my little man
my son fredrick john was born on july 28 2007. he weighed 3lbs 3 ozs. he was 15 1/2 inches long.he was also born at 28 weeks. i went for the rutine ultrasound on wednesday july 18th... it went great. that afternoon i got really crampy, but i was wooking so i didn't pay any attention to it.I had those craps untill i desided to go to the hospital friday july 20. when i went i found out that i was contracting....which they shot me up with 4 shots so they can stop the contracting and then i got 2 shots so that they can mature my sons lungs.just in case i had the baby. they sent me home on pills to stop the contractions. I was fine.... i counldn't of felt any better. then on monday night i woke up to use the bathroom and there was blood in my underware. I when and asked my husband to call my parents so i had a babysitter for my other 3 kids. i went back to the bathroom to go pee again and the blood was pouring into the toliet. my husband called 911 and i went by ambulance to the hospital.when i got there they took ultrasound and found out i had a hematoma (bruise on the inside of my stomach) that was causing my placenta to pull away from the uterus wall (placenta abrubtion is what they called it).They then they transported me to a hospital that could take care of my baby when he was born. They said that i would be there till i had the baby. now i'm thinking what about my other 3 kids... ages 11 months, 3 years and 6 years.i was not aloud out of bed i was catherized. i couldn't even wash myself they had a nurse wash me. my hair hadn't been washed in 3 days. The hospital i was in was 1 hour away from home....i was so scared.i had a full time job. my husband had a full time job and we had the other kids what do i do. On saturday the 28th i was feeling great and i had planned that my other children see me the next day. i was finally happy. then around 9:00 pm i started to feel really sick the checked me it was ok they said that it would pass. my husband called i told him that i couldn't talk i didn't feel good. as i hung up the doctor said that they were taking my son.the nurse asked if i wanted to call some one to come ....of couse my husband.now remeber that he was 1 hour away , taking care of our other children. i called him and he said what and he hung up on me. i guess he called my parents and my sisters watched the other kids and Mike( my husband) and my parents came.meanwhile i was rushed into the operating room. they took him out and i was bleeding soo bad.they did everything they needed to to . they found 700 milleters of blood in my uterus.i got a quick look at my tiny little boy. he looked so sick.they took him strait to the nicu.i didn't see him till the next morning because they had to intabate him.because he wasn't breathing.I touched him once and because it was a lot of activity for him his heart rate went really high. because of that i couldn't touch him for a week.he wouldn't keep his tempeture at a normal rate. he was in this incubator and i couldn't help him, couldn't touch him.then it started to get better. he was breathing on his own. i was so happy but that night they put him an cpap because he was having a hard time again.he wasn't feeding. he would take my breastmilk.they tryed formula and it worked he was on a feeding tube for 4 weeks.he went off cpap when he was 2 weeks old. on top of that he had jaundice. they diagnosed him with respitor distress syndrome. now i was just trying to get over what happened because it happened so quickly. then i get all these big words thrown at me. thak god there was a nurse that explained everything to me.he was in the nicu for 39 days. a very long , exausting 39 days. back and forth. he is now home and he has pt,ot and a feeding theripst. he also has to have a doc band because his head is so asymetrical.he also needs to have a full audoligcal screening because he can't hear. He get synigis so it can reduce the risk for rsv. He has been hospitalized 2 times for not breathing just in november.everything seems to be getting better but we are allways. worring and looking at him to make sure that he is ok.
Preemie #1, I don't remember much of it, I had a rough pregnancy, passing lots of blood clots during the whole pregnancy and being in and out of hospitals. The Saturday night I had a really sharp pain at around 9PM and from there, I started having some contractions, but nothing really consistent. They continued going like that all day Sunday. By Monday afternoon, they were so strong that I would curl up in the fetal position on the floor. I didn't think it was time because I was only 32 weeks. Finally at 7PM we decided to go in and Samantha was born at 2:20AM weighing in at 4 lbs 15 oz. She was in the NICU for 2.5 weeks.
Preemie #2, At my 29th week appointment I told the dr that I was having some lower back pains and some pressure. So he checked me and told me that I was 1cm dilated. He sent me for the steroid shots and told me that I had to stop working. I had the shots that day and the next. At 31 weeks, on January 31st, I had an u/s done and they told me that I had cervical funneling, so basically I was dilating from both ends of my cervix. The dr told me that there were very high chances that I would have her early. On the 10th, I had the runs and I had a feeling something was going to happen soon, and I had been having some cramping and lower back pains on and off. Two weeks prior we had gone in for PTL, but they gave me some fluids and everything stopped. On February 11th my contractions started, we went in to the hospital where they told me that it was too soon. They put me on fluids hoping it would stop the labor, but nothing happened, it just seemed to make them stronger. Then they decided to try something new, put a Nitro patch on me, they say it relaxes the uterus, the same as it does to the heart when someone has angina. Well they put one patch on and the contractions seemed to get stronger, then they put a second one about 5-6 hours later. Well that didn't really help either. They wouldn't give me anything for the pain because they were trying to stop my labor. Finally Tuesday night/Wednesday morning they decided that there was nothing else they could do and things were going to happen to matter what. So when they said this, I asked if I could have an epidural, but I was told it was too late. So at 5:13AM on Wednesday February 13th, Bronwyn Cordelia was born weighing in at 5 lbs 2 oz and measuring 17 inches. After she was born and the placenta came out, my dr told me that it's a good thing that she came out when she did, because I was starting to get placental abruption. I guess she knew it was time to come home before something bad happened. I love you so much my baby girl.
I love all my girls. XOXO....
so here it is. Monday night my water broke @ about 9. at first i thought i had lost bladder control but wasn't sure. so i put on a pad , laid down on the couch to watch some t.v. . I sat up to grab the remote and felt a sickly gush. without really t thinking i stood up suprised and felt an other gush. DH wasn't home so i grabbed the phone calling his cell trying desperately to reach him. DD was home so i quickly packed a bag for her and myself. Trying to get a hold of my mom and DH at the same time. I got a hold of DH at about 9:45 and told him my water broke we need to go now. He raced home. We dropped DD off at my parents and rushed to the hospital. When we got there the nurse did a nitrazine strip and it showed up instantly. B/c The hospital where i was suppose to deliver doesn't deliver before 36 weeks they had to find a hospital to transfer me to. AT 11:30 they transfered me out to a hospital about 30 minutes away by ambulance. When we got the the Actual hospital where i delivered i was contracting good about 3-5 min apart. The nurses rushed me into the delivery room where they hooked my up to the monitor to check Micah's heartbeat and contractions . After about a half an hour they let me up and told me to walk so as to keep the contractions coming. so i did . the contractions died off at rouind 7:30 in the morning so they let me sit and wait to see what would happen. My Ob wanted me to try v-bac b/c he thought that the baby would be small enough. so i sat and waited and waited.
tuesday night they decided that if labor didn't start they were going to induce me in the morning. I didn't sleep at all that night. 9:00 wednesday morning they started the pitocin drip. After a half an hour Micah's heart beat started to drop. I then said that i wasn't going to go through labor to watch my sons heartbeat drop and to end up with an emergency c-section after hours of labor. So they made the calls and at 11:30 we started prepping for an emergency c-section. I walked into the OR and sat down for the spinal. ugg those things SUCK. the Ob that was doing the surgery came in after the spinal was administered and started pulling around. I felt pain when he pinched me so they tipped my head back to get the spinal to work faster. I couldn't feel him making the incision but i could hear it. (man that is the grossest sound you'll ever hear . scar tissue being ripped and cut) I did feel a lot of tugging a pulling and then the dr started pushing and pulling a lot. He had to push on my chest to get Micah out and that was painful b/c the spinal didn't reach that high. I was gaging so hard from him pushing on my chest i was spitting up flem. and then all i heard was this noise of suctioning and a high pitch little squeal. The nurses brought him around the curtain for DH and i to see. He was perfect red and tiny. DH went to the nursey with Micah while they stitched me up. I don't really remember much after that b/c the drugs they gave me made me feel like i was ready to pass out drunk. He weighed 4lbs 9oz and is 17 3/4 inches long. he was born at 12:39 on january the 9th 2008.
January 24th I woke up around 2am having terrible stomach cramps and vomitting. So I woke up my boyfriend and he took me to the hospital. I was admitted right away, but every second I sat there the pain got worse and worse. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with me and they were very reluctant to do an x-ray because of the potential dangers to the baby. However, by Saturday, January 26th they still hadn't found out what was wrong and I was getting drastically worse. I don't remember much past the first day in the hospital because I kept blacking out from the pain. They finally decided to do a CT that day to see what was wrong. The CT discovered that my uterus was pressing up against my small intestine and causing it to twist and cause major blockage. If they didn't take me immediately into surgery then my intestine could rupture and kill me and the baby. So I was sent into surgery where they removed two feet of my intestine and gave me an Ileostomy. If you're curious what that is then here's a link that explains it more http://www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk/articles...?articleId=499. Anyway, as soon as I went into surgery Breanna's heart rate dropped and they were forced to take her out as well. She was officially born January 26th at 7:50pm. The nurses printed a couple pictures of her and brought them to me in my recovery room. It wasn't until the next day when they were able to wheel me down in my bed to the NICU. She has to be the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. Nothing can explain the feeling of seeing my child for the first time. Ok now for what you've all been waiting for....PICS! :)
Breanna 2 weeks old.....
Breanna now (April 2nd).....
When David and I found out we were pregnant, it was pure jubilation. We had already been pregnant once and our little angel went to Heaven at 13 weeks in April of 2006. We had been “trying, but not really trying” since our wedding to get pregnant. We found out at 5 weeks, which was nice and early. I went to the doctor for the first time at about 8 weeks. I liked the office. It was a group practice, but I didn’t mind. I watched a video at my first appointment and the nurse asked questions to gather my medical history. I remember distinctly when she asked if twins were a possibility. I answered, “no, absolutely not.” We had no twins in the family and there were no fertility treatments.
I mentioned to her that I had been having some light brownish-red spotting. We scheduled an appointment for the next day to make sure I didn’t have an infection. During that appointment, the nurse practitioner collected some specimens and asked if I would like to have an ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy. I, of course, answered yes.
David and I arrived for our ultrasound appointment and were shown back. The technician was very nice and we were making jokes and having a grand old time. When she brought up the screen with the picture of the embryo on it, she asked me what that looked like to me. I responded, “That looks like a thumbnail with a split down the middle of it.” She chuckled and said, “That’s twins.” To which I answered, “Are you f***ing kidding me?” David was appalled that I had said the F word, and I was still shell shocked. Besides our nurse was a grown adult. I am certain she had heard that word before.
At that point, there was no keeping this pregnancy a secret. We had to tell everyone. We were so overjoyed. I was still shocked. All of our friends were thrilled. We were told my due date was September 6. That’s certainly an easy date to remember, as it is my brother’s birthday.
My first trimester was a nightmare. I had all-day sickness, rather than just morning sickness. Those of you, who know what I am talking about, imagine working in a restaurant. I cannot count the number of times I would be waltzing around the dining room at Bravo and have to make a mad dash for the restroom after smelling food. I even had a guest offer to pray with me after she heard me heaving in the ladies room. I actually lost about 10 lbs during my first trimester. Finally, around 13 weeks, the sickness subsided. I still had an occasional bout of random vomiting, but the everyday, all day sickness was over.
Around 14-15 weeks, I started letting our regular guests at Bravo know and some of our acquaintances. The support was wonderful and I was finally able to enjoy actually being pregnant. At my 16 week appointment, I had still not gained any weight and I was starting to worry. However, the doctor measured my uterus and said I was actually measuring 20 weeks. Because I am tall and have a long torso, the babies had a lot more space. So I began to truly enjoy food again!
At 18 weeks, we had another ultrasound and discovered we were having two boys. We were both thrilled, especially me. I really did not want to raise two little mini Andreas. That would have been rough. The babies were growing right on schedule and everything looked absolutely normal. I was happy to hear that especially given my paranoia over my weight gain, or lack there of.
At 20 weeks, I started have Braxton Hicks contractions. They really freaked me out at first but I got used to them. At 24 weeks we had a bit of a scare. We went in for an ultrasound. While we were there, I had about 7 contractions. The ultrasound technician then checked my cervical length and we discovered that it was only 1.5 cm when it is supposed to be 3 cm. We were sent straight over the hospital. I was put on a contraction and baby heart rate monitor. After consulting with my doctor, they decided to give me a shot of turbutaline which is a steroid to stop contractions. The contractions stopped and they sent me home.
At this point, I started going to the doctor every week. On June 12th, I went in for my appointment and everything was just fine. On June 13th, we had our ultrasound and the babies looked great. They were 2 lbs 3 oz and 2 lbs 4 oz. On the morning of June 14th, I awoke with horrific stomach pains. These weren’t contractions; they were stomach pains. I also had just vomited. I called the doctor because the pain was excruciating and she ordered me to the hospital. As soon as we arrived at the hospital the pain surprisingly stopped. They still hooked me up to the monitors to make sure the babies were okay, and of course they were. We then headed home. I felt like an idiot for going there, but little did I know there was something wrong and my babies would be born in less than a week.
On Tuesday morning, June 17, I awoke with the same pains. This time they were accompanied by severe nausea. I was determined to stick it out. Surely, the pain couldn’t last too long. Well, after about 3 hours, I couldn’t take it any more. I called the doctor and was again sent to the hospital. The pain was still fairly intense when we arrived but ended about an hour after we got there. This time they drew some blood and I had an ultrasound of my organs, as the doctor suspected gall bladder disease. The ultrasound came back with no indication of gall bladder disease. However, my labs came back a little off. My liver enzymes were slightly elevated and my platelets were low, so the doctor decided to admit me for observation.
I stayed the night at the hospital and they drew my blood a couple of more times. The liver enzymes and platelet count stayed the same, so they sent me home with an order of complete bedrest. I asked repeatedly what could have caused the pain. She had no answer for me. One of my doctors even said that it could have been really bad heartburn. I had my weekly appointment scheduled for Thursday, June 19 and I felt great. The doctor and I talked about complete bed rest and what that meant. So I headed home with the intention of bunkering down for 11 weeks of bed rest. My liver had another plan.
Friday, June 20th at 2am, I woke up and could not fall back asleep. I played on the computer a little bit and had some raisin bran. At 3am, the stomach pains started again. I started throwing up at 6 am, and finally called the doctor at 7:30. She recommended that I take some Pepcid or something for heartburn. I called her back at 8:00 and told her I was coming to the hospital. The pain was unbearable and I was terrified. We arrived at the hospital and my good friend Lexi was one of the nurses on duty. She got me settled in. The pain was still excruciating. Finally, the doctor arrived and ordered blood work and a CT scan. She also gave me some morphine. At last, the pain subsided.
The lab results came back and my liver enzymes were extremely elevated and my platelets were still very low. At 2:30 pm I had more blood drawn and at 3:00 pm we went for the CT scan. There had been talk about doing a biopsy of my liver after the CT scan, however, the radiologist said that there was too much of a risk because my platelets were so low. He told me that we were heading back upstairs to talk to my doctor about the next plan of action.
I was taken straight to the labor and delivery floor and then I started freaking out. The doctor told me that my liver enzymes were so high that my liver could rupture, basically at any minute and the only “cure” was to deliver my babies. I was so worried about David, that before I went into the operating room, I made him call some of our friends to be with him while all this was going on. We had 5 of our closest friends rush down to the hospital. My friend Holly was so thoughtful she stopped to get me toiletries and a nightgown, since I had nothing with me. Mom and Dad flew in from Arizona to spend several days with us and meet their grandsons.
The anesthesiologist came in and informed me that I would have to go completely under as my platelets were too low to do a spinal epidural. So under I went. David could not be in the room, but he went right upstairs to the NICU with Hayden and Logan when they arrived. I awoke around 6:00 pm in serious pain. This C-section business is definitely not fun. I had been started on magnesium to halt any seizures which were a possibility with how sick I was. I finally got to see David around 8:00 pm. I wasn’t able to see Hayden and Logan until Saturday night and even then I was too sick to even get to a wheelchair, I was wheeled upstairs in my bed. My first view of the boys was amazing. They were so tiny, but I had no doubts that they would make it. They are certainly our little miracles.
Well, as it turns out, I was diagnosed with HELLP Syndrome and Pre-eclampsia. HELLP stands for Hemolsysis, Elevated Liver enzymes, Low Platelets. This is a very rare disease and happens very quickly. HELLP is almost always associated with pre-eclampsia and because I didn’t have any of the classic symptoms (high blood pressure, swelling, headaches, vision problems), they had a difficult time diagnosing me when I first arrived earlier in the week. The recovery was rough. I had blood drawn at least 3 times a day to ensure my enzymes and platelets were going back to normal. I also had a blood transfusion. I only got to see Hayden and Logan a couple of times while I was in the hospital.
I am now fully recovered from all my troubles. While they were at the NICU, I spent about 4-8 hours everyday at the hospital with Hayden and Logan. David cut down his hours at work so he spent most evenings at the NICU with the boys. Hayden and Logan came off the ventilator after only a day, but were put back on about a week later. We were so blessed to not have any major surgeries. Hayden had troubles with his feeds for the first month or so, but quickly caught up to his brother. We just had to wait for them to grow and stop those apnea/brady spells. Logan was finally released on August 25, 2008 and Hayden was out on August 30, 2008.
I'm going to take the easy way out (I've got three babies wanting my attention) and post a link to my blog post. It tells our birth story and has lots of pictures that I just don't have time, right now, to upload to photobucket and then try to format again.
It's a looong post! lol
Claire Ruth H.
1 lb. 4 oz.
11 3/4 inches
born at 27 weeks 3 days
Everything in my pregnancy was going well, until I was 24 weeks along. I went to see my regular doctor because of a bump on my hand, and he discovered that I had high blood pressure. The next day I went to my OB, who was also concerned about the raise in blood pressure from what it had been normally thoughout my pregnancy so far. He sent me to the hospital for some tests and monitoring.
At the hospital, they were concerned about the possibility that I might have preeclampsia. They admitted me over night. That night, a doctor came and told me that I was going to be on bed rest until the baby came. He said I would never make it until term, and at best, I may make it until 36 weeks. I was shocked, as I didn't feel sick at all, and the possibility of spending 12 weeks in bed at the hospital was mind-boggling.
The first week was not very hard. Everything seemed to be going pretty well. I was hooked up to a fetal heartrate monitor 3 times a day for an hour each, so I got to listen to my little girl's heart beat often. And, I got to have an ultrasound each day. It was wonderful to see my little girl every day. The reason I had to have so many ultrasounds was that they discovered that there was a low amount of amniotic fluid, bad blood flow in the baby's umbilical cord, and that she was IUGR (Intrauterine Growth Restricted). Basically, she was very small for her gestational age.
The next week started to get harder. It seemed like every day something happened that was a little bit scary. A couple times they found that not only was her blood flow restricted, it was reverse. (it would flow from my baby to the placenta, but then bounce back). Some days her heartrate would dip really low. Other days my blood pressure started getting really high. One day after her heartrate wasn't cooperating, they had to hook me up to an IV. I found out later that the only reason they did that was in case they had to rush me to the operating room for an emergency c-section!
After I had been on bed rest at the hospital for 23 days, I had a really bad ultrasound. They found the reverse blood flow through the entire cord. The doctor put me on continuous heartrate monitoring for the rest of the day and told me that I would be delivering the baby either that day or the next. My husband rushed to be with me and he stayed there the entire day. At about 5:00 pm, my doctor came in and said "Let's go have a baby." She said it would be better to do it that day and NOT have it be an emergency c-section, rather than wait until tomorrow and have it maybe turn into an emergency.
I was hysterical. I was only 27 weeks and 2 days at that point. I knew my baby was still incredibly small. I was scared for her life. I got wheeled over to the c-section rooms, and had to wait a few more hours. About 8:45 they took me to the operating room and gave me a spinal block. It was incredibly painful, and I was still unbelievably scared. When it started working, they laid me down and my husband was allowed to come in and sit by my head.
At 9:13 pm, my precious baby girl, Claire, was born. Apparently she even cried when she came out, but I didn't hear it. She was whisked immediately away. Then my husband went up to the NICU with her, while I went back to recover for 2 hours. My husband came down to be with me after a while, and told me that Claire was 1 lb 4 oz, and 11 3/4 inches long.
I was wheeled up to see her a couple hours later, but I was loopy from medicine and was flat on my back, so I couldn't really see her. The next day when I finally could sit up, I got to go up and see her for the first time. She was beautiful.
All the doctors and nurses have been amazed by her. She only had to be on the ventilator for 10 hours after birth, while most babies her age/size need to be on it for many weeks! Finally after 75 days in the NICU, Claire got to come home. She is gaining lots of weight and is doing excellent.
Although I never wanted her to be born so early and so small, she is amazing. She is my miracle baby.
Well, where to start this story from hell? Let's start a week and a half before he was born. I went to my ob's for my reg. check up on a Thursday. Everything looked good...no protein, bp was normal, gained 2 lbs, etc. At that time I just had a little stuffy nose. Told ob I thought it was a sinus infection, she suggested seeing my reg doc for antibiotics.
I didn't get around to seeing my family doc until that next Tuesday. She noted that my bp was a little bit high, said it was 140/80 and asked if that was normal. I was like "I have no clue, all ob tells me is my bp is normal". So she gives me antibiotics and I start them on that day. By Thursday, I am starting to swell and having trouble breathing when walking even short distances. I look in my pg book and those symptoms say I am a normal pg woman. So I prop my legs up and swelling goes down. On Friday I just have more swelling and more shortness of breath. On Friday night into Sat. I start getting the pain in my torso. This pain felt like it was in my back so I figured the boy was in my ribs or something. It would only go away if dh would rub my back. As soon as he would stop it would come back. On Sunday all my pain, swelling, shortness of breath went away. I was thinking this boy is driving me nuts already. So I did some laundry, cleaning, etc. Sunday night it all came back with a vengence, so I decided I would call my ob in the morning.
This is why I tell people if anything is going on in your pg that is out of the ordinary, don't wait, see your ob or go to er then and there! I called ob that morning and nurse said sounds like normal pg symptoms but come on in in the afternoon. I called my mom over to drive me to the apt because my legs and ankles were so swollen I could not drive. By this time my arms and face were swelling too. I get in to see ob...do the usual pee in cup and weigh on scale. I never look at the scale when weighed so at that point I didn't know how much I had gained in a week and a half. Then nurse took my bp and I waited in the room for my ob. While I was waiting I was sweating buckets and feeling like something was sitting on my chest making it really hard to breath and my torso was screaming in pain. My ob came in and was like what the heck is going on! I was like no clue just a little swelling and I can't breathe... Then I hear the bad news. She says, "Wendy your protein is too high, your bp is 180/120 and you gained 30 lbs in a week and a half. I would like to have you go to L and D just to watch that bp." Still I am thinking ok I go lay at L and D for a bit, my bp goes down and then I can go home...no biggie. Well I get to L and D at 3:45pm. They pump me with Mag. Solfite (sp) to lower my bp and it isn't working. My bp is slowly increasing and I am swelling even more cause now the are pumping me with iv fluids. Which they had 4 people poking me trying to find my veins but they couldn't find them for I was so swollen. By 6:30pm the nurses are telling me that Nicky needs to come out of me so I am going to have an emergency c/s. I was like um no Nicky is not ready, I want to see my ob first. While I was waiting I am getting preped for surgery. My mom is trying to get ahold of my dh who started his first day as a supervisor at work and the rest of the family. One nurse tried to put a cath. in me and it hurt like hell cause I was so swollen. Finally my ob comes in, by this time I am hysterical. She tells me that if we don't get him out within 24 hrs I would be on dialosis cause my kidneys are shutting down and within 48 hrs Nicky and I won't be alive. My body was rapidly attacking itself because of the pg. I had severe pre e and toxemia. She was surprised I hadn't started to go into seziures (sp) yet. I told her dh wasn't there yet and as I said that he came in.
She told him she wasn't sure how the anistheologist (sp) was gonna do the surgery yet so he might not be able to come in. If they gave me a spinal he could come in, if they knocked me out he couldn't. The ani. decided a spinal was best because of my high bp, if I was put to sleep something dire could happen. I got poked many many times trying to get the spinal in me. I was so swollen the ani. couldn't find the correct place. At times when he would poke me I got huge pains go down my legs. Finally it took and they got started at 8:00pm. I got the emergency c/s from belly button downward. That is the fastest way to get a baby out. At 8:09pm Nicky was born and by 8:15pm I was sewn up. When Nicky came out of me he yelled and screamed at the doctors and nurses. He hit them and was putting up quite a fuss. They had to help him a little with Oxygen at first, but after a few mins they noticed he was breathing fine on his own. But by the next day he needed to be antibated (sp) cause it was too hard for him to keep up with breathing.
I was rushed to a birthing room because there were no recovery rooms available for me at that time. So I had a huge cold room to rest in for that night. I found out later that dh had broken down crying 3 times that night. My whole family was there that night. All 30+ of them. They took up the whole waiting room. My recovery from that birth was terrible. My bp stayed high for a few days so I was getting meds for that. I was getting meds for my kidneys. I was getting pain meds for the c/s. I am surprised I can remember anything at all during that time, but everything is so crystal clear. Nicky was born that Monday and I didn't get to see him until Wed night/Thursday morning. Wed they took out my cath so I had to start walking to the bathroom. I was peeing every 1hr because of my swelling. It was like this... took me 10 mins to get to the bathroom in my room, peed for 5 mins, sat there in pain for 5 mins, gather myself and get back to bed for 10 mins, get comfy in bed and feel the urge to pee again.
I finally got to go home that Sat. Nicky had to stay in the NICU because being born at 26 wks 4 days and weighing 1 lb 7 oz, he wasn't ready just yet to come home with me. That broke my heart and even to this point it hasn't been fixed. I still deal with PTSD from that day. He didn't come home for another 5.5 months but that is another long story.
My little man has finally come home... which surprisingly has given me more time (since I'm not commuting to the hospital several times a day)... So here is his birth story.
December 8th: My parents came over to go to my regular OB apt. They wanted to hear little Tyler's heartbeat. We get there and do the blood pressure and weight and listen to Tyler's heartbeat. My dad then goes out to the waiting room (medical stuff creeps him out ~ when it comes to girly things). I've gained a bunch of weight (it was just thanksgiving and we had 3 meals). So my doc comes in and says something along the lines of lets redo some of these things (and weighs me again) then starts talking about Pre-eclampsia... I had started to spill protein in my urine... then checks my Bp again... It's like 158/95 or something. He then tells me to go directly to the hospital for more tests and that we may be delivering a baby in the next 24 hours (I'm 32 weeks at this point). So we (my parents and I) go to the hospital (which is basically across the parking lot). They immediately admit me and check my Bp every 15 minutes for the next 2 days, and give me two rounds of steroids. They also put in an IV to rehydrate me (apparently I was a little dehydrated) and do a urine collection (everytime I went I had to let a nurse know so they could collect it and then test it).
Dec 10: I'm finally released on full bedrest (not as fun as it sounds) at like 5pm. I go home and my mom comes the next day to take care of me while DH is at work. By 3pm my Bp is like 177/109 so back to the hospital I go. They take my Bp and its lower but they decide to keep me 24 hours and do another urine collection.
Dec 12: Sent home again. Now I've got my in-laws Bp cuff (since the one I was using was too small and was giving false high readings). Mom helps out again.
Dec 13: Spent the day with DH. Nothing remarkable during the day... but at bedtime I've got a headache (like the kind I get when I've been on the computer too long without my glasses)... take a couple tylenol and try to sleep. By 11pm it's worse so I call the on-call OB and she says to take a couple more tylenol and try to sleep. I do but by 2:30am it's like a hatchet in my head... call the on-call again and she says to come in.
Dec 14(my best friend's birthday): We get to the hospital at like 3:15 (my mom apparently sat straight up in bed at like 3:05 ~ weird). They take some blood and my liver is apparently starting to be affected so they schedule my c-section for 7:30 and start me on magnesium. Our little boy was born at 8:11am. He weighed 4 lbs 4 ounces and was 17 inches long. He had no other complications and came out screaming. His one minute apgar was 7 and his five minute was 9. He spent 6 minutes in an oxygen tent.
His stay in the NICU:
He had very little trouble and was wowing all the nurses. He pulled out his IV at like 3 days old (twice) so they discontinued it and just upped is feeding amounts (he was eating great). He made it all the way up to 27cc's/feeding before it became too much work and he started losing weight. So they put in an NG (nose) tube for feedings. He got rid of that about a week later. He was still Bradying (slowed heartrate) a lot (he was known as the king of the bradys) so they gave him a dose of caffiene) and that pretty much stopped them (he had 2 after that but they were short and didn't need intervention). He was finally released today (the first)!
He's now home and happy and I'm exhausted! (haha) so off I go to feed him again. Happy New Year!
Ok lets see...sunday i dropped my kids off with my ex husband, was really tired. Got home and made grilled cheese and tomatoe soup, sat down to eat when i thought i spilled my soup. I was 30 weeks along at this point, i stood up and a gush happened. I called my ob and headed to the hospital. I got a call on my way there saying they were going to fly me to a different hosp, farther away from home where there was a nicu. Got to the fist hosp and they waited for the transportation team to take me to the other hosp 2 hours away. I got there at mid night. They checked to see how much amniotic fluid i had and there was nothing left. Bed rest monday. Monday night at midnight started to vomit, at 1 am contractions started. They said they won't stop them. Im in the hosp by myself and scared to death......the worst labor ever.......he was born at 5 am. 3 pounds. I never got to see him til later that afternoon. Nicu took him away so fast, i don't remember too much. We were in the nicu for a month and a half when we could finally go home.....he is ding wonderful now