Birth Story Combo
I have been thinking about writing his birth story for a while, but for some reason kept putting it off. I know I should write it because I know the details will fade in my head soon. I also wanted to write a quick whats up with me post as well so I decided to combine the two. For the quick whats up with me I am going to go bullets. A lot of it will be baby oriented and my worries/feelings. I know this may be hard for some to read and I am hoping that you all get your miracle. However, I feel like I should be honest in my blog with how I feel.
- I have had a hard time adjusting to life with a baby. I think part of it is the sudden lack of sleep (I always slept pretty well during pregnancy), part hormones, part me being mad at myself for not being more ecstatic about things after everything I went through to get him (62 shots and a year and a half of trying), and worrying/feeling like I wasn’t doing a good enough job/being a good enough mom for him. Yes, I think way too much, obsess over little things, and can be my own worst enemy sometimes. I feel like my hormones are finally calming down some and I’m feeling a lot better from my c-section. Because of this I have slowly started to do more things again. I am still kinda nervous about going out with him on my own and how that will go. but I hope to try it out soon for a quick outing somewhere.
- We have been having formula issues. He came home on similac ready to feed. After he got home we switched him to the powder version of it (similac advance shield) and we didn’t like it. It was clumpy and he seemed to be getting constipated. So we switched him to the liquid concentrate version of the same formula and he seemed to do pretty well. He ate more and he pooped once a day which was softer, but after a few days he seemed to be eating less and more fussy/refluxy. I have a sensitive stomach and I thought he might too so after being on the liquid for a while I switched him to the similac sensitive stomach powder and so far (it’s only been a day) he seems to be doing pretty well and has already pooped twice. So *fingers crossed* that all continues to go well with that. It just makes me anxious trying to figure out the right food for him and making sure that he’s ok and comfortable. Yes, I did talk to his pediatrician’s office, before I started fiddling with things. I’ve also learned that figuring out the difference between an unpacked and a packed scoop of formula is more complicated than I would have ever thought
Ok onto his birth story.
Saturday night we ordered in dinner. I got lasagna instead of my normal salad because I figured I only had a little bit of time left with a great stomach. I have ibs and pregnancy and it’s constipating effect has been great on me. I could eat a lot more foods. So I had my lasagna and it was great. No heartburn or ibs issues. I went to bed and then that night at like 12:30am I woke up soaked. Hubby had trouble going to sleep so he had only gotten like an hour of sleep. I had maybe a couple hours. I was like did I have an accident? I sat up and I had liquid in my underwear and I had soaked the sheets all the way down to the mattress pad. I still wasn’t sure if I had an accident or if my water broke. I went to the bathroom and put on a pad. I yelled at my hubby who was asleep and at first he didn’t really hear me and started to go back to sleep. I yelled at him again and then he realized what was going on and was on alert. I called my ob’s office and got the doctor on call who I have never met before. He said if there is a chance that my water broke then I should go to the hospital and get it checked out. So we finished packing our hospital bag – it was only half way done and headed to the hospital.
I was emotional at this point. Thinking I wasn’t ready and such. I talked to the front desk lady at ob triage and was teary. They took me back, checked me out and then put me in a triage room. They did some tests on me to see if I had actually broke my water. One was a swab test that came back negative. Another was a speculum exam which I always hate. However, the lady that did it wasn’t nice/gentle/and did not go slowly like I asked. That made it worse. That test came back inconclusive. She waited for a doctor to look at it and that took forever. In the end they ended up admitting me. At that point hubby called my parents who live about two and a half hours away to start their drive up.
So around 7am or so I was brought up to the floor where women give birth. I was then started on pitocin because although my water had broken I was not contracting much. They could see it on the monitor but they weren’t close together or anything. My parents got here then and we basically napped and watched crap on tv all day while they kept checking me. Luckily I was able to drink apple juice which helped my blood sugars since I wasn’t able to eat all day. The woman kept upping my pitocin and about a couple of hours later I asked for an epidural. It was getting uncomfortable and I was not doing well with the internal cervical checks. I was only one cm dilated and felt kinda wimpy getting an epidural then, but since I was uncomfortable I went ahead and got it. I was scared to get the epidural, but in the end it went pretty well. I was very glad to have it in.
After that they continued to up my pitocin all day long and periodically check me. I never really felt the contractions after the epidural even though they were right on top of each other. The internal checks were also much much much better so I’m glad I got the epidural. The ob I had was not my ob, she was a hospital ob who was on call since it was the weekend. I didn’t like her that much. Every time she checked me I was always the same. I think the last time they checked me after being on pitocin all day and with my water being broken for like 18 hours I was barely at a 2, maybe 1.5 and little man was still way high up. He had never dropped. She said that my labor was very unproductive and that I needed to get a c-section. I did not want a c-section, I was scared. The ob was persistent and even though she could tell I was getting agitated she didn’t seem compassionate enough to try to calm me down much. They said I had to drink this awful stuff before I went into surgery. It smelled bad and I had to drink it fast. I am not good at gulping down stuff that tastes bad as shown when I did my glucose tolerance test. So I did the best I could, but it was slow. They kept telling me that I was making it worse for myself drinking it slowly and they said that if I didn’t drink it I had a chance of dying during surgery if I got sick during it and aspirated it or soemthing. I was like way to make me feel better. I finally got them to stop staring at me and I slowly managed to get it all down with no help from the ob who kept telling me I was going too slow and that they had sterile instruments open in the operating room that were going to go to waste.
They wheeled me in the room and I kept my eyes shut. I was shaking a lot at this point because of nerves and because of the drugs they gave me. I did not want to know what was going on or anything about it. This was good because I didn’t even realize when they started. I just wanted people to talk to me and keep me focused on something else. So hubs and I had a good conversation with the nurse anesthetist who was goofy. He said my blanket came from a pizza oven, thought hubby’s job was cool, and started using words he didn’t know what they meant. I told him he couldn’t use words he didn’t know the meaning of but he said he could and kept using it lol. I felt tugging and heard stuff which wasn’t fun, but I kept talking about other things to stay focused on something else and I think I did pretty good for being scared. They got little man out and brought him over to the warmer thingy and cleaned him off. I was nervous at first because I didn’t hear him cry. They said because they hadn’t gotten his chest out yet, but then I heard it. He was born at 10:56pm weighed 6 pounds and 2.4 ounces and was 19 inches long. After they had cleaned him up they brought him over to hubby who held him and showed him to me since I was still shaking like crazy and only had one arm available. I do have to add a side note and say that hubby looked very good in scrubs and I have a picture to remember that by 😉 After the c-section was over I got to hold little man as we left the room and then I went into a different room for two hours or so while I recovered. This is when my parents could come up and meet him. Finally around 2am we were moved to the postpartum floor where I was able to sleep for a bit until they woke me up a few hours later to pull the tape off my c-section incision. That hurt.
All in all I was in the hospital from early sunday morning to Wednesday afternoon. Little man developed jaundice and was put under the lights. At one point our pediatrician was saying he would have to stay in the hospital through to Thursday because of his jaundice but his numbers went down so well from the light therapy that we got to go home on Wednesday.
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