It was Wednesday, October 8th. I had gone out for the night to my
friend, Misti Tompkin's father's wake and had spent a lot of time there talking
to old friends and catching up. I was standing the whole night and
complained to my friends how I was ready to have the baby. My friend
Carolyn said that she had just sent vibes to have her other friend go into
labor so she was going to the same for me. My Kathleen said that her
brother's bday was on the ninth so I should have the baby then. My best
friend, Arin, who is an obgyn said that she could break my water for me in the
bathroom if I wanted. All these encouraging words plus I had been on
"whentoexpectyourbaby.com" and they had said that I was going to have
my baby on October 8 and he was going to weight 7lbs 10 oz. I was ready.
That night I got home and Tate was already in bed so it was past 8 pm.
I spent some time with David and then he was off to work. I went to
bed suspecting nothing. Then at about 11:30 pm I woke up to a pop like
feeling in my uterus and then a gush of water. I immediately felt that it
was my water breaking. I ran to the bathroom and the fluid just kept
going. I knew it was either my water breaking or something that I needed
to have checked right away. So I hurried and called my parents to make
sure they were awake so I could drop off Tate and then I called David at work
to let him know that my water had broke and I think that he should come home.
While waiting for David I took a shower and packed anything I thought I
might need. David got home about 12:45 and we were off to the hospital
after dropping Tate off at the farm. I wasn't in a hurry to get to the
hospital but David was and even blew a stop sign on our way.
We arrived at the hospital and got checked in and ready to go. I was
feeling contractions at this point but they were very mild. Once every
five to 10 minutes I would feel a little pressure but nothing that was even
that painful. They first ran a test to see if it really was my water
breaking. The first test was inconclusive but the second one came back
positive. By this time I was feeling little contractions but nothing big
they felt like slightly intense menstrual cramps. I was in my room by
2:00 am, (as I heard the woman next door to me screaming out loudly in pain)
hooked up to monitors for the baby's heart rate and ready for what the future
was going to bring. They had the monitor around my belly and a couple
times the baby’s heartrate slowed but I didn’t think anything of it as the
nurses did not seem worried.
At about 4
am david headed to the bathroom and the nurse's came rushing in saying that the
baby's heart rate dropped too
low and
they started having me switch from side to side in case the baby was on the
umbilical cord. Luckily, the heart rate picked back up and started to
increase and everything was fine. As a precaution since the heartrate
continued to drop and then pick up and then drop the nurse's decided they
wanted to put a monitor directly on the baby's head to make sure they were getting
an accurate reading of the baby's heart rate instead of just the one on my
belly.... I agreed. The nurses checked me and I still was only dilated a
1 cm therefore, getting a monitor on the baby was impossible. They
brought the ultrasound machine in to make sure the baby's head was down and it
was. They decided to let me dilate more and wait for the doctor to come
in the morning for more direction. The doctor came in about 7 am and she
said that my water hadn't completely broken so she went ahead and ruptured the
rest of the bag so my water completely broke. Hoping it would help me
dilate and she started pitocin. Within minutes of her breaking my water
the baby's heart rate dropped again. Four nurses along with the doctor
came rushing in to see if they could get the heart rate up again.
They were trying to move the baby around to
get the heart rate up and get a monitor on the baby. It was a very scary
moment and as soon as the heart rate started to increase I started to cry.
I was starting to get worried that the baby needed to come out as soon as
possible. I was also feeling a lot of pressure from having to go to the
bathroom. I really had to pee and just couldn’t. I finally
requested a catheter because the added pressure was coming too much and after
the pressure was released I felt soooo much better.
For the next two hours I continued to labor and the contractions were
getting worse and more painful. Finally, at 9 am I said I was ready for
an epidural and within 30 mins the anesthesiologist was there. I was very
happy to see him. After some time of talking and preparing he was
administering the epidural and it was already working by 10 am. It was
not as bad as I thought it would be but it was amazing. As soon as it was
in my spine the contractions became shorter and shorter. Until I wasn't
feeling them at all. It was amazing. But within 15 mins of me on
the epidural, David said he was going to the restroom and, of course, the
baby's heart rate dropped again. Once again, the nurses came rushing in
putting me on each side trying to get the heart rate to rise again and this
time they didn't succeed. They quickly said they were taking me for an
emergency c section because they couldn't get the heart rate up in the three
minutes they tried. My doctor was at St. Joseph so they were going to
call her but the doctor on call was going to have to deliver the baby. By
this time I was a wreck and completely in shock that within seconds the entire
plan had changed!
I really think I
didn’t even have time to digest what was happening. They quickly wheeled
me to the emergency room and I was on the table within minutes. I was
crying hysterically by this point. A nurse in the room came over to me
and explained that they were going to slow things down at this point because
the baby's heart rate was back up to 150 but they were still getting me ready
for the c section and were going to wait for my doctor to get there. She
told me to breathe and calm down but it was too late I was hysterical and hyperventilating.
I remember seeing David in the hallway getting dressed and I kept looking
for him to make sure he was there for the delivery. Finally I turned to
the right and he was sitting by my head and I asked him if he got the camera
and he said no and I think that made me more hysterical. Poor David but
just trying to take everything in and it was freaking me out. Were we
going to loose the baby? By that time Dr. Emm had arrived and they
started the c-section. The amount of pressure I felt was unbearable and I
started to scream out in pain and fear and I turned to the anesthesiologist to
my left and told him that I was feeling everything and the anesthesiologist
decided to knock me out completely.
The
last think I remember is watching the anesthesiologist pushing the entire
amount of meds in his suring into my IV quickly.
I was out.
Since I was in "LaLa Land" I don't remember much. The drugs
were very strong and as soon as they gave them to me I went into a state that I
was completely not seeing anything and I couldn't move or talk or distinguish
between reality and the drugs. It was like I was on a HUGE drug
trip. I vaguely remember I heard the baby cry when he came out but that's
all I remember about the birth. David said they didn't ask him to cut the
cord so I think they were in a hurry. I also remember David rubbing my
hand and telling me to look at the baby but I really didn't know what that
meant. (David later told me that I was starring right at him and the baby but
the nurse told him that I couldn’t hear anything) I also remember that
when I heard him cry it was very short and then complete silence and I remember
thinking in my head there must be something wrong with him because no one was
talking and saying how cute he was. David later told me that he didn’t
cry right away, which even made David concerned, he said the doctor opened me
up and said “there you are, you’ve been causing a lot of trouble” and then she
pulled out and he didn’t cry right away but then he he did cry a lot and David
said that’s when he cried too.
And
people were saying how cute and perfect he was. The next thing I remember
is being alone on the surgery table and the doctor stapling me up and talking
to each other and then the nurses moving me back to my bed. I have no
idea if David or the baby was in the room at this point. In
my head I was scared they were going to drop me on the floor because I had
absolutely no control of myself. And then back to the room. I'm
assuming I passed out again but then when I woke up I saw David sitting in the
corner holding the baby. No one was saying anything and I started to
worry that there was something wrong with the baby. David then came over
and laid the baby right by my head. I could see him but I couldn't talk or
move my hands so I think I just cried. The next thing I remember is them
giving him a bath in the sink and he was screaming.
About two hours later I was finally coming out of the drugs. I was
finally able to move but talking made me feel like I had a stroke. The
words weren't coming out no matter how hard I tried to speak them. It was
scary and I didn't know if that was normal or not. David kept asking me
if I wanted to hold him but I didn't feel safe about it and the first time I
held him was later that afternoon.
It was definitely not the delivery that I intended and it was scary as hell
but David constantly reminds me that our healthy boy is here and we are both
okay and that's all that matters. At the end of the day, he is absolutely
right, but I still wish we would have gotten those delivery pictures.