Sunday, February 28, 2010

Ant's Arrival

My dear friends I have been meaning to write for days but you will soon understand why I am just now getting to write. If you were following me on twitter you have some idea of how long my labor was. Let's start from the beginning.

Wednesday morning I woke up at 4am due to my blood sugar crashing and needing something to eat. After I ate I went down stairs and was actually productive. The night before MIL asked me for a list of things I needed done. I wasn't in the mood then but thought it was a good idea. I made 4 lists MIL to do, DH to do, hospital bag, and stuff we still needed to buy. When I finished with my lists I got ready for work.

Early on in the morning I had already noticed that my swelling was worse but I didn't think anything of it because on Monday the OB said that would get worse. My co-worker picked me (DH didn't want me driving alone) and we headed to the school. When I got there I did a decent amount of walking around even though I knew I should be sitting due to the state of my ankles. Around 9:40 about 20mins before my first class I headed into the RN's office to show her my feet, just for fun. She looks at my ankles and looks at me and says, "You need to call your OB!"

"I will, I will after my 4th grade class."
RN, "Let's take your blood pressure just to be safe."

I agree and sit down on the bed as they take my BP. The RN promptly tells me I need to call my OB because my BP was 164 over 104. ECK!!! I knew that was bad. I called the office and they told me to go straight to the hospital. The bad part was I had nothing with me but my work stuff. I had left everything at home because I was planning to do my to do lists tonight. As I already wrote in my previous blog my co-worker drove me to the hospital and we were there and admit by about 10:40.

To make things even more complicated DH had a show that morning and when I called him they were just about ready to get started. They OB said DH would have enough time to get there before the baby came. (They were correct)

DH arrived around 2:30 and they had already started my pitocin at that point and also had already turned it off once due to Ant's heart rate (HR) dropping. At some point the OB had checked my cervix and said I was 2cm dilated and 60% effaced. Not any different then I was on Monday at my appointment.

As the day progressed they asked me if I wanted pain meds and I refused them because the contractions weren't that bad until about 10pm. I was also getting tired at that point and wanted to sleep. From what I knew the only way I was going to sleep was if I didn't feel the contractions anymore and the epidural did just that. Soon after getting the epidural my contractions started happen very quickly and Ant didn't like that. His HR dropped again and they turned off the pitocin again. I believe this was the 2nd time this happened. For those who haven't had an epidural before it numbs you pretty much from just below your chest down. It is GREAT contractions relief! But there is a problem with it also. You have to pretty much lay flat so that the meds disperse evenly throughout. When pregnant you can't lay flat so they propped up one side with a pillow. After Ant was happy again they started the pitocin again but quickly discovered that Ant's HR kept decelerating whenever I had a contraction. We tired several different positions but eventually found out the right side was the best. Within that time they turned the pitocin on and off several times.

I did get some sleep that night but not very much. As for my progression I think I was 5cm and 90% effaced by 9:30am. I was frustrated because Ant was suppose to be here by now and my whole right side was numb. The OB said he wanted to break my water and see if that helped me progress. But he didn't want to do it then but after he saw a few patients. He told us he would be back in 1 and half hours. He finally came back at 12:30...I was not a happy camper by that point. I was frustrated and a emotional wreck. He said to me that he looked at what was going on with the baby and his HR. He said we could break my water but wasn't sure if that was going to help. We could go through 3 hrs of pushing and still end up have a c-section. Or we could just have a c-section now.

I immediately said, "C-SECTION." He hesitated and checked me one last time and saw I hadn't progressed at all since 9:30am. So they went ahead and prepped me for an emergency c-section. It was like a whirlwind happen around me. The RNs and the OB were moving quickly to get me prepared. They had just enough time to get me into the OR before the next schedule c-section. In any case I would have been the priority since I had already been in labor for 24hrs.

As they rolled me into the OR I could feel myself getting nervous and excited. My eyes started to well up with tears. I was scared, for c-sections you are awake for the whole surgery. During the surgery I could feel a thing thanks to the awesome work of all the DRs involved.

Through the all whole procedure all I could feel was pressure and some pulling. Before I knew it they were pulling little Ant out of my uterus. Very quickly they brought him over to show me and then wisked him off to clean him off. As the DRs closed me up I could hear little Ant's squeaks from across the room. I tried to crane my head so I could catch another glimpse. Before they took him to the nursery they brought him over for a picture. At this point I still haven't touched him. They took Ant out of the room and Doug followed. I was left on the table with just the DRs closing me up. They were all very sweet and before I knew it I was in the recovery room. In the recovery room they started taking my BP and it was really high again. I did all I could to calm myself done but the number would go down. OB came in to check on me and he said that he thinks it was just due to the surgery and it was nothing to worry about. As I lay in recovery Doug returned and some DRs arrived to give me an update on Ant. Ant was in the NICU due to being hypo glycemic. I was over come with guilt that I caused this. I was sure I had my GD under control and now my son was suffering because of me. He wasn't going to come visit me in recovery to breastfeed but going to stay in the NICU. My heart was breaking and there was nothing anyone could say to make me feel better.

Finally, they wheeled me out of recovery and on the way stopped in at the NICU so I could touch my son for the first time. He was so small 6lbs 13oz. I didn't think he was going to be this small. I touch his little arms and told him, "Mommy loves you." Then I was on my way to the postpartum unit. After I was settle I insisted about pumping and asked if it was possible to hold Ant that night. They told me no and to rest. Instead of resting I woke up every 3 hrs to pump. The first couple times I had success but with each session there was less and less. By morning I was anxious to see Ant but no one would give me any indication until my day RN told me what I had to do to see him. I really didn't get to hold my son for the first 24hrs of his life but since then I have been trying to make up for it. At this moment he is still in the NICU and I am still in the hospital too but things are getting better finally. In a later post I will tell you more about what was going on with Ant. For now we are just hoping he comes home with us tomorrow because I can only imagine the sadness I will feel if I have to leave him here overnight by himself.

4 comments:

  1. Thank you for posting your story! My first thought was, "Wow - she's smiling in every picture!" :)I'm so glad that you are both doing well. Congratulations again!! So happy for you & your family.

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  2. Congrats on a beautiful baby boy!! I have you, your DH and Ant in my thoughts and prayers! I hope he comes home with you ASAP! I know it's hard not to have had him with you the first 24hrs but hang in there and do your best to keep working on the pumping. When you first start pumping take a big DEEP breath and exhale, this will help you! It works for me every time! And remember you have a beautiful baby boy!!! Take care! Kitty

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  4. CONGRATS!!! You totally have me in tears with that story! How precious! I hope Ant got to go home with you today!

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