Anyone else have a June '07 baby?
My son Vincent Chase Ward was born Tuesday June 5th 2007 at 10:32 AM via C-Section. He weighed 9 pounds 10 ounces and was 21inches long. It was a planned c-section since my daughter was a c-section as well. I was extremely nervous the day before when we went in for pre-op but the morning of the surgery I was so ready to not be pregnant anymore I was oddly not nervous. We arrived to the hospital at 7 AM to check in. They brought me back to the operation waiting area where I put on my lovely hospital gown and socks. They hooked me up to an IV and started my fluids before surgery. I had to sign more paper work and talked with the doctors. My surgery was for 9 AM but got delayed because there was an emergency c-section that needed to get pulled in before me. Dang it that is the second time this has happened to me. So my boyfriend Shane and I waited and talked. Then they came to get me and bring me back to the operating room which is extremely cold at about 9:50 AM. They sat me on the table and hooked me up to a blood pressure monitor, heart monitor, and oxygen. Then they sat me up and cleaned my back three times. After that they proceeded with the spinal. The first time it shot down my right side, the second time it shot down my right side again but hurt really bad, then finally the third time it went in just right. Thank God. I was so scared the spinal wouldn't take and they would have to put me to sleep. They laid me down and put up the curtain. Finally after what seemed like forever they let Shane come into the operating room with me. He sat at my head and held my hand. He was more scared than I was but tried so hard not to show it. The spinal went up high and put my throat to sleep so I couldn't swallow, very scary the first time it happened this time I was more prepared mentally for it. Shane freaked a little but I told him it was okay. They had to mess with my fluids because my blood pressure dropped after they gave me the spinal. After what seemed like forever we heard our baby boy cry for the first time. It was amazing. Shane stood up and saw him. He said the first thought that crossed his mind was "How did something that big fit inside her stomach?" They brought him to me and laid him on my chest and let me hold him and kiss him for a minute before Shane and he went to the nursery. I just tried to relax while they finished up my surgery. It took a little while because I had a lot of scar tissue from my first surgery and they were also fixing my scar from my first surgery which was messed up. They brought me back to the recovery room where they hooked me up to a morphine drip with a button I could push every six minutes. They also pushed on my stomach which at first was fine but once I started getting feeling back was like cruel and unusual torture. They brought the baby back to me so I can breastfeed and bond some. They had to give him a bottle in the nursery because his blood sugar was low. They said big babies have that problem at birth. I got to breastfeed which he took to like a champ. I held him for a while but then they had to go back to the nursery. Luckily by then I had feeling in my legs and was able to move them so they were going to move me to my own room very shortly. I got wheeled down the hall way to my own room. We passed Shane who was standing outside the nursery staring at our son in amazement. They tortured me some more in the room, although I know it is good for me wow it sure does hurt. They brought the baby and Shane to my room. Because of his low blood sugar we had to bottle feed him after every time I breastfeed him and he had to repeatedly get his blood sugar checked. That was just the first day though after that his blood sugar finally stabilized and he was all good. I however got a fever of 102.9 the first day after surgery. I had to get blood work done and be put on an antibiotic IV. They also once again would not let me breastfeed while I had a fever, so he had to be bottle feed. We later found out the second day I could breastfeed with a fever that it would not make the baby sick or give him a fever but in fact strengthen his immune system with my antibodies through the breast milk. I stayed with fever for three days so I had to stay in the hospital for an extra day, they would only release me if I was fever free for twenty-four hours. Finally after five long torturous days my fever stayed down long enough for them to release me and the baby home. I was in a lot of pain having an infection and it was very scary getting sick after such major surgery but my baby was worth it in the end. He actually didn’t get named until he was one day old and the birth certificate lady came in asking us what his name was then we looked at each other and said um?, but Shane said Vincent Chase and I asked if he was sure and he said yes so I got my way and that is what we named him. I figured after major surgery and an infection he didn’t really want to fight with me on his name. He got circumcised when he was two days old and he took it like a champ, didn’t cry or anything. They wheeled him away and brought him back in about fifteen minutes, then showed us how to take care of it, and he was fine. I had to get some tests done while in the hospital, blood work which showed elevated while blood cell count and a chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia. They couldn’t figure out what was causing the infection other than an extremely high fever, I would tremble, and it would cause me more pain than what I was already in. I was so relieved to be released; we were starting to get cabin fever from being locked up for so long. I walked the maternity hallway everyday probably four times a day, which was really good for me because when I had Victoria I only walked the hallway once in the three/four days I was there. They said walking would help but I don’t really believe that I mainly walked because I was restless. The first time I got up and walked was to check on Vincent. The nurse took him to the nursery because he was really fussy and we figured it was because he hadn’t pooped in quite awhile even though the nurse swore he would be fine; she suggested he was hungry but he wasn’t. They kept insisting I bottle feed him since he was so big and they felt he wasn’t eating enough. I didn’t want to he had enough bottles to last him; I thought she was going to give him a bottle so I wanted to walk to the nursery on the way there though she was on the way back with him. Turns out he pooped and stopped fussing; go figure mommy was right about her baby. Oh well he motivated me to get up and start walking, little stinker. We had a lot of visitor’s which wasn’t too bad, Shane’s dad was mine and Vincent’s paparazzi he took about a thousand pictures the three days he was there with us. Victoria absolutely loved her brother and bonded with him instantly. She wasn’t jealous of him which was a big fear of mine and she adored holding and helping me with him. She didn’t want anyone to hold him except for us and her. They are going to be the best of friends. It was nice finally being released and being able to go home that Saturday afternoon. Well that is Vincent and I birth story, hoped you enjoyed.
Finally a post! Thanks!
My daughter was born June 30th at 2:21 pm. For about 2 months prior, I had been dilated about 1-3 cm. Her due date was 7/10 and everyone was predicting she'd come early. I had not felt any pains or anything, it was great. On a Saturday morning, about 6 am, my water broke so we called the doc and he said "I'll see you there!" and we got ready and dashed to the hospital which was about a 40-minute drive into the city. I never did see MY doctor, he must not have been on call after all, but this hospital specializes in births so they had a great team of people working with me. We sat waiting at first and I had towels under me and waddled around with the towel between my legs LOL but everyone was smiling. My labor pains/contractions started after I got into the private waiting bedroom where I was hooked up to the monitors. I had my Mom & Dad visiting at intervals (since only one person could come in at a time) and had some really precious moments with my mother.
At first I said no drugs unless it's really horrible, but my contractions got so painful that I asked for the epidural later on LOL....at what turned out to be about 10 minutes before I started giving birth! I am pretty glad I had it now because it allowed me to concentrate on pushing rather than on pain and breathing. Although I couldn't really feel myself pushing, it went really well and i pushed for about an hour & 20 minutes. Eva popped out at the last minute and tore me so after they cleaned her up they spent another hour stitching me up (and showing someone how to do it while they were doing it )
She was born 7 lbs. 1 oz., and 19 inches long. She was so beautiful. I was wheeled up to my room afterwards and in the hallway I started to lose my hearing, get really nauseous, and almost black out...but no sooner did they try to get me a bucket to puke in, it went away. It was probably due to the blood/fluids loss. It was very strange.
I spent 2 days in recovery and breastfeeding was 100% natural and no problems. We really enjoyed the hospital stay. I got almost no sleep though! We took her home on 7/2 in the blazing summer heat and it's been a wonderful but intense journey since then!