- 4 years ago
- Wedding: July 2013
This story really starts on Monday, 12/9/13, at my drs appt. My dr told me that with the contractions I was having that he might possibly see me in L&D Wednesday (wink wink). He wanted me there at 7am if I was having contractions every 5-7 minutes. Well I got up around 4:30am and started bouncing on my yoga ball and timing them. The contractions were about 7-10 minutes apart and not painful at all so I decided to let Darling Husband go on to work and I would just let him know if anything happened. I showered just in case and ate some breakfast and started back bouncing on my ball. Around 7:30am my phone rang with a blocked number…it was my dr asking where I was. I told him I didn’t come in since the contractions weren’t close enough and he said he just told me that hoping I would take his hint and come on in. He told me to come in as soon as we could and he would admit me 🙂
Heck yeah, I was gonna have a baby….oh crap Darling Husband is 45 minutes away at work. I called Jared and he hauled ass home. I changed clothes, packed the car, and waited on Darling Husband to get there. We headed to the hospital and on our way my dr called again asking where we were and that he was waiting on us. Love him! Jared dropped me off at the hospital entrance so I could meet the dr up in L&D and when I got up there they weren’t quite ready for me. I was weighed (190! Holy poop!) then taken to our room, closely followed by Darling Husband. Within minutes of us arriving I was in a gown, getting an IV, getting checked (2.5cm, 75%, -2) and my water broken. Y’all the IV was the worst part of the whole process. The first vein in my forearm blew, the second attempt in my hand rolled, then finally a nursery nurse came in and got me going but she put it right in the top of my wrist. I couldn’t bend my hand without being in pain. Why can’t damn epidurals work on IV places? Ugh anyway. The water breaking process was also quite unpleasant. My dr said my bag was tough so it took him what felt like a year to get but he got it and that warm gush was just nasty. I felt like I was constantly peeing myself with each shift. After my water was broken I was also started on a pitocin drip and after being uncomfortable with the water breaking and the contractions I decided to to ahead and jump on the epidural train. By 10:30ish I got my epidural which wasn’t bad at all. My anesthesiologist was hilarious so I was distracted the whole time.
Around this time my mom, sister, Mother-In-Law, and SIL arrived and came in to see me. I was good at this poinot so visitors weren’t bad but since I had to use a bed pan each time I needed to pee (which was often BC of all the fluids and my constant ice snack) I started to slack off on in-room visitors. At 2pm my dad finally made it back to town, he was out of town working that morning and wasn’t coming back till I was close. When he came in to see me they had just checked me and I was only at 4cm and they had me laying on my left side. After we visited for a few minutes they wanted me to rotate sides and see if that helped me progress. So I shifted and tried to nap while Darling Husband napped in the chair next to me.
At around 3:30pm I was woken by a strong pressure down low like I needed to take a massive poop. I told Darling Husband something was going on and we needed my nurse. I paged her and she came in to check me. She said she thought I was at about 8cm but wanted another older nurse to check me and I sent Darling Husband to wrangle our moms so I could tell them we were about to the pushing point. The second nurse came in and said I was not at 8cm but I was at 10cm! Holy shit! 4cm-10cm in two hours! My dad said he didn’t think I would be pushing till after midnight, ah, we showed him. I told the moms that it was go time and to let the waiting room know. This was around 4:15pm and my dr was still at his office across the street and said he would come over when he finished with his remaining 4 patients. About an hour later he showed up! I had been what they call “laboring down” for an hour and this apparently helped in my pushing stage because y’all I only pushed three pushes in four sets of pushes and my baby was out. My dr came in and said “let’s have a baby!” I was lifted up on the bed and Darling Husband helped hold my right leg and my nurse at my left leg and dr down below. Whenever I got the poop pressure I would tell them and bare down. I made no noises or anything while pushing and just chatted in between each set of pushes. After my third set of pushes, my dr decided we needed to get baby out because his heart rate dropped a bit. He did a second degree episiotomy and had to use the vacuum on him but he popped right out. The pressure relief once his head was out was crazy and then I pushed once more and his body slipped out. He came out screaming and Darling Husband and I just cried. He was so beautiful and perfect. David Jace was born at 5:38pm weighing 7lbs. 14oz. 20.5in. 🙂 We did skin to skin and tried to breastfeed but that didn’t take right away so we decided to let the grandparents in to see him. Darling Husband went to step out of the room to get them and little did I know, all 20+ people we’re standing outside my room listening and waiting. He announced his weight and they all screamed! After everyone met him we spent a little more time together as a family then he was taken to the nursery to be cleaned up.
Well that’s the last time I got to love on my baby that night. As we started to head up to postpartum I got a call from the nursery saying Jace was having some issues breathing and would need to be monitored throughout the night. I was so upset because when I was younger I lost a baby brother at 6 days old and all those memories and fears came rushing back. We went down to the nursery and got more info on his situation and I fed him while they put in his IV and did heel pricks. It hurt so bad seeing him all tubed and wired. We left him and went to my room but I couldn’t sleep. I was also called every time Jace woke to eat so I could go feed him. The next morning he got to come back to us and we were so excited! But that excitement was short lived because that afternoon he was taken away again. His blood test came back showing an infection so he had to be put on antibiotics and continuously monitored. He was made a NICU baby at this point. I told my Darling Husband that I didn’t want any more visitors or anything because I was such a wreck and I didn’t know if the infection was brought in by someone the night before in the delivery room. To top it all off, I was discharged Friday night and they couldn’t find a room for us so we had to go home and leave Jace at the hospital. I was so horribly upset but I pumped enough so he didn’t need formula. As soon as we got up Saturday we went straight to be with Jace. The dr saw him and told us that his tests looked great and if they stayed clear we could take him home the next day. The nurses also got us a labor and delivery room to stay in just down from the NICU nursery so he could room in with us that night. This made me so happy! I was able to hold and love on my baby anytime I wanted. He did still have his IV so he could get his meds but I didn’t care. Luckily after a sleepless, restless, uncomfortable night, we were released and set home with our precious baby boy!
My little man is almost a month old now and I couldn’t be more in love! We’ve had some recent medical accidents in our family, little mans blood panels keep coming back unsatisfactory so we’ve got to repeat those again and then this past weekend my Darling Husband was in a hunting accident. Thankfully he didn’t break his back but he’s laid up on the couch for a while. We are so beyond blessed and I know I wouldn’t have made it through this pregnancy without my weddingbee ladies! Especially my FB girls!