was perfect, precious and mine!! Eric went to the nursery to watch him get cleaned up.
After I was stitched up and transferred to my original bed I was wheeled into a recovery room. I was still so medicated that I could barely keep my eyes open. I just wanted sleep. I was in a fog of medication. My family came back I was barely aware of them. Then the nurse and Eric brought him in! My precious little baby. Everyone looked at him and cried. He was really here. The nurse brought him over for me to feed him. somehow he latched on and tasted his first drop of nutrients out of the womb. I was in heaven!! he nursed for about 20 min. Then everyone came to say their goodbyes and let me get some rest.
I was then moved to my permanent recovery room, where I spent the next 4 days trying to get in and out of bed and trying to take a shower. walking to the nursery to visit my jaundiced little guy. and hoping and begging to go home.
I was sooo happy to go home, but was scared that my little guy was now my responsibility. A whole year has gone by and he is still my perfect, precious little guy. He is crawling everywhere, walking along everything and climbing upstairs. ooh vey! He is my responsibility for the rest of his life. what a beautiful amazing experience!!
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