Since Caitlin's birth happened so fast, and so unexpectedly, there isn't really too much to tell, but I'll do my best to make it interesting. Her birth story actually began at our baby shower as I opened our last gift. I was crouched down to unwrap the present (It was one of those stroller/car seat combos -- we knew that ahead of time. I didn't finish opening it.), when I felt something like the start of a period (kind of a gush, but it was different). Now, considering we hadn't had any birthing classes yet, I really didn't know what it was, but as soon as I felt it, I got up, went to my mom, and told her that I thought my water had broke (that's the only thing that seemed logical to me). My mom gave me this weird, panic look, and said "What!?" She was trying to be quiet so we didn't scare anyone. So I said again that I thought my water had broke and we ran off to the bathroom. Now, I expected to see something that looked like I had wet my pants, but to my horror, I saw blood...and lots of it.
My mom went back out and got Mike for me. I was so glad that we had decided to have guys and girls there, otherwise my husband probably wouldn't have been around when I needed him. Mike came into the bathroom, but was sent back out to go and start the car. At this point, I was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a few friends who had come to check on me and comfort me and I was getting scared. I wasn't having any contractions and the site of the blood was making me really nervous. I got very light headed standing there and had to have help getting to the car. My mom got in her van, we got in our car, and we followed my mom to the hospital here in town. Keep in mind that our guests are still at the shower, not knowing what is going on. Our original plan was to go to a hospital that was about 20 minutes away, but we decided it was smarter to go to the one here in town first even though it doesn't deliver babies anymore. I figured that because they didn't deliver here, we would be sent to our original hospital, but a nurse came outside with a wheelchair and I was taken inside.
They put me in room, took my clothes, put me in a gown, hooked me up to a monitor and got an IV started in my right hand. It was scary watching the monitor because the baby's heartrate kept falling and then there were times when they couldn't find it. My mom told the emergency room doctor who my doctor was and he was called immediately. He was there about five minutes later -- fast guy.
They checked to make sure my water had actually broken and that it wasn't just blood. They used something that looked like that ph paper you used in science class. My water had broken and so my doctor checked to see if I was dilating or anything. I wasn't and he figured that was a good thing. At this time I started having contractions. Because I was so scared to begin with and because I had no idea what was happening, that made the contractions a 100 times worse. They started giving me injections in my IV to stop the contractions, but that only worked for about ten minutes at a time. Needless to say, they gave me a lot of injections.
They finally wheeled me into a room where they had an ultrasound machine hooked up. Mike was by my side the entire time. As scared as he was, he was right there trying to be strong for me as I cried. An OB nurse was comforting us. It only took them a few minutes before they realized the problem -- a placenta abruption (the placenta had pulled away from the uterus, which caused the bleeding).
My doctor had been calling up to another hospital which was about 45 minutes away, to see if they could get me there. In case something happened, they wanted me and the baby at the best place possible. There is a children's hospital at that hospital. When they learned what the problem was, they realized that they didn't have time to send me anywhere. If they did send me, there was a good chance that the baby wouldn't make it.
As fast as they could, they called a surgeon from our original hospital 20 minutes away and got the OR ready. They prepped me (got an IV in my left hand, in case they needed to give me blood and put a catheter in. Because this was an emergency c-section and I was going to be knocked out completely for it, Mike wasn't allowed in there with me. There wasn't time to wait for an epidural or a spinal to kick in. They knocked me out and when I woke up, it was 7:35 pm. It had taken them 3 to 10 seconds to get Caitlin out, and they said she came out "pink and screaming". I was taken to a recovery room, next to the OR, where they began giving me morphine. I was still having a lot of pain. The morphine didn't really help though. Mike was allowed in there for a few minutes, but he had to leave while they prepped me for my ambulance ride to Theda Clark. As they got me ready for my ride, they brought Caitlin in (in her little isolet) so I could see her, and then whisked her off to the waiting helicopter (she got a flight up to Theda Clark).
I guess that's really about it for the birth story. We both were transported to Theda Clark. I stayed there three nights and four days and we finally brought Caitlin home when she was 17 days old.
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