- 4 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
So, here’s the birth story of my little precious girl.
I’m not due until 9/2/13, but have been having issues with this pregnancy for quite some time. It started with dark spotting around 21 weeks. Then, at 29 weeks, I lost my mucus plug while at my dr’s appointment. Since about 21 weeks, I’d been having contractions. The doctor tested for fetal fibronectin at 29 weeks (which could be an indicator of preterm labor), and I was positive.
So, on Friday, hubs and I went to labor and delivery to get the first shot of a steroid to help mature baby’s lungs. While we were there, the non-stress test showed I was having more contractions. Our 30-minute stop lasted about 4.5 hours as they continued to try and get the contractions under control. Luckily, they were not causing any changes to my cervix, which still looked long and very posterior. We made it to a baby shower in our honor on Saturday, then went back to L&D for the second round of the steroid.
Sunday was uneventful. Monday, I was supposed to be on jury duty. My Dr had said that I wasn’t on bedrest, but that I should be taking it easy. Baby was transverse (always had been), and it was super uncomfortable to move/walk. Anyway, turns out all the parking lots that allowed jurors to park in them were closed, and I ended up having to walk 4 blocks to get to the courthouse. It was a warm day, and I knew as soon as I got to the courthouse that I was contracting again. By the time I was released, it was back to dark brown spotting and mucus.
I went immediately into the drs office. She said her ultrasound tech had already left, and she tried to measure my cervix transvaginally by ultrasound herself. It was…. imprecise…. at best. She basically said she couldn’t tell, but that I should just come in for my normal appointment on Friday.
So, fast forward to Friday. Dr says everything is looking good, she doesn’t want to remeasure cervix with tech present, but says I’m back to appointments every 2 weeks and we should be good. That was at 10:00 a.m.
By 4:00, contractions had started up again pretty severly. Hubs and I went and got icecream at 7:30, and I jumped in the bath to try and get the contractions under control. That did not work. By 8:10, I was on the phone with my doctor, and she was saying I needed to go to the hospital again, but that this was probably just how the rest of my pregnancy was going to be.
At the hospital, I was hooked up to machines that monitored me and baby. I contracted all throughout the night on Friday night. By Saturday, my mom and sister were coming into town because we didn’t know if this was going to go forever or just a few days, but it was clear that I wasn’t leaving the hospital until the baby was born. I was 30 weeks and 5 days pregnant.They checked my cervix and I was 1 mm dialated and 75% effaced.
I start to need help remembering around here, but my husband’s mom and dad arrived in town to pick up our dogs and take them back to Wisconsin since it looked like it might be a long hospital stay. They were around the hospital for a bit, but I was pretty out of it. They were trying to manage the pain of the contractions and get them to slow down with drugs, but it wasn’t working. Mom, sister and in laws left the hospital to go to our house to sleep for the night. It must have been around 8pm? Anyway, after they left, at some point in the night, I got up to go to the bathroom. I was on monitors, but no catheters. I thought I had gass. TMI, I know, but I wanted to fart/poop in the bathroom. Nothing happened, so I got up to wash my hands. A really hard contraction hit me, and suddenly my water broke. In a gush. A red, bloody gush. I screamed for my husband to call the nurse.
After that, they came in and had me lay down. They were trying to find the baby’s heartbeat, and couldn’t find it. I was hysterically crying. Hubby was a hot mess. He did call and get our families back to the hospital. Since baby was transverse, it had to be a c-section, and it had suddenly become an emergency c-section.
They got me to the OR and told me I was going under general anesthesia. They didn’t allow any family into the OR because it was an emergency. They had found the baby’s heartbeat just before we got to the OR.
Next thing I know, I’m back in the labor/delivery room. I’m telling the nurse that it feels like I have to push – which should have been impossible because they removed the placenta already. She calls the dr, who arrives, pushes on my uterus. I start screaming, and then hemmoraghing. It was like a dam burst, and I could feel a massive amount of liquid come surging out. They threw me back on the portable bed. I remember a few more pushes on my uterus, and know I was screaming.
Apparently, I had 7 surgeries before I was stable enough to go to the intensive care unit. They did the c-section, an exploratory surgery to try and find the bleeding, a surgery with a balloon inflated in the uterus to try and force the bleeding to stop, another exploratory, another with the balloon again, a partial hysterectomy, and then a full hysterectomy. Each time, they reopened the incision to do something else.
During the initial C-section, they realized I had a bicornate (or heart shaped) uterus. The baby was wedged in there in such a way that they had to carve the incision around her to get her out. My family heard me screaming, saw me bleeding on the bed before they could get me back into the OR.
I woke up Sunday afternoon. I had lost 24 hours. I was unable to speak due to a breathing tube/feeding tube. I could barely keep my eyes open for even a minute at a time because I was so swollen. I coudln’t even lift my arms. I tried to gesture to see how the baby was doing, but I was afraid of the answer.
I was told that the baby was fine. I knew she wasn’t fine, she was over 9 weeks early.
They were able to get the breathing tube out that night. I had lost total blood volume several times over. Monday, they transferred me back to the postpartum floor because I was stable. Everywhere in the hospital, workers stopped to say hi. I had never seen them before, but they had been involved in some way when I was out of it. More than 1 nurse in the labor and delivery department started crying when they saw me – they couldn’t believe I was alive.
I was able to see the baby last night for the first time. And they were right, she’s fine. Better than fine. She was born at 3 lbs, 9 oz, 15″ long, and shaped perfectly. She has dark hair, and they even let me hold her. I’ve been pumping since yesterday to try and give her whatever I can produce.
We thought we were out of the woods, so to speak. And, we’re not. We had another bleeding scare today, got 2 more bags of blood (in addition to the at least 20 during the surgery bad times), and I’ve needed nebulizer breathing treatments every 4 hours. I still can’t move very much and there’s still a possibiity that I could hemmorage again at pretty much any point, and baby is in the NICU. But she’s off the intubator, has only the feeding tube in, and is doing so so so well. She’s an amazing fighter, just like her mama!