Laughing in all the chaos
I've wanted to start a journal for awhile so I may as well do it now. My name is Shannon (29), dh Rob(39), dd Autumn(3) and ds Logan (2). Dh and I were married in September 2002. We were going to wait a year before ttc. We ended up trying earlier but it took 6 months to conceive dd. I knew after 2 weeks of dd's birth I was ready for another one, but he held out on me until dd was 4 months old before he gave me the green light. When dd was 7 months old I got my bfp. Little did I know the challenges and unexpectedness of what was to come.....
At 27 weeks I knew something was wrong. My doc kept telling me everything was fine. I was not feeling him move like he should have. At 34 weeks I say a different doctor and she ordered an u/s. 2 days later I went October 12, 2005. I knew something was wrong when the tech and student weren't saying anything. I noticed on the monitor he was not moving and the est. weight was 2lbs 12oz. She told me to wait while to talked to the radiologist. They immediately called my doc came in and told me to go to her office. I arrive and they immediately wisk me back. She tells me to pee in a cup and get undressed from the waist down. She checks me and I am 2cm dialated. She asks me if I have been crampy and I said yes but nothing unusual. She found his heartbeat then told me to get dressed. She came back in and said on the scan he failed and scored a 2 out of 10. The 2 was for having enough amniotic fluid and that was it. She said he had to come today he was small and not growing and would do better on the outside. I immediately started bawling. She said she was not sure where I would deliver since the hospital could not accomidate a preemie. She said either I deliver there and he was flown out or I would get transported before. She said go to the hospital get admitted and she would be there shortly. I called dh and he was on his way.
I arrive at the hospital and was getting admitted when I see dh running by at a dead run. I said I'm over here. I get upstairs and was having some contractions no big deal. They check me again I am now 3cm. They pump me with sugar water to get him moving. Hopkins accepted me after some debate if they had room or not. I waited for an amublance and dh and fil went back to my house(opposite direction) so he could drop off his huge company truck and get our car. Everything was fine until 30 minutes out. I started contracting bad and his heart rate was decelerating into the 50's. With contraction now every 3 minutes lasting a minute was not good. The lights and sirens went on and they were on the phone to get me re-routed to a closer hospital. When still on the phone we were at their back door and they said they couldn't take me. So off over a bumpy road to Hopkins. I arrived and was swarmed by people. The room was so crowded people were standing up on furniture. They wanted to do another u/s to see what they were facing since the other one showed fluid on his stomach and brain. The break my water and insert 3 different things to monitor him and give me a catheter. In the middle of the u/s I said stop I feel pressure. They look and said everyone out were going now. I arrive in the largest delivery room with even more people. I had 3 doctors delivering, a nurse and a doctor holding my hand since dh wasn't there yet and a team for him. I pushed and his head came out so I held on while they suctioned and removed the cord from his neck then the next push he was out. They should him to me and in a blink of an eye he was gone. I ended up hemorraghing(sp?) so I was not allowed to see him until 5 hours later. He ended up weighing in at 3lbs 4oz and 15 inches long. He was on the ventilator for one night . He stayed their for 2 1/2 weeks and was transferred to a lower level NICU that was much closer (an hour away). A week later he was released to come home only weighing 3lbs 11oz. Now the fun begins.