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  1. #11
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    Heres ours!

    On July 31st approx 6 days before my scheduled c section I woke up with what seems like period cramps and a weird feeling in my lower uterus...nothing painful so we went to church at 11 and church again at 6.
    Throughout the day I had some contrax but nothing that was strong and regular. By bed time I really had a feeling that something was going to happen. So I made my hospital bag and the babies bag. I called my mom and told her what was up and then tried to go to bed. Oh and I also put all the babies clothes away. That was my nesting for the entire pregnancy lol

    At around 2 in the morning the crampy feeling was stronger and I kept getting more contrax..enough to make it hard for me to sleep. At 4 I got up again ate some waffles and stayed up. Now I was having regular contrax so I thought well if they are real they will get stronger when I walk. So I walked all throughout the house. While my DH got ready for work. They werent super painful but I had to stop in the middle of them and if I walked it felt better then sitting down. I was so tired though!! My DH called my mom and I told them I wanted to wait some more so that the girls could go to school. So at about 6 or 7 we drove to my moms.
    I was really calm and as long as I was walking I felt okay. As soon as I sat down it wasnt very pleasent. So we got the gilrs situated and were at the hospital at 8. They checked me and I was almost a 4 and 90 percent effaced. I told them he was breech so the gave me an u/s. he wasnt breech...he was transverse!!!! they started prepping me right away. i figured it whouldnt be another hour or 2 before the section so i sent george off to target to get me some nightgowns. he didnt want to witness it anyhow so my mom was there! my mom was SO excited!! they wheeled me down there and i immediatly started to cry. I wasnt scared, I was just so shocked! This was it! My baby was going to come out, and my pregnancy whould be over. I rubbed my stomach like a mad woman and talked to the baby like I had lost my mind. When they got me in the room I started crying even harder. Again I wasnt scared. I was just so overwhelmed. After they gave me the spinal I felt better. After I went completely numb they immediatly drew up the sheets and I could just tell they were cutting and then like 5 second later I felt tugging and pulling, I called out "hey can my mom come in here?!" She got in there right before they started oulling to get his feet out. Then his head whouldnt come out! It was all so WEIRD!! When they finally did get him out and he started to cry then I started to cry. My mom told me he looked like helena...all I remember saying was that "i already love him so very much" then I started to gain feeling so they put the gas mask over me and I could hear everything but I had no cares for it lol It was nice lol
    Then they took it off of me, I was all stapled shut and I heard someone say "here you go mama, heres your baby" I turned to look but I couldnt focus at all...he was in double vision. When I did see him I thought "He has really big eyes..and his skin is so soft!" I kissed him as he sucked on his hands and then my mom kissed me as they wheeled me into another room. I was in the recovery area for about 2 hours before I met up with him in the hallway. And then they wheeled me to my room. I didnt see him for another 3 hours. but when i did it made the pain bearable!!! and im still so amazed that i have a son!!!!lol

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    I went to the doctor for my 39 week check up on Wednesday morning and he did a NST and Caydence wasnt being very active so i had to stay on the machine for a hour...then he did another internal exam and he siad i was 3cm dialated and that if i wasnt to go into labor by Monday then i would be induced. I came home after and didnt feel good so i took a up around 7:30 and my back was killing 8:00 i was crying on the phone to my mom about how i was having bad contractions...8:30 my water broke....called DH at work (30 minutes away) and told he got so excited that he forgot to come pick me up before going to the hospital (30minutes from where we live)...after 45 minutes of waiting and freaking out because i didnt have anyone else to come get me i call the hospital and ask if my husband is there and they say yes... So i had to let them know that they needed to find him and tell him to come get me...
    At 10:25 i got to the hospital...and i was in SO much pain it wasnt funny my contractions kept hitting me every 2 minutes....I am very proud of myself because i had her with no drugs! The pain was bad but i could bare it...i didnt want to be out of it when my baby came out...1:20 i started screaming at my doctor who kept telling me not to a minute later he let me, but told me that she had a bowl movement and when i had her head out that i needed to stop pushing for a couple of seconds so he could suck all the icky stuff out of wasnt even a minute but it felt like forever between the first push that made her head pop out and the second one....1:30 she is out...and i hear her little cry...DH was crying way before i even heard her...she has lots of hair and loves to sleep all the time...ive been trying to get her to breast feed but she isnt really wanting im useing a pump until she gets the hang of some formula....She was so big that on the way out her left collar bone got broken, but the doctor said it will heal fast. Ive never loved anyone/anything so much in my life!! Even with all of my problems during my pregnancy..i would do it over again in a heart beat... Ill get some more pictures up later... Thanks for reading

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    Ok meet my little man: Toby William Froud born on the 17th August 2005 weighing 8lbs and half an oz.

    Fist pic taken coverd in vernix about 20 mins old.

    While in recovery about 1 hour old and im sooo tired!

    Today (2days old) thaught he looked cute with his dummy in!

    Went in for a possible cesarean at 8am wednesday. Had been told id have to wait all day and may get sent home as they had over booked. To my surprise they took me straight in. Scared! They walked me into theatre and gave me my spinal and an iv. This was the worse bit. Lay me on table and checked spinal worked. Steve came in and within 10 mins i heard a scream followed by surgeon saying hey dont cry your not out yet! Toby was perfect born at 953am weighing 8lbs and I cried so hard. They stitched me up but had had to cut a new scar as my old cut was wiggly. Took me to recovery where I stayed until 5pm Toby slept through night 1 and stayed awake night 2 and now im home after 2 days!!! was told a week hehe. Recovering well and can honestly say was the most pleasurable experience of my life the spinal hurt but thats it. Hes adorable and scored 9 in apgars. Oh yeah they gave him to me skin to skin for first hold and he weed in my face! I love him soooo much!

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    Saturday I had been cleaning all day expecting my FIL to be staying with us in a few. I kept my self very busy just hoping this little guy would take my nesting as a hint. It must have worked.

    I layed down at 6pm Saturday for a quick powernap. I was exhausted after all that cleaning. Jason had just gotten home from the gym and I thought he'd maybe go pick us up sometihng for dinner soon since i was also hungry. At 6:10 I was jolted up by what I thought was maybe a contraction. I had this huge urge to go to the bathroom too and when I did I couldn't stop peeing which was quite a change from the last several months of tinkles. I went back in the bedroom, hoping more would follow. About 15 minutes later, one did with the same urge to go to the bathroom. I had a few like this and at 7:15 I told Jason if he wanted something to eat, he better do it soon cause I thought we'd end up in the hospital sometime that night.

    We decided to call my grandma to come pick up our dog. By the time I got off the phone with her, my contractions were so close I wasn't even timing the. I called the dr and told her they were constant and she told me to go in. As soon as grandma got there we were on our way. We got to the hospital at 8:05. The nurse was waiting for us, but she didn't have such great news. She told me with constant contractions, it was usually flase labor and they might have to send me home. They were going to hook me up and check me for a half hour and see what happens. I told her I wasn't going anywhere so to get the dr there. She didn't believe me.

    My contractions were every minute to 90 seconds apart some without a break altogether, but I was only at 1 1/2 ~ 90%. Needless to say I got to stay. They suggested drinking lots of water since I hadn't had much to drink all day. I also decided to take a shower because walking just wasn't going to happen. After a half hour in the shower and lots of shakes later, they checked me again and I was at a 3 ~ 100%! I'll remember that next time too. They asked if I wanted any pain meds. My original plan was no, but at this time I needed something for the edge and I still couldn't get the epi. Before they could even get the Nubain started, I got sick all over myself. So I was back to the shower to rinse off. The good thing was, she said I would be a 4 in no time, they'll page the epi guy for me. They gave me the Nubain for the time being and also a cathetor since I still wasn't able to give them a urine sample. It didn't do much, but when the "epi god" (as I call him) showed up at 10, I was in heaven. Sure I hated him for making me move around so much and bend over during some rough contrax, but 15 minutes later I was loving him. I couldn't feel a thing and was finally able to relax. Jason and my mom and I chatted about stuff and watched tv waiting for things to progress. I liked staring at my monitors to see when contrax were coming that I couldn't feel. At midnight I was dilated to 5 1/2, and at 3 I was complete. They decided to turn down the epi so i could start to feel contrax so I could push. They told me it would probably be around 5 or so when I would start. At 4 am I was ready to go. Pushing wasn't as bad as I expected and actually felt better than going through the contraction.

    One hour later, Colin was born and he had some problems breathing and his color was funny so they took him to the nursery while they finished with me. Jason went with him though and soon they came back and I got to hold him finally. He was perfect and the love of my life. I'd do it a million times over to have him again. I got lucky, less than 12 hours of labor, minimal pain from some stories I had heard (you know how everyone wants to tell you their horror story while they are pregnant), and I have the most precious little boy in the end.

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    She is three days old now.. how is it the last three days of pregnancy can go by so slowly, but her first three days go by in the blink of an eye. It is surely one of those "hold onto these moments as they pass" times in my life.

    And now, the details...

    My due date was August 21st, my doctor and I decided that I would go in to be induced on August 25th if she wasn’t here yet. So, the 24th was spent cleaning the house with my husband, playing with the boys, making a nice dinner. I knew for sure I was going into the hospital the next morning, so I wanted to make the best of my last day as a mommy of two boys. Or.. maybe it was a massive dose of nesting, a sure sign I was just about to go into labor.

    Tuesday, just hours before I went into labor

    Exhausted, I brought the kids to my parent’s house and was in bed by 10 pm. After no more than an hour of sleep, I was awake, and would be for quite some time. It didn’t take too long for me to recognize that the contractions were not the braxton hicks I had been having for weeks, but the real deal. I trip to the bathroom proved me right, enough bloody show to wear a pad for the first time in nine months. By 2:30 am I was in the shower trying to cope with contractions that were coming every three minutes. My DH got up and came downstairs with me, where we held out until the time we had planned on leaving for my scheduled induction.

    Wednesday morning, just before I changed into my hospital gown, the last ever belly picture, 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant. (sniffles back a tear)

    We arrived at the hospital for 6 am. I let them know that I had been scheduled for an induction that morning, but that I had been contracting on my own all night. They got me into a room and on a monitor. Between contractions, I had to answer a book length list of questions. It was around 8 am when they started trying to give me the IV. I warned them that it never goes easily, and sure enough it turned into a huge ordeal. They tried once, they tried twice… by the third time my body started reacting badly to the stress and pain, as my blood pressure took a huge dive and the baby’s heart rate dropped right along with it. I nearly passed out. During all of this, my water broke. My water never breaks on it’s own, so that was really strange. There was maconium in the water, so they explained to me how this would affect things when she was born. I wouldn’t be able to hold her straight away, but she would need to be cleaned up and suctioned, and checked over well first. Anyway, when they finally got things stabilized and got me checked, I had made it to 5 cm, 90% effaced, and I think a +1. At that point, they decided that an induction was completely unnecessary.

    When my doctor made his rounds that morning, he was very happy to hear of all the progress I had made, and said I could have an epidural if I wanted one. Being I was up all night, and I had been through this twice before, I decided I did not want to endure all this pain for a third time, and I would try it. This is another part of the story, very much like the IV ordeal, I am going to try and shorten up. One try, two tries, three tries, nearly an hour later, and seven tries, they manage to get the epidural in. Of course, at that point, I had a bad reaction to the epi. My blood pressure dropped, Charisma’s heart rate dropped, and I began throwing up. I was given some medication to help the problem, but it happened again a half an hour later. At that point, we decided that my body just wasn’t reacting well, and it was affecting the baby, so I would just have to settle with a reduced dose of the medication. I can’t say I regret it, all together, because it really did make it about 75% easier to deal with than my last two labors, but it wasn’t the miracle I was hoping for either.

    After the epidural, my labor stalled, the contractions were coming, but they weren’t helping me progress. I was put on pitocin, in hopes of speeding things along, but I remained between 5 and 6 cm dilated until 3 pm. Charisma’s heart rate kept dropping with the contractions, so every time I had a contraction I had to use an oxygen mask. Finally, around 5 pm, I had made it to 8 cm, the contractions were getting a lot more intense, my partial epidural was barely taking the edge off at that point. I was complete and ready to push by 5:30, but I had to wait for my doctor to get there. Great guy, but he really could have hurried it up a little! The nurses were getting the bed ready and telling me to cross my legs! Can you imagine, cross my legs, her head was right there; I could barley get my legs together, let alone cross them! Anyway, my doctor did finally show up, and to defend him a little, it only took him about 10 -15 minutes, it just felt like forever. I gave one practice push, and then I waited for another contraction. During that one contraction, two pushes later, at 5:48 pm, Charisma Elisabeth came screaming into the world. They assured me, yes; I really did have a baby girl.

    With that, my birth story is complete. The rest are just minor details. The group b strep didn’t cause much of a problem; I got four doses of antibiotic through out my labor, and let me tell you, it burned my entire arm! I only needed two stitches, so recovery in that aspect isn’t too bad. My back, however, is a mess, 7 little holes and one massive bruise. But let me tell you, holding her in my arms is nothing short of a miracle. I look back on the belly pictures I took just this week, and I can’t believe that it is over, and she is here. She is so precious; I can’t even begin to describe the feeling. Three pregnancies, three labors, three births, and three beautiful children. My family is now complete.

    12 hours after my last belly shot, we welcomed Charisma Elisabeth into the world.


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    I went to Dr's apt Monday, Aug 22nd morning at 11 am and I was still not dilated but cervix was soft and 50% effaced. We decided I would go into the the hospital on Monday at 6pm to get the cervical pill inserted through the night to help dilation and induction would start Tuesday morning. I was having smaller contractions through the night and they started pitocin Tues at 6am, water was broke at noon and contractions were very strong after that...they were 30 secs to a minute a part so it was rough as I was getting no break. By 3pm I was only 1 cm and the Dr said I could get I did. After getting the epidural and the pitocin kept running Max's heartbeat started dropping. They turned pitocin off and Max was better but contractions were now 14-15 mins apart (can believe after breaking water, this is what they were). They decided to try pitocin again and Max's heartbeat started dropping again. They kept having me change positions and giving me oxygen. It was really scary and I had only slept 2 hrs the night before so to say I was emotional was an understatement. At 7pm I was only a little over 1 cm... Dr came in about 8pm and talked about options. Before I was so scared of having a c-sec but now I just wanted him out... I was wheeled into operating room at 9am and Max was born at 9:57pm. From all the labor during the day, he had some trouble when he came out but was good by a 1/2 hour. I was so out it and shaking the whole time and in recovery could not move my arms and was having trouble staying awake. I finally got to hold him after an hour and half and he nursed for a little while. He is absolutely beautiful and his Daddy and I are so happy.
    Mommy to Max (8/23/05) and Gracie (6/22/07)

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    Here’s the birth story of Audrey, it’s long.

    I started having mild contractions on Mon Aug 22nd. Tues the same, Wed a bit more, etc etc.
    Friday night they were irregular and 20-30 minutes apart. Saturday, all day, 20 min apart. I was not comfortable so we called the hospital to see what they though. The lady on the phone said wait until 5 minutes apart. That night they stayed 10 minutes apart. It was all in my back so I got up every ten minutes and walked around and around in the house with an ice pack on my back.

    In the morning the same thing. By 1pm they started to get really intense. I could walk through them and I was starting to lose it. We called the hospital and said we were coming in. I was scheduled for an induction anyway and they were waiting to see when a room was free. I figured, worst case, they’d send me home.

    This was my first baby so I didn’t know how labor was supposed to feel. They checked me in the assessment area. There was one bed free in delivery and it was between me and a woman on her 2nd child. They checked me and I was fully effaced, 6cm dilated and my bag of waters was bulging. May I add, my contractions were still 10 minutes apart. We kind of “lied” a bit to get in to be checked, because they were pretty strict about this 5 min stuff.
    The nurses were very impressed I made it to 6 with back labor.

    We got into the delivery room. I had an on call doc. Doctor Unenthusiastic. I think she had jet lag and a cold. Not to happy about her coughing all over the place... Whatever. She broke my water and things picked up a bit. BTW that didn’t hurt at all. Not even a little.

    Things started to get really rough and I couldn’t breathe or walk through contractions any more. I was thrashing and freaking out and screaming (and a lot more I won’t share). I was so afraid of getting an epidural (huge needle fear) and then figured it’s got to be better than this.

    So I got the epi. I am the stupidest woman alive. I should have gotten it way earlier!! I was a “loose 7” when I got it. It didn’t hurt at all and it wasn’t scary at all. It took a while to kick in and I needed a lot of help from the nurse to get some kind of personal control back. My husband couldn’t do anything because I was too wild. I was being really scary and it was hard for him to do anything because nothing was helping. He saw a lot of scary stuff. I have no memory of the pain now at all. Just memory of a few embarrassing incidents.

    After that everything was great. I was focused and in no pain at all. They gave me quite a lot of it. Stuart was great.

    The baby turned because I had relaxed and then I pushed her out in an hour and a half. Dr Unenthusiastic and the nurse were talking about signing their kids up for indoor soccer and all this other crap. I had to ask them twice to please “cheerlead” for me when I’m pushing because it was really helping. I also had to ASK for the handle things to pull on (which helped so much!). I really wish they would have made suggestions instead of waiting for me to ask. What do I know?

    So 11:35 pm on Sunday Aug 28th, they put my little baby on my tummy! She was pink and crying and peed all over the doctor! That’s my girl! I had a 2nd degree tear that is really no big deal. She got 9 and 9 on her apgars.
    She feeds like a maniac. I didn’t even know I’d had a “rough labour” until they decided to keep the baby in the nursery that night and let me sleep. I thought it was just normal and everyone goes through this. Now I know. The next kid will be a breeze!The nurse brought her to me in the middle of the night saying she was rooting and rooting and rooting. I fed her for almost 2 hours. She was still rooting so I had to supplement her. Today the at home visit nurse suggested that she is a good feeder and also likes sucking. We’ve taught her to suck her hand and that’s helping my poor nips. My milk is in so things are going really well.

    Babies are so cool! I love her so much!!!

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    I posted this once before but am just now getting around to adding it to this thread!

    Lily's birth story...

    Lily’s official due date was August 5th but after a full moon and some severe storms, she graced us with her presence exactly two weeks early…just as her daddy had predicted.

    We were expecting some bad storms during the night of Thursday, July 21st. I had been sleeping on the couch for over a week and asked Jason to blow up the air mattress and sleep in the living room with me. I just didn’t feel like sleeping out there by myself. Neither one of us slept well that night for a number of reasons.

    At around 5:30 AM on Friday, July 22nd I got up to use the restroom. When I came back to the couch I felt a warm sensation. I was pretty certain that my water had broken. As I hurried back to the bathroom I told Jason “I think we’re going to have a baby!”. Sure enough, my water had broken…how exciting! I called the doctor’s office and was told to come to the hospital.

    We arrived at the hospital around 6:30 AM and got hooked up to the monitors for a little while. Luckily, I ate some toast before we went to the hospital since they don’t let you eat once you’ve checked in. By 11:00 the contractions were getting pretty strong. The anesthesiologist offered the epidural at that time but I chose to hold off for a little while longer. I ended up getting the epidural when I was 4 cm at around 12:45 and was much more comfortable after that! I was able to sleep through the contractions so I would have energy when it counted. My main complaint throughout the afternoon was the fact that I was absolutely starving!

    We visited with family during the afternoon and at 6:30 I was fully dilated and ready to start pushing. Lily’s head had a hard time fitting under my pelvic bone so the progress was slow but steady. After almost 3 ½ hours of pushing, our beautiful baby girl was born at 9:49 PM on Friday, July 22nd. It was amazing when the doctor placed her on my chest. Lily was having some trouble breathing so they quickly took her to the warming table for some additional care. It turns out she had inhaled and swallowed a large amount of meconium and was not breathing as well as they would have liked. She had the most pitiful little cries. The special care nurses came and continued to work on her by suctioning her lungs and giving her oxygen. It was really pretty scary not knowing exactly what was going on with her. As the doctor finished up with me, Jason went with Lily since the nurses wanted to take her to the special care nursery. Before they left for the nursery, I was able to have her on my chest for a few more minutes. Our families were so excited to finally see her as they had been anxiously waiting right outside of the nursery for many hours. Lily ended up spending the night in the special care nursery but we were able to visit her briefly on the way to the recovery room.

    The pediatrician examined Lily on Saturday morning and told us that she appeared to be doing well and we could expect her to be brought to our room soon. The nurse brought her at about 8:30 AM and no sooner had walked in the room than Lily spit up a lot of meconium. They took her back to the special care nursery. We were so close to having our baby with us! We visited her in the nursery again that morning and finally she was brought to us for good at around noon. It was so amazing to have her with us and to be able to hold her! It was love at first sight!

    Lily ~ 7/22/05
    Cameron ~ 9/28/07

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    On Friday, August 26 (my due date) I woke up at about 4:00am experiencing some pretty painful, but irregular contractions. I figured it had to be another false alarm, but was unable to go back to sleep, so I spent some time chatting online.

    Around 9am I got a phone call from the HR department at work. They wanted me to come in for a job interview for an internal position I had applied for. I explained that it would have to be early in the day because I was still experiencing contractions and even though I was pretty sure it was another false alarm, I didn't want to leave it too late in case it was in fact the real thing.

    My interview was at 12:15pm and I was still having the contractions, but of course, nothing strong or regular enough to make me think it was real. If anything, all it was doing was discouraging me.

    After the interview, I went to lunch with my mom and out to run some errands. After all of the running around, she dropped me off at home as she had a football game to go to that evening. She told me she would have her cell phone on in case something happened, but I told her there was no way it was happening. Ethan was far too stubborn to actually decide to come on my due date.

    Boy was I wrong. Not long after I made a post about how miserable I was because of these false alarms, I found myself in the most incredible pain. I couldn't even make it up the stairs to bed without crawling. I told Leo I felt like Gollum from LOTR.

    By 10:30, I told Leo I thought we might actually have to go to the hospital. I didn't want to go yet because I wanted to make sure the pains were coming frequently and were lasting long enough. Sure enough, they were.

    Just after 11, I called my mom on her cell phone. She was on a bus coming home from the football game and neither of us could hear each other because the bus was full of drunks who were yelling and singing. I yelled for her to call me as soon as she got home.

    My mom got home and called me and I told her what was happening, so she quickly came over and off the three of us went to L&D.

    They quickly told me that YES! I was in labour!! Unfortunately I was only 2.75 cm dialated, so they said that I could stay and walk around for 2 hours, or go home and rest and take a warm bath or shower, etc. and come back after 4 hours. I was in so much pain that the thought of walking wasn't very appealing and I knew Leo was tired and thought that some rest might be worth a try. Who was I kidding? I didn't get any sleep. I did take a long, warm bath and by the time I got out, the contractions were about 3 minutes apart.

    At 6am we went back to the hospital where they did another internal. They said I was only about 3.5 cm dialated and that I should go home again. I refused! I explained that I was in too much pain to rest and that I had been up since 4am the previous day. They then told me to walk around for another hour and come back. So we did.

    When I went back, they did another check, 4cm dialated. They then decided that it was still too soon to admit me, but that things were starting to happen, so I should have some sleep. They gave me some Demerol and put me in a room where I slept for 2 hours.

    When they checked me again, I was a little over 5cm dialated. They admitted me at that point and put me in a delivery room where I pretty much immediately got my epidural. Oh that was wonderful!

    Not long after being set up, the nurse came running in slapped the oxygen on my face and forced me onto my right side. Then one of the doctors came running in, they had me open my legs, and before I knew it, my water was broken and they had stuck an internal monitor to Ethan's little head. Apparently his heart rate had dropped dangerously low and they were concerned about it. Once the monitor was attached, they saw that things were actually not so bad, so they left the oxygen on me as a precaution and let things continue on their own.

    The doctor decided to start me on Oxytocin because I wasn't progressing as fast as she thought I should be. Shortly after, the baby's heart rate dropped again! There had been a shift change and now a different doctor came in to talk to me. They replaced the original internal monitor with another one, just in case it had come loose, but Ethan's heart rate was still on the low side. The doctor determined that Ethan did not like the Oxytocin and had the nurse turn it off. He then sat on the edge of my bed and started to tell me that he was a little concerned because this had now happened twice. I immediately interupted him and told him if he wanted to do a C-Section, that I was all for it and that I had told my doctor all along that I would end up in one regardless of what she thought. He said he wanted to err on the side of caution and that if it happened again, that is what we would do.

    They were checking me every 2 hours and I wasn't due for another check until 11:30. The nurse came in and I explained that although I wasn't feeling any contractions (Thank God for Epidurals), I did feel as though I was going to crap a watermelon. Because I had been progressing slowly, she didn't like the way it sounded and said she would have the doctor check me then (10:30) instead of waiting until 11:30.

    The doctor quickly came in, did a check and told me that he felt a C-section was what would have to happen as the baby was stuck due to the fact that my pelvis was too small!! Do you think maybe they could have figured this out before I was in labour??? Anyway, when he pulled his fingers out from the exam, the baby's heart rate dropped to about 50! I don't remember what he said, but the only word I understood was "NOW!" as he called for help and started ripping cables and cords out of the wall. I'd never seen so many people move so quickly. I felt like I was on an episode of ER! My mom was crying hysterically and Leo was being told where to go to change into scrubs.

    They got me into the OR (after banging me through doors and into walls in the big rush). Immediately they hooked me up to a fetal monitor and what do you know... the heart rate was normal again. I asked my nurse to please go tell my mom that much so that she could calm down as it was going to be a long wait for her.

    They began prepping me for surgery and I was told that they were concerned at the speed my IV was flowing. I knew this might be a problem as they had already had to flush it several times during my labour with saline. I told them to poke a new hole, just get things going. It took them forever and after several pokes and prods, they finally found a vein and we were off to the races. They almost forgot to bring Leo back in... if I hadn't said "aren't you going to get my husband?" I don't think he would have been there at all.

    I was so exhausted by this point and extremely nauseated (I had already thrown up 3 times in labour in the delivery room) and had to ask the doctor to make sure I got some more gravol in me before he began or I was afraid I might be sick during surgery. I dont' know what they gave me, but it worked. I had to fight to stay awake throughout the surgery, but I was wide awake when I heard my little boy cry for the first time. Rather than say "It's a boy" the doctor said "What a BIG boy". Immediately I thought, OMG, he's gotta be 12 pounds! But when they weighed him, he was only 8 pounds, 8 ounces and 20.8 inches long!

    They stapled me back together and cleaned my little man up and then we were off to recovery. They finally brought my mom in. I was shivering and shaking like crazy and couldn't even think about holding my son at this point. I was just too out of it. I was offering all of the nurses a chance to hold him and they thought I was nuts but I knew I just couldn't hold him right then. They put him in my arms when it was time to go up to our room, but once we got there, I was pretty quick to hand him back over. It wasn't that I didn't want to bond with him, I was just so tired and couldn't stop shivering.

    They got me into my room and it wasn't until the next morning that I realized I wasn't in the right room. I was to be in either a semi-private or private room, but they had stuck me in a ward room. I was pretty upset by this because I knew we'd have lots of visitors and that with 3 other patients in the room, it would be hard, especially since they all had visitors too.

    I asked Leo to find out when I'd be getting a private room and they told him I wasn't on the list and that they couldn't find my paperwork. I could have cried. Finally they found it and immediately offered to move me to a semi and said I could have a private room by the following day. Then, my amazing nurse, Linda came in and asked if anyone had talked to me about the Victorian Suite. I explained that I knew about it but no one had talked to me about it. She told me it was available if I wanted it at a cost of $50 a night. Of course I took it! It was basically like having my own hotel room in the hospital with my own bathroom and shower, double bed that DH could stay in and included a regular size TV and phone! I couldn't have been happier and my stay was much more comfortable as a result!

    Ethan's official Time of Birth is Saturday, August 27, 2005 at 11:51PM... he was almost a Sunday baby!!

    Anyway... now that I've probably bored you all to death with my story... you can check out the pictures of my little one at
    Heather & Leo - May 22, 2004
    Ethan - August 27, 2005
    Addison - September 26, 2007

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