Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The Post Delivery Scare

We had just had our precious baby boy. We were so excited. We found out that he was 19 1/2 inches long and only 7 lbs 1 ounce. We were elated. We were in love. All was well. 


After enjoying those first precious moments with our little guy and Michael and I both getting to hold him, Michael heads down to the waiting room to tell the family. 




I am holding our little bundle of joy and just looking at him in awe. 




Then all of a sudden, I feel like I can't stay awake. My arms are incredibly heavy...I don't feel like I can hold Ryder. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to hold him, so I ask Mom to take him. Mom takes my precious baby boy to hold. That is the last thing I remember.


Next thing I know, Michael is shaking me and yelling at me to wake up and that I CANNOT fall asleep that I have to wake up. 

Here's what I missed...Michael returned from the waiting room. Mom is tending Ryder. My doctor is feverishly trying to sew me up. The three nurses are standing off to the side talking. And Michael sees me lying on the bed with my arms limp, eyes open and rolled back in my head and my lips were blue. Unfortunately, Michael has seen someone who was dead before (he was in the Navy years ago) and that was his first thought when he saw me...that I was dead. 


He rushed across the room to me and started shaking me and yelling at me. In reality, he thinks that I wasn't responding for only 5-10 seconds, but to him, it felt like an eternity. (I love my hubby...he is wonderful.) The doctor looks up and sees what is going on and orders that someone get me some orange juice and the nurses come running as well. 


Come to find out, I my blood pressure had dropped dangerously low, as had my blood sugar. So they pumped me full of fluids and had me drink a ton of orange juice. Then I started to wake up and felt more like myself. 


The problem was that delivery was so fast that my body had not had time to adjust and stretch as it normally would. It took my doctor an hour and extra sutures to sew me up. I had multiple tears that were bleeding badly...SO my doctor had the job of trying to get one tear sewn up while the others were bleeding over top of it. It was a mess...a mess which led to my poor husband being scared out of his wits. 


My hemoglobin was too low after all this which was causing me to be dizzy if I tried to stand up even as the end of my 48 hour period was approaching. It ended up that I had to have two units of blood before I left the hospital. That made it so that I could stand without having someone by my side. Yay!


I am still recovering...it is incredibly frustrating to still be extremely limited a month later, but our little guy is more than worth it. :)









Tuesday, July 17, 2012

And the race is on...Ryder's labor story

Thursday, June 14, 2012, is the day our lives changed.

We were scheduled for my labor to at 5:00 p.m. on June 14th. That morning my doctor had scheduled me to have my membranes stripped to hopefully get the process going on it's own.

Michael and I went to my doctor's appointment at 8:30 that morning, had the procedure done and returned home. Michael went to work and Mom came to hang out with me for the day.



Momma and I had a good time doing things around the house for a bit and then decided to set off on a walk. We walked from mine and Michael's house down to Michael's office (about a mile and a half or so) stopping in at some of the Main Street shops as we went...then we said hi to Michael and made lunch plans. Next, Mom and I set off back down Main Street toward the house.

Through all of this, I was having random mild contractions, but nothing consistent or intense.

So we have lunch with Michael and decide to run a few errands. While out running errands, I received a call from the hospital (at 3:20 p.m.). They told me that my induction had been moved to 8:00 a.m. the next morning. They had talked to my doctor and she had approved it. The phrase "you will receive better care if you come in tomorrow morning" was used...which made me feel OH SO confident about the fact that I had started having more regular contractions. I told the nurse on the phone that I had started having contractions about 11 minutes apart. She said that if my water broke or if the contractions were worse, I could come in and they would check me, but I would most likely be sent home and that the contractions would probably stop if I laid down for a bit.

I am in the middle of Jay-C. Tears streaming down my face. It was ONE HOUR AND FORTY MINUTES before I was to arrive at the hospital. My doctor had moved it back a day on me already. I was ready to go. So needless to say, I wasn't in the best of spirits.   BUT I have the best Momma ever and she gently calmed me and told me it would be alright and that we would go for another walk and to breathe. She also pointed out a sign in our kitchen that says, "Remember the day's blessings, forget the day's troubles." She's a good Momma.

So we get home and take off for a walk. When I get upset, I tend to exercise a LITTLE too hard...that day was no different. We took off down the road next to my house toward the school. We get almost a half mile from the house and a contraction hits. Not an "oh, I can feel it tighten up a bit" contraction, but a "stop me in my tracks" contraction. Mom asked me if I wanted to go back. I opted for going a different route that would allow me to go home if need be, but also continue on if I felt like. Seven minutes pass and we are well on our way to Michael's office again...and it hits again. We are timing them now and they are almost 7 minutes apart on the dot while we are walking.

We go into Michael's office and visit for a bit. While there, I don't have a contraction for 18 minutes. This leads me to believe that the contactions are just exercise induced and not real. So we take off toward the house again, and I'm still disheartened.

I have a couple contractions after we leave Michael's office approximately 5 minutes apart. Mom is thirsty, so we stop at the little local gas station on Main Street and get a Diet 7Up. As we come out of the gas station, Michael passes in my car as he returns to the office from taking the banking. He honks...we wave. All is the same as when I left his office.

Mom and I cross the street we walk maybe 200 feet or so...right in front of the bakery...it happens. It's the worst contraction yet...followed by a gush. I try and take another step, another pain and another gush and another gush. That's when I knew what was happening. Like it or not hospital, my water had just broke. It was 5:06 p.m. I tell Mom, and she tells me to call Michael (we are close to a mile from either his office or the house, so a car was required for transport :) haha). I tell Michael, and he rushes back to us. Meanwhile Mom is timing my contractions which are quickly moving from 5 minutes apart toward 2 minutes apart.

Michael pulls up and his first words to me are "Are you sure your water broke? Your pants aren't wet." As we quickly climb into the car, I assure him that my water has indeed broke and that it isn't like it is in the movies. God love him. :)

He drives us back to the house and drops us off so that he can go back and set the security alarm at the office. Mom starts putting the last minute things in the car. I call my doctor's office to make sure that my water had definitely broke and talk to my favorite nurse. She tells me that my water has broke, and that I can wait out the beginning stages of labor at home or go on in to the hospital. I asked her when I should definitely head to the hospital. She said when my contractions were consistently 5-7 minutes apart. When I told her that they were 2-5, she told me to get to the hospital.


BUT I was hot and sweaty. It is my first child. Labor takes HOURS for your first child. I had a long night ahead of me and didn't want to start off feeling gross. So I tell Mom I am going to hop in the shower (much to her horror). While in the shower, I am yelling out the beginning of each contraction. They were now 2 minutes apart...consistently. Mom is begging me to get out of the shower. I hop out and blow dry my hair (again, much to my mom's horror) and straighten the front so that I could throw it up. Much to my Mom's relief, I was ready to get in the car.



On the way to the hospital, Michael and Mom were making calls to all our family...I was putting on my make-up and telling Mom when each contraction would start. We pull into the parking lot and don't grab ANYTHING out of the car. We just head inside...well, after I have a MAJOR contraction and am doubled over up against the car.

They put me in the triage/observation room and hook me up to all the monitors. The contractions are getting a LOT worse at this point. My nurse, Sandy, checks me, and I am only at a three. We ask what normal is...what we can expect time wise. Sandy said that everyone is different, but normally with your first child, you can expect an hour per centimeter and then 1-3 hours for pushing. That means we are looking at a delivery around 4:00 a.m.  All I could think was SEVEN hours of this pain?! Give me the epidural!


The next 45 minutes were a blur. It seriously was so intense and painful that I don't remember all that happened and it felt like it lasted for forever and it felt like it was over in 10 minutes all in one. My other nurse, Erika, kept asking Sandy if I should be moved to a real room. Sandy's response was always that I was only at a 3 and that if I was at a 7 or 8, then I definitely would need to go, but I was fine. At the end of the 45 minutes, Sandy decided that my contractions were coming fast enough and strong enough that she should check me again. Much to ALL of our surprise, I was at a 6. That was when Sandy said I needed to be put in a room pronto. 


We waited for the next contraction to end. I was then hauled up to a sitting position and did the pregnant waddle/run down the cross hall and ALL the way to the end of the next hall to my room. I am sure it was quite comical to any observer. I just knew I could NOT be in the hallway when the next contraction hit. 


The next hour is even more of a blur. I know that there were LOTS of contractions, a failed attempted at using the birthing ball (I really wanted to use the birthing ball, but found out that it was not for me and ended up clawing my way onto the bed to finish out that particular contraction), some aroma therapy being put in my face, me telling Michael that I did actually want Momma in the room and begging for pain medication. 


The anesthesiologist WAS in the hospital and actually waiting to come in, BUT the lab was taking it's dear sweet time to complete my blood work. Apparently there had been an issue with my platelets during my pregnancy (unbeknownst to me) and the anesthesiologist couldn't do her thing until the blood work was back and she could be sure that I wouldn't hemorrhage. 


At the end of this hour, I am checked again. I at a 10 and +1...aka Ryder was coming! Then I hear the wonderful words that Lora, the anesthesiologist, has entered the room! Sweet relief! I had been telling them (or yelling) that I needed to push. They kept telling me not to. (I later find out that they could not find my doctor and that was why it was so very important that I not start pushing!) So, Lora asks me if I know why she is there. I tell her because she is going to give me an epidural. She said not exactly, but that I would be getting relief. 


You see...I was so far along that she wasn't going to give me the epidural, but a sitting spinal instead. She said that the sitting spinal was easier to place and that I did not need epidural because the sitting spinal lasts two hours and that would be more than what I needed. 


At that point, I didn't care as long as there was relief! And relief there was! As soon as she gave it to me, my left leg started to feel tingly and all of a sudden I could think again! I wasn't blinded by the pain and felt like myself again. 


So my doctor shows up and it is time to push. I literally push for 10-15 minutes and only 3-4 times....I feel him crown and next thing I know, TADA Ryder arrived and is placed on my stomach. I hold my baby boy for the first time. 




It is the most amazing moment. He is really truly here...I can't believe it and am falling so in love so fast it makes my head spin. I have loved him ever since I knew he existed, but this was something more. He was so perfect and beautiful...and ours. It seriously blew my mind. It was perfect.






(Coming soon...Michael's scare after the first perfect moments.)
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