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My son’s birth July 02, 2010
WOW! I have not a clue where to start.
OK. Most know I was pregnant and was due on July 27th. During my pregnancy I had some complications due to my pregnancy and was at the Dr. A LOT!
I had high blood pressure before I was pregnant so made my pregnancy a bit complicated. During this time I went to my Dr. as usual. Throughout this time I kept gaining weight and gaining more and more. I ended up gaining like 80 pounds. I knew I didn’t eat that much. I was always told that women carrying boys will eat more and knowing that I really tried to watch it.
Skipping to the end….
On June 10 I ended up in the hospital on all kinds of monitors because of some plug I knew nothing about. Come to find out I was having contractions and didn’t know it; because of this I was given steroid shots to help my little mans lungs develop and two pills to stop labor I didn’t know I was having. All’s well, everything was ok.
That night I was in and out of the hospital and triage being monitored to make sure we were both ok. Luckily, we were both ok. At this point I find out that the Dr.’s are more concerned about me than they are for the baby.
After a week’s stay in Ante Partum in the hospital I am begging them to take him early because I was told that he would be ok and I was miserable because of all the swelling. They won’t do it because I was doing better. All the while being on bed rest which is not a good or fun thing especially if you are not used to doing nothing.
Two weeks later after I am out of the hospital my mom and I am going to the cemetery to see my Grandpa’s grave which we buried on June 13th 2010 and was rear-ended. This is July 2nd my grandpa’s birthday and they send me to the hospital because my back is killing me and the police say I am in labor and contractions were 8 minutes apart.
YEA! I get to ride in an ambulance. Just what I wanted to do. (Although, it’s not what I thought it would look like inside)
After getting to the hospital and being monitored triage says ok you can go home you and the baby look fine. While still in pain and the contractions are getting closer and closer they send me home. My husband met me at the hospital while my mom took care of the police so when they send us home we go to Denny’s and eat.
OK; try to eat… I was able to get across the street to Denny’s and order my food then my water breaks. All I know is it felt like I pee’d on myself and I didn’t have a clue. My mom goes to the bathroom with me and asks am I sure because we thought it happened before and they (triage) said it didn’t. This time I was sure. She has my husband get me pants out of the car and all the while having contractions in my back. We get back to the table after the bathroom and our food is there. I do get to eat one of my eggs and I couldn’t take it anymore. I just told them GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL.
It took 3 Denny’s employees to get me to the car. Mom went to get the car and Joe paid the bill. Joe walked across the street and was there before I was able to get out of the car.
Security took me to triage with Joe in tow. Thank God he and my mom was there with me I am not sure I could have done it. By this time I was dilated to 5cm and they started asking me if I wanted epidural and umm let’s see I said YES!
They start getting me ready for epidural and check me again and I am at 8cm in like 20 minutes. Poor mom is still trying to get in hospital and Joe is calling saying you better hurry if you’re going to be here. She is running through the hospital. (I can just imagine that one)
They give me some darvacet so I would have something till they can give epidural and rush me to labor and delivery. We are doing good we made it. Here comes the epidural, when they give it to me the progress stops. Hey it gave my dad time to get there.
They give me some more pain meds because it’s not working and then some pitocin to get the labor started again and we are movin’ along.
So, now I have my husband, mom and dad in the delivery room with me and I am ready to go. The delivery nurse has my husband help her get my legs in the stirrups because she thinks it’s time so he does. He was awesome because I couldn’t move my legs AT ALL. Finally, the legs are situated and she has me push. Push one Push two; OK STOP the nurse says in the same breathe “call in the team.” In my head I am thinking WHAT TEAM? What is wrong? About 2 minutes later nine people come into the room with my Dr. and she says ok it’s time. Still in my head I am thinking; time for what why are all these people in here to deliver a baby? Is there something wrong?
My Dr. gets ready and has says there is his head (without pushing again) and I tell her to stop. I want to see his head. So, surprisingly they do and someone goes and gets a wardrobe mirror and lets me see. She then tells me to push two more times and says “Congratulation’s” and has Joe cut the cord.
Joe, mom and dad are amazed and extremely happy that both the baby and I are safe. Mom and Dad leave and they send Joe and I to our after birth room. (LMAO I can’t remember what it was called.) Joe stays with me and the baby at the hospital; he is the BEST! He even goes down to the hospital café that opens at 11:30pm to get me chicken tenders and fries because my previous attempt to eat failed at Denny’s. I was seriously starving.
Family and bonding time for the next day being July 3rd. Now, on July 4th we the baby and I are being released from the hospital and head to Denny’s to actually eat food besides hospital food and everyone can see the little miracle.
Nothing much going on but bonding and having visitors the next two days and then it really hits the fan. On July 7th I had to go to emergency room because I couldn’t breathe. I was admitted to the hospital with Pregnancy Induced Congestive Heart Failure. Luckily, it didn’t turn out to be as bad as they thought. They started giving me lasicks through the IV and oxygen and morphine. The IV was fine but the x-ray in on the stretcher and then the catheter and blood gas. I was not happy and scared to death.
Admitted and to a room I go to spend the next three days in the hospital without my newborn. I lost over 10 pounds in fluid overnight and was feeling better right away. Since I was released from the hospital including the water pill they sent me home with I have lost 52 pounds in fluid and still going. Surely, I am almost done but am surely glad I am on the road to recovery. I do want to get better and soon and am on the right tract. Just a few more weeks to take it easy and get rest all the while trying to learn to be a mother.
We are now to present day and I will update as the days pass. So be patient we may be a day behind.
I know there are grammar issues and some words spelled wrong but be patient. I know nothing about medical or how to pronounce some of these words but you will get the meaning of it all.
Kisses from the new Mommy