So I know this is way late but I finally feel like I am able to do something else besides feed, change, sleep watch reruns of Grey's Anatomy and take care of a newborn. No one really tells you how hard those first couple of weeks are...well they are HARD! I feel like I can see the clearing in the woods and am loving being a mom! I mean how can you not love this face?
I wanted to write about the birth while I could still remember it. It definitly did not go as I had planned but in the end I got a healthy baby boy.
So on December 28th I went in for my weekly appointment. The nurse checked my blood pressure and made a face..."wow, your blood pressure is high." "Has it been like this before?". No, I said I have always had great blood pressure (which is true) She left the room and the next thing I know the doctor came in and gave me a smile...The type of smile that lets you know everything is not ok but she wants you to think it is. She proceeded to tell me that my blood pressure was too high and they were not comfortable with me leaving or with the baby staying inside of me and that I was being addmitted today and probably having the baby tomorrow. Um WHAT!?! I told her I was planning on going to work, that I had meetings, that I had none of my stuff or my husband! Then I started to cry. It is weird to walk into a place thinking that you are there for one reason and realize that your not leaving because of a totally different reason and one that your not sure your ready for yet...I mean I still had 5 days till my due date! She checked me and said, "wow...you have a small pelvis and your not really dialated or effaced at all." Thank you for the vote of confidence doctor!
After she left I called Stephen to give him the news. Needless to say he was a little taken back but jumped into gear, left work and headed home to collect all our things for the hospital. Meanwhile I walked down to labor and delivery and checked in.
After running some tests and doing 4 ultrasounds they told me that my fluid levels were low...like a 2! Apparently 5 is when they start to worry so I was sending them into a tissy with my 2. My blood pressure meanwhile was back to normal and I didn't have preeclampsia. Which was good news. I tried to push to leave but in the end decided that it would be safer for me and my baby to stay. Here is where the fun started. Because my fluid was so low they decided that I needed to be induced but because my body was not ready yet (not dialated for really effaced) they couldn't start pitocin because that would just start contractions but the baby would have no where to go. So they had to start me on a medicine (cervadil) that would soften my cervix. Long story short... 2 days and 6 doses of medicine later they were ready to start pitocin to get labor started.
At around 9pm on Thursday, December 30th I started labor. It was long and hard but I was proud of myself for at least getting to do part of my birth plan and not have an epidural. Stephen was amazing! I could not have done it without him. He was my focus and my encouragement. At 6am I was ready to start pushing and it was a welcomed relief. I pushed for almost 3 hours and pushed so hard that my face turned black and blue and I popped blood vessels in my eyes! When the doctor finally came back in she told me that she didn't think the baby would come out. He was head down but his face was up and he seemed to be stuck. By this point I was exhausted and ready to be done. Stephen and I tried a could more times and I got on my hands and knees to push and try and get the baby to move positions but it just wasn't working. The doctor said that she had never seen someone push so well and so hard. She told me that I did everything I could do but the baby just wasn't moving. At this point we decided to do a c-section. I was so upset but knew that there was nothing I could do. They got me ready for surgery and wheeled me in. Stephen was in there with me and watched the entire thing. He said that when the doctor reached in to grab Taft she was elbow deep and she had to have a nurse push on him from the other end to pop him out of my pelvis in order for her to get him. I guess I did push pretty hard because this is what he came out looking like...
Nice ledge there, Taft!
We stayed in the hospital till Sunday and then got to go home. I was so happy to go home!! My parents had come up on the 28th so they were there to welcome us as we walked through the door. The first few weeks were a blur and hard but I am loving being a mom and taking care of this sweet little boy. Welcome Taft!! You are so very loved.
