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    What an eventful week it has been. I went to the high risk doctor on the 27th. They did an ultra sound and the doctor said that he really wanted to admit me to the hospital. I really did not wait to go but I agreed knowing that it was the best thing to do. I was on COMPLETE bed rest and could only get up to go potty and take one shower a day. My blood pressure started going back down but my protein was going up. It doubled in two days it went from 197 to 400, so the High risk doc said she waited to do an amino to see how Andrews lungs were so they could go ahead and induce. The amino was not to bad it did hurt some but it was a odd pain. Andrews amniotic fluid levels had dropped from 12 to 6 in tow days also the doctor found this out when she was tiring to find a good pocket of fluid to draw the amino. She said it was because my pressure was so high he was not getting enough nutrients from me. The amino came out great mature lungs are a 3 and his were a 3.75. So down to labor and delivery I went.

    They started by soften my cervix with some pill every 4 hours. That started at 5pm on the 29th. It was a long night in a VERY uncomfy labor bed, at 7:30am on the 30th they started the pitocin (sp). I was then 1 1/2 centimeter dilated. At 9:00am my doc broke my water and I was a 2. OHHHH that was the WORST pain I have ever been in. I was in tears with his hand all the way up my you know what. 10 minutes after my water was broke contractions started coming every 2 minutes and oh did they hurt I got my epi at 10:00 and was out for 2 hours I slept like a baby while I was contracting away. At 12:00 I was 4 centimeters, I cat napped around until I started feeling some pressure at 2:30pm not that it hurt just kinda some pressure and it kinda felt like I need to have a BM. So they checked me and I was at 10, she said PLEASE don’t push the baby is right there. SO they called my doc and he came in, they put my legs and all that great stuff up. I said I think he is coming out and my doc said to push, so I did then he YELLED STOP, next thing I know my baby is out and screaming his head off. He looked great his agar scores were 9 and 9. We got to hold him in the room for about 30 minutes then they wanted to take him up since was 5 weeks early. I was still feeling great I had to have one small stitch. OH he was born at 3:19 pm on the 30th
    That afternoon they had to take Andrew to the NICU, because he was breathing a little hard they gave him some Oxygen up his nose and he perked right up. He has been doing great ever since. He is latching on to my breast put he falls asleep so I have been pumping and giving milk in a bottle. He has not lost any weight. Tomorrow Jan 2nd he will most likely come home. Leaving him there was the hardest thing I have ever done. The hospital is 15 minutes from my house, but it is breaking my heart. I don't know how the girls do it that have to leave their babies for more a long time. Well know that I have wrote a book I am going to go pump my man some milk. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers girls, they have all worked.
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    What an eventful week it has been. I went to the high risk doctor on the 27th. They did an ultra sound and the doctor said that he really wanted to admit me to the hospital. I really did not wait to go but I agreed knowing that it was the best thing to do. I was on COMPLETE bed rest and could only get up to go potty and take one shower a day. My blood pressure started going back down but my protein was going up. It doubled in two days it went from 197 to 400, so the High risk doc said she waited to do an amino to see how Andrews lungs were so they could go ahead and induce. The amino was not to bad it did hurt some but it was a odd pain. Andrews amniotic fluid levels had dropped from 12 to 6 in tow days also the doctor found this out when she was tiring to find a good pocket of fluid to draw the amino. She said it was because my pressure was so high he was not getting enough nutrients from me. The amino came out great mature lungs are a 3 and his were a 3.75. So down to labor and delivery I went.

    They started by soften my cervix with some pill every 4 hours. That started at 5pm on the 29th. It was a long night in a VERY uncomfy labor bed, at 7:30am on the 30th they started the pitocin (sp). I was then 1 1/2 centimeter dilated. At 9:00am my doc broke my water and I was a 2. OHHHH that was the WORST pain I have ever been in. I was in tears with his hand all the way up my you know what. 10 minutes after my water was broke contractions started coming every 2 minutes and oh did they hurt I got my epi at 10:00 and was out for 2 hours I slept like a baby while I was contracting away. At 12:00 I was 4 centimeters, I cat napped around until I started feeling some pressure at 2:30pm not that it hurt just kinda some pressure and it kinda felt like I need to have a BM. So they checked me and I was at 10, she said PLEASE don’t push the baby is right there. SO they called my doc and he came in, they put my legs and all that great stuff up. I said I think he is coming out and my doc said to push, so I did then he YELLED STOP, next thing I know my baby is out and screaming his head off. He looked great his agar scores were 9 and 9. We got to hold him in the room for about 30 minutes then they wanted to take him up since was 5 weeks early. I was still feeling great I had to have one small stitch. OH he was born at 3:19 pm on the 30th
    That afternoon they had to take Andrew to the NICU, because he was breathing a little hard they gave him some Oxygen up his nose and he perked right up. He has been doing great ever since. He is latching on to my breast put he falls asleep so I have been pumping and giving milk in a bottle. He has not lost any weight. Tomorrow Jan 2nd he will most likely come home. Leaving him there was the hardest thing I have ever done. The hospital is 15 minutes from my house, but it is breaking my heart. I don't know how the girls do it that have to leave their babies for more a long time. Well know that I have wrote a book I am going to go pump my man some milk. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers girls, they have all worked.
    Tori

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    I went into labor on monday evening... Sometime before i went to bed i was having just a few contractions yet again like i had been the past couple nights.. Hubby came home around 3am and i was moaning although i didnt even realise it he woke me to ask me if i was ok which i said yes to.. However i started having more contractions and told him i thought i needed to go to the hospital. I was 36 weeks 2 days this was it, they couldn't stop me or so they said they wouldnt from having him they would just section me.. So off to my moms house to drop off the other 2 kids.. when i got to the hospital they immediatly realised i was contracting alot so they said they would put in a call to my dr(this was 4 am) about 430(which i found out later that my dr didn't authorise) they came in with a shot of trabutaline(trying to stop the contractions) i was like i thought they weren't gonna stop me and shes like well hon your still a bit early to have him and blah blah blah.. I then told her ok.. but its not gonna stop them from coming he wants the heck outta there.. i was right the terb only spaced them to about every 9 minutes or closer.. So here i was waiting for a c-section and LABORING which by the way is soo not fair considering.. I personally am the type that takes foreverrrrrr to dialate which is why my oldest son was an emergency c-section.. So i continued contracting.. THe surgion comes in later and says well there are reasons why i feel uncomfy about this delivery i dont want to deliver him and then regret it if his lungs aren't fully developed and he ends up needing oxygen and things like that.. I pleaded with him to please just deliver me because i couldn't handle this pain much more. He was like well we shall see if you dialate then we shall have to and then i told him how long i was in labor before i even got to 2 cms with spencer (all night of contractions from 3-5 minutes apart) and that he ended up stuck in there.. and he said well im just not sure.. i will consult with dr.schill(my ob) about the situation and see where wshe wants to go from there.. she came in about 3pm and basically stated what i was already feeling that she didn't feel this kid was waiting any longer because of the discomfort i was feeling and then i had a big contraction.. and she asked if anyone had checked me, to which i said not since i came in and i was closed 0 station and thick.. So she said well lets see whats happening see if your dialating.. She checked me and yep i was dialating.. 1 cm and 50% effaced, so she said welp dr perkinson isnt gonna have a choice hes coming whether he wants him to or not. So at 5 the OR was open and At 531pm on june 26th 2007 Austin arrived weighing in at 5 lbs 5 oz and 17 inches long.. When he was born he was completely breathing on his own needed no help really they suctioned out his stomach with a tube because an x-ray revealed that there was air in his tummy .. He was breathing faster than normal so they just watched him.. I got to my room around 7pm ish and hubby updated me.. Finally at 3:00am on the 27th they were able to bring me my precious lil peanut.. We came home today and so far things are pretty good.. Here are the pics of our littlest prince

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    Here's our birth story...

    The week before Logan was born, I went to my family doctor because the baby wasn't moving very much. The dr told me that as long as the baby moved 10 times a day, everything was fine. I'm really glad I didn't listen to him. I was 31 weeks and 3 days when Logan was born. The day he was born, I had coffee with my friend earlier in the day, and told her that the baby hadn't moved much that day. She's a nurse and told me to get to the hospital for a stress test, just to be sure. My mom took me to the hospital, they hooked me up, and said that things were ok, but they would moniter me for a while longer. Then I moved....Logan's heart rate went from 140 to 30 and stayed there for quite a while. The doctor on call told me to lie on my left side, and not to move at all, for any reason. He called another hospital (this was a small town hospital) and explained the situation, and was told to get me there ASAP. It was a 15 minute drive, and we made it in 8 minutes. The neonatal specialist and the prenatal sugeon met me at the emerg door, and hook me up to the moniters, had me move so they could see the heartrate fall, and called another hospital (the second hospital was in a little city, the third was our Capital City). The second hospital asked if they should air lift me to them, and the big hospital told them to take the baby, and air lift him to Edmonton. I could join him later. He didn't have time to stay in me that long.

    By this time, I was scared to death. No one knew what was happening, they thought the cord was around his neck super tight. So, at 9:30 pm when my husband arrived, we were that I was going for a c-section, and at 10:04 pm Logan was born. The doctors said that he wouldn't cry, he was only 31 weeks, and his lungs were to immature. But he cried....The doctors were amazed, and actually swore in the operating room. So, after the shock of him crying, the neonatal team took over Logan's care, and the doctors began to investigate. All of a sudden, the surgeon said "wtf", looked over the green sheet and said that it was a really good thing I had come in when I did, cuz Logan wouldn't have lived another 24 hours.

    Apparently, I have a unicornate uterus, and we didn't know until after the c-section. I have only half my uterus, as the other half didn't form. I also have only half the blood supply, meaning half the oxygen. So, at 31 weeks, Logan just ran out of room. They think his mind went into overdrive, and since he was so squished, thought that it was almost time, therefore developed faster. He was only 2lbs 12 ounces at birth, (was 2-6 the next day), and didn't need to be intibated. He was on oxygen for a couple of hours, but that was it. He knew how to suck, but only a suckie, no bottle or breast, so he was tube fed. He was transfered to Calgary, not Edmonton, the next day for a platelet transfusion. The hospital he was born in has a great special care nursery, so once his counts were good in Calgary, he got to come back to Red Deer (hospital #2...). He was in Calgary for 4 days, and that was it. Things could have been SO much worse, but we lucked out, majorly. He was in the SCN for 7 weeks, and was released a 4lbs, 9 ounces. He had hernia surgery at 6 weeks, but breezed through it.

    Did I confuse you all? Sorry, between 3 hospitals, well, 4 including Calgary, I confused myself reading this.... This is Logan at a year, I'll post some newborn pics soon.


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    heres the birth story: (its long sorry)

    My son Bailey woke at 3am and I gave him a bottle, got back to bed myself and next thing I was awoken with contractions, at 7am Bailey woke for the day and I got up with him, while changing him, I was getting more contractions and thought I had better start timing them, they were 5-8 minutes apart lasting 30-45sec. By 8am they were really painful so I tried to call out to Jamie but got no answer (he had a really bad headache and little had I know he had actually passed out/fainted!) 8.15am I decided to call my midwife who was concerned and thought she may need to call an ambulance (she was concerned as I had Bailey in 3 1/2 hours!) but she came and picked me up and took me to the hospital - Jamie who was unwell anyway had to stay at home with Bailey, got to the hospital at 9am where I was connected to the machines(sorry don't know what they are called but one was for Aidan's heartbeat and the other was to see if my uterus was actually contracting - which it was) they called the doctor who came and checked me and she got worried when I was 50% effaced (hadn't dilated though) she took swabs and bloods to send away to check for infection as that maybe causing my contractions. I was then given a shot of steroids (to help Aidan's lungs if he was born) and then they started on the tablets which are supposed to stop the labour.. I had 4 'quick acting' ones each 15 minutes apart, then 30 minutes I had a 'long acting' one, contraction slowed down, she then scanned me to see which way Aidan was presented (head down or up etc) He was bum first but she couldn't see his legs. about 30 minutes later the contractions started up again so they gave me another 'long acting tablet' to try to stop them again. at this stage they put a drip in my arm incase I needed any fluids/antibiotics etc she then said that I would probably end up having an c section due to them not knowing where his legs are, they gave me the gas/Entonox incase I felt like I needed it about 30 minutes later contractions were getting really bad and coming really fast, Doctor checks me again and I'm 5cm dilated!!! I asked for pain relief and she mentioned pethidine I said 'sure' (I was in pain due to being stuck to the bed because of the wires) She then said she would have to check with her supervisor as she doesn't want to give it if Ill be having him soon! well she went away and came back with an anesthesiologist to give me an epidural if I wanted (they didn't want to risk giving me the pethidine) I said YES! he started to talk to me about it and I keep having contractions, the doctor came in and he started to set the epidural set up but I keep having contractions, the doctor checked me again and I was FULLY DILATED! she started to panic! next thing I know I had... 2x hospital midwifes, my midwife, the doctor, the pediatrician and 6 nurses/doctors/midwifes from the neonatal unit in my room! she said 'let me know when you get the urge to push' I was like I really need to Poo! next thing my legs are up on stirrups and they are telling me to push! (at that stage I wasn't allowed the gas - I was in pain!) I started to push and everyone said I pushed really well - that was encouraging. All of a sudden I heard a thud on the floor! I automatically thought they had dropped Aidan! I SCREAMED! I looked up at the doctor and thought 'you dropped my baby you *****' they were all like don't worry keep pushing! I was crying as I was thinking why aren't they picking him up off the floor! next thing I heard... 'I can see a foot!' and then... the pediatrician hand was 'up there' holding onto Aidan so my uterus wouldn't crush him (I tell you what... man they hurt more then anything!) 2 more pushes and Aidan was born. The only thing I remember was Aidan looking at me, 2 minutes my placenta was delivered (or should I say PULLED OUT!) Aidan was immediately put on machines as he had 'apparently' let out a little cry (I didn't hear it!) they wheeled him around to the side of the bed when my hand was placed on his head... then he was taken away!

    I found out afterwards what that thud was... I had pushed so hard it was my waters! not only had they hit the floor with a 'bang' but the doctor was fully covered as was the pediatrician! hahahaha

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    Weighing in at 1135g or 2lb 8oz
    Length 34cm or 13.385 inches
    Apgar Scores: 1min: 7 5mins: 9

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    Abigail Grace Snelson – Birth Story

    After 2 rounds of going into labor and it being stopped, Thursday, Nov 9, 2007 at 12:00am contractions began and this time were accompanied by bloody show. Time to go to the hospital…again! So off we went. We got to the hospital and they quickly began another round of terbutaline but to no avail. The contractions kept coming every 2 -3 minutes. For a few hours they were tolerable. But soon they started coming harder and harder. My entire labor was back labor – which is almost worse than having all the contractions up front (so I’m told…and I believe it!!). At 1:00pm the doctor came to assess me and I was 4 cm 100% effaced. They kept trying everything they could think of to stop my labor from more terbutaline to procardia to narcotics but nothing worked! She was just ready to come!!! Funny insert here: when I was on the narcotics, they dulled the pain just enough so I could nap in between contractions. Apparently when I was “out of it” I began asking to use the bathroom IN FRENCH! I haven’t used my French in about 2 years! Robert also go a kick out of me seeing my IV and pointing very enthusiastically saying “BUBBLES!!!” Finally around 12:30am (Saturday morning) my doctor decided this was going to happen no matter what he did so he ordered the epidural. Thank God!!! My contractions at this point had been VERY hard for 12 hours straight and I was exhausted and completely worn out. Epidural meant relief!!! Once I got the epidural I had progressed to 6 cm 100%, 0 station. I met the anesthesiologist (my new best friend!) and he hooked me up! I screamed at the local anesthetic – he didn’t tell me it would burn (BURN!) and it scared me! But once it was in, the epidural took about 2 minutes to take effect and all my pain was gone. 10 minutes later my doctor came to check me and said “it’s time to push!” so I got into position. Robert held my right leg, my nurse held my left leg, Erin and Mom stood right behind the doctor watching the whole thing from a front row seat! So here I go! I started pushing and couldn’t feel a thing…just pressure. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but apparently I was because my I kept hearing “I see her head!” I pushed for a total of 6 minutes and out she came!!! From the way I was sitting/laying in the bed I could see the entire thing.

    She immediately turned pink (THANK GOD!) and cried just a bit. The doctor suctioned her out and quickly passed her off to the NICU team (3 nurses) who took over Abigail’s care. I finished up with the delivery of the placenta and such. But honestly I had no idea at that point what was going on “down there” – I kept my eyes on my baby girl! She seemed so far away from me, but the way the nurse was standing, I could see everything they were doing. She started out breathing on her own but they decided to put a breathing tube in just to help her out a bit. The first try didn’t go so well: Abigail didn’t like it and she coughed it out! (a very good sign!) The second time worked. They put her in an incubator and wheeled her over to me so I could touch her and spend a quick minute with her (through glass) before she went to the NICU. I wasn’t going to see her again for another 5 ½ hours…

    I still didn’t know any of her stats: weight, length or anything. That came later.

    My first visit with Abigail

    If anyone ever tells you that your epidural will wear off in an hour, do not believe them! It took 5 hours for me to feel my legs again! Then again, she was born 20 minutes after getting it. But I couldn’t get up until I could walk and having no feeling in my legs doesn’t make walking very easy! So as soon as I felt strong enough, they moved me to a mother/baby room – but on my way I was allowed to stop in and see my daughter. When I got there, she was hooked up to the breathing tubes and had an IV in her right hand. She also had what looked to me like a gazillion wires coming from every part of her body measuring everything imaginable: heartrate, breaths per minute for both what the machine was doing and what she was doing on her own, body temperature, etc. She looked so small!!! But she was here and the nurse assured me that she was doing quite well. I was told that she weighed in at 3 lbs 10.5 oz and was 15.5 inches long. Apparently that’s quite big for a 31 weeker! (that’s my girl!) I spent about 20 minutes with her then had to head back to my room. It was 6:30 am at this point and I was exhausted! We were told that we would be able to go back in at 8:00am to see her during her “hands on” time. “Hands on” is when Mommy and Daddy (and 4 other previously approved people) can go in and change her diaper, check her temperature, hold her, feed her, and do whatever she can tolerate at the time. The first time we had our “hands on” we were only allowed to touch her. We took about 50 bagillion pictures of her!! She was doing very well – the nurses were very pleased!

    The second time we went (12 noon) she was doing so well that we were allowed to hold her for about 15 minutes each. I cannot describe how it felt to hold my daughter for the first time! She was so tiny and beautiful and perfect!!! I kept looking at her thinking “this is MY daughter! WOW!” Robert also held her and to see him with her made me melt! It was even more amazing then the feeling I had of me holding her! Seeing my husband hold my daughter just did something to me that I have no words to describe.

    We got a call from the NICU at 2:00pm telling us that Abigail was doing so well they were taking her off the breathing machines. She was able to breathe completely on her own!!! The only thing she had was a nasal canola to keep her oxygen level up – but she was doing all the work herself! We went in again at 3:00 but weren’t allowed to hold her. She got a little stressed by us holding her at noon and I didn’t want to push it. I kept telling her how much I love her and how beautiful she is!!!

    On Sunday I went in at 8:00am with Auntie Erin who got to change her diaper! At this point she had had 4 VERY full diapers! Her kidneys seem to be working just fine! At noon JoJo (grandma) got to hold her for the first time and everyone cried! She was completely free of any help and the only machines she was hooked up to were for nourishment! AMAZING!!! I held her again for just a few minutes then put her back. Thankfully, this round of holding her did not stress her out in the slightest!

    At 3:00pm we went back for our last visit of the day since I was being discharged from the hospital. Just before we were on our way down, we got a call from the NICU telling me that she was doing so well and was so stable that she was being moved down from the NICU to the Intermediate Nursery!!! Robert and I went to see her and tell her bye and that we would be back tomorrow.

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    Here is Raygen's birthstory

    I went to the dr for a normal check-up and he did a sonogram and knew something was wrong. My body was not giving the baby the nutrients she needed to survive. I was 34 weeks pg. Sent me to L&D and told me he was doing the c-section first thing in the morning. Well at 6am he was there and ready. He done the c-section and she was 3lbs exact and 18 inches long. Tiny little thing. She went straight to the NICU. I didnt even get to hold her. They let my husband carry her to the NICU. No family got to see her anything. They took her straight there. My dr told me that if she would have been in there another 24 hours she wouldnt have survived. I was so thankful for that dr appt. She spent 15 days in the NICU the whole 9 yards I am sure you all have seen it, she had 2 IV's one in her arm and one in her head. And the G-tube (feeding tube). When she was 3 days old I finally got to hold her. I think its mainly cause I was crying so hard at her bedside. (hormones gota love em) When she was 5 days old she got moved to the incubator and was able to bottle feed 2 times a day. And I was allowed to hold her for 2 hours once in the morning and once in the evening with those bottle feeds. The rest of her feeds were in the g-tube. I was there every time. Me and my husband would argue who got to hold her at night, cause I got her in the morning when he wasnt there. I cried every time I left the hospital. My other daughter was 4 at the time and just didnt understand everything she wasnt allowed in the NICU. But at 12 days old she was doing all of her feeding thru a bottle and they took her out of the incubator and into a reg baby bed. And on the 15th day they called me while I was on my way there and told me I could take her home. When I took her home she was 4lbs exact. She did have jaundice and a few apnea spells in the begining. Now she is 2.5 years old and you would never know she was early.

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    I’m sorry this took so long, but here is McKenna’s birth story.

    I was talking on the phone to my Mom around 7:50 PM on January 22. I felt a little crampy feeling but thought it was gas related since I had that often. I was on the way to my bedroom and felt a small gush of fluid – I couldn’t tell if it was blood or just discharge, but told my Mom I thought I might be bleeding again. Just as I was saying it I felt another larger gush - it was definitely blood.

    I hung up the phone and went to the bathroom. I was bleeding profusely – it was like nonstop peeing into the toilet and it wouldn’t stop. At one point I was trying to wipe and felt something big coming out, for a moment I thought it might have been the baby – instead it was a lemon sized blood clot. Meanwhile, I am calling my DH who is out of town trying to make his way home – there were tons of traffic delays that day and he was still about 50 minutes away.

    It was odd because his phone had died out that day and he called from someone else’s to make sure I could get a hold of him if I needed. It had been a good day - I hardly called him at all, which he thought was odd. The day before I told him I was feeling weird – like I felt like I was going to bleed again, but passed it off as general worry. I guess we both just knew something was going to happen.

    Anyway, I managed to call my doc’s office to let them know what was going on and that I would be coming in, and called my friend Traci to take me to the hospital. I was a hysterical mess – I knew this was way too much blood and wasn’t sure if we could make it to my hospital which was 30 minutes away. I could barely get off the toilet to make it to my hospital bag for my pads…I wrapped a towel between my legs and ran to get them. It didn’t matter; as soon as I put it on, I was soaking right through it. In the meantime I talked back and forth with DH, managed to whip out the Doppler to make sure the baby’s heart was still beating and awaited my ride.

    The doctor never called me back. We decided I had to go to the nearest hospital. I took two towels, my medical record, and my purse. Traci arrived and we started towards the hospital. I called my doc’s office again since they never called back, apparently they paged the wrong doctor, he wasn’t on call; I explained it was an emergency and they paged the correct doctor (this is quite upsetting looking back on it). He called right back and I told him I was going to a different hospital since it was so bad this time - he told me they’d take good care of me there (but he wouldn’t come to that hospital – which is not what they had told me previously). We called the hospital to let them know what was happening and that we were on our way.

    We got there and I had to walk through the ER down a long hall to an elevator. Someone finally arrived with a wheelchair to take me to L&D. As I was walking I was crying so hard and I knew I was bleeding through my pants which was scary and embarrassing, mostly scary though, I just wanted to know that the baby was ok; I felt 4-5 large clots pass and just kept sobbing. They took me to my room, stripped my pants off and hooked me up to the heartbeat monitor. The baby was doing fine and I could finally calm down a bit. The nurses were checking me and Chris arrived in the meantime. He had managed to beat the doctor and make a 50 minute trip in about 15-20 minutes – I told him I didn’t want to know how fast he was going – especially considering it was lightly snowing. He said later he thought for sure he’d be arriving with a police escort.

    The doctor on call arrived and he was very nice. The bleeding had finally stopped once I was lying down in the bed. He checked me and said that even though the bleeding had stopped, the rule of thumb was 3 bleeds = a c-section. This was my third bleed and he felt that the next one could be devastating. Chris said, “so within the next half hour?” He said, “within the next few minutes”. They handed Chris some scrubs and got us prepped for the surgery. I couldn’t believe our baby was going to be born that night, but in all honesty, I was relieved to know that she would finally be coming out of me away from the danger that the placenta previa was causing.

    They prepped me by shaving me, starting an IV, putting on the lovely hair cap, and putting in a catheter – which by the way was a piece of cake! Nothing like the last time, I didn’t feel a thing this time. At first they were going to give me general anesthesia since they didn’t want to wait for the epidural to take effect. I was so scared not having any time to prepare for the fact that we were having this baby NOW, and the thought of sleeping through the scariness was comforting – to just wake up and hear that all was well sounded good to me. Then they found out I had eaten a few hours before (it was dinner time and obviously I didn’t KNOW I was going to be having a c-section at that point), and said they were going to do a spinal block instead. I questioned it due to the time issue they had mentioned and they said it was fine. Afterwards I can honestly say that I was very glad that I was awake for the birth of McKenna, instead of being asleep – despite how icky I felt throughout the procedure.

    The spinal was very uncomfortable and DH was not yet in the OR with me; they don’t insert a catheter, it’s more of a one time dose of meds to keep you numb for a few hours in all the right places, but they have to find the right place to inject first. The assistant told me to curl up like an angry cat and lie still…the thought of a needle poking my back was the scariest part, and it did prick, sting and hurt the few times they were trying to find the spot, along with some very uncomfy pressure.

    Finally, it took and everything was sort of numb, but tingly. When they say you can feel the pressure, they aren’t lying! It was such a weird sensation to feel them moving and pulling on things, but not having any pain. Chris came in and they started…I remember feeling pretty icky, I got nauseous and the assistant to the anesthesiologist gave me some meds for it. Then I got all shaky and he asked if I wanted something to relax and I kept declining. I’m not one to decline meds, but I guess I was just so disoriented I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say yes or what the heck was going on. I just felt so weird all over – yet I knew what was going on even though my mind felt foggy at the same time. Chris was apparently behind my head telling them to give it to me, but they couldn’t until I requested it. But I kept feeling shaky and sick and finally I said ok after Chris urged me to.

    I remember them saying that they saw the placenta – not normally what they see first…and then said that the head and shoulders were out. We heard a small cry that sounded like a cat…I asked Chris what time it was and he said it would be 9:31 in just a few seconds, so our baby girl was born at 9:30 PM. The assistant asked “what flavor” the baby was and they said it was a girl. The next thing we know we hear another kitty cry behind our heads – they were working on McKenna – putting the i.d. bracelet on her and us, checking her, and helping her breathe. They asked Chris if he wanted to cut the cord and he said…”ahhh, no thank you!” It was cute. But he asked if he could see her and they said yes - he went over and saw McKenna and watched them do their thing – and of course did his job of making sure that she was properly identified as our baby (I had been telling him for quite some time that that was his responsibility during delivery!). Then, they whisked her away to the NICU – they did not even show her to me at that time.

    Chris sat with me for a few more minutes. This is when I heard the doctor mention that my placenta was deeply implanted in my uterus (placenta accreta), which he had warned us about ahead of time. With this, if they can’t get all of the placenta out, they might not be able to stop the bleeding causing them to have to do a hysterectomy. All I could think was that I was going to lose my uterus and this would be our only baby and I wasn’t even sure if she was ok. My head was spinning and I just couldn’t wait for that part to be over – to be closed up and hear more news of McKenna.

    It seemed to be taking forever and he said he was just taking extra time to make sure he got it all out. Fortunately, he was able to remove it all with no complications. Chris told me later that before they closed me up, they were triple counting bloody gauze pads and packages…he thought it was odd until he realized they were making sure they didn’t leave anything inside of me! Just an interesting tidbit looking back on things.

    Chris then left to go to the NICU as they finished me up. I went to recovery where I had to wait until I could move my toes to see her and move me to my permanent room. So, it was a few hours until I saw her, but because of it, I was VERY motivated to get my legs moving so that I could see her. Traci was there with me and Chris kept coming in to update us on McKenna – he even took a cell phone picture so that I could see her. She needed help breathing but was doing pretty good.

    I finally got to see her and she was just beautiful, so small and so many wires, but beautiful. I recovered pretty quickly from the c-section, I was up and about the next day and just anxious to get well so that I could spend more time with McKenna. I also started pumping my milk the next day so that she could have it as soon as she was ready. She ended up staying in the NICU for 12 days which were very trying. She progressed well, but it was very hard seeing her like that…but that is a whole other story.

    Anyway, McKenna Grace was born at 34w3d on January 22, 2007 at 9:30 PM weighing 4lbs 11 oz and 17 ¾” long. She was discharged at 4 lbs 13 oz last Saturday and weighed 5lbs 1 oz at her first pediatrician appointment this past Friday. She sleeps a lot and so far doesn’t cry too much (I’m sure that will change soon!). Of course, we lucked out that she was already on a pretty nice schedule from the NICU, so we feed her every 3-4 hours, change her, and put her back to sleep.

    Just in the past few days she has become more alert and having more waking time. I am still pumping and trying to gradually introduce her to the breast. I got a bad cold right before she came home and didn’t have the energy to work with her on the BFing. I was also paranoid she’d get sick, so I tried to have Chris take care of her as much as possible, he was a very good Mommy over those few days! He also did all the cooking and cleaning and taking care of me. What a sweetie. Anyway, it is very time consuming to pump and feed her on two different schedules and try to squeeze in some rest, but worth it to me for the time being, hopefully it will get easier. Chris has been home the entire 3 weeks, but goes back to work tomorrow. I am nervous but know we will be fine. My Mom is also coming down a few days this week to help out.

    We are so in love with our little princess. I am still amazed that she is here and surprised when I think of how she came into this world, but I know that it was meant to happen the way it did and I’m just so thankful to have our healthy baby girl that we wanted and tried for for so long. I can’t believe she will be 3 weeks old tomorrow! If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

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    OK it's taken me 6 months but here it is- I have to start with the whole pregnancy though.

    This pregnancy was a big surprise -however we were happy to find out that I was pregnant b/c hubby and I had decided to not extend out family –we were very glad that God decided otherwise. Anyways, I am a Kindergarten teacher and never got to sit for more than 40 mins a day at work so I was always exhausted. I am more tired this time than I was the past two pregnancies. 16 weeks rolls around and I found out that my Alpha Fetal Protein was high indicating a neural tube defect. So 5 long days later I had an u/s. The baby looked great -found out she was a girl and also found out that there were some issues with my placenta and that I had placenta previa at that point. 3 weeks later had another u/s, placenta still looked weird and the veins and arteries going into the placenta weren't working "normally". My placenta had moved up so this was good - the Dr. said he wasn't going to put me at risk for preterm labour "yet" (I was 20 weeks). He did want to see me ever 4 weeks for u/s. So at 24 weeks another u/s, then 28 weeks another -still issues with the placenta -it looked like a pocket off to the side and the veins and arteries were monitored closely. By this time I was having braxton hicks contractions at work every 1/2 hour and by the end of the day I could hardly move- my midwife strongly urged me to take a leave at work - I did this at 30.5 weeks - I needed to give them notice to find a replacement and I had to do assessing for final reports.

    2 weeks later on June 2nd my water broke just as I sat up in the morning (8:30am). I was 32 weeks 4 day. I called my midwife and she wasn't sure that's what happened so she told me she'd call back in an hour and see what was going on. After an hour she told me to come to the hospital and bring a bag of things as if my water had broke then I would be staying there. I arrive at the hospital around 12:30 and yep my water had broke. The Dr. comes in takes a quick peek with the u/s and admits me. They come and give me an IV and the steroid shot -that burned. Then they move me into a hospital room with another mom who was in at 32 weeks for IUGR. She got wheeled out as her baby's HB kept decelling. So I sat around, watched the Ottawa Sens and Devils playoff hockey game (Ottawa won that game- yeah) and went to sleep. (The nurses joked that they weren’t going to let me watch the game as the excitement might put me in labour – I promised to be good!) Around 2:30 am (June 3) I started to have stronger contractions then my braxton hicks ones that I had been having. They were strong enough to wake me up so I called the nurse. They sent me to L& D. The contractions are about 20-30mins apart and not too strong and baby was doing ok so they just left me be. At about 5am the Dr. came in and suggested that they give me the Nitrous glycerin patch to help slow things down so I could have the next steroid shot at 1pm. This worked pretty good but really dropped my blood pressure so I had a really bad headache and was getting so sore from being in bed for over 24 hrs now - they would NOT let me get out of bed except to pee. So they keep me in L&D in order to give me another Nitrous patch 12 hours later (6pm) and to monitor the baby.

    The nurses moved me back to my room the next day (June 4) after removing the Nitrous patch and making sure that Labour didn’t start again. This was around 3pm. By 7 pm I was in Labour again. Shaylen's heart rate then started to decel during contractions and at one point went to 65 bpm. They called the Dr. -and informed me that if her heartrate decelled again I would have to have a c-section. Shaylen's a fighter though and we did ok. By morning the Dr. let me walk around (finally) and my contractions got stronger. I did this until 12:30pm, when after them being about 5 mins apart for an hour they just let up and spaced out. The Dr. decided to give me some oxytocin to get things going again. After about 10 mins with it I was in full active labour and Delivered Shaylen at 1:30pm on June 5th, 2007. She came out crying which is all I asked for. They took her to the heating lamp and checked her out - she got 9 on the Apgar, weighed 4lbs 2oz and measured 17' long. She was doing great. They let me hold her for 5 mins then Hubby and her headed to the NICU. They looked after me -I started pumping and then I got to go see her. So all in all it wasn't awful and I am not really that upset by it as they did all they could do for us. The nurses were great as was my midwives and Dr.’s. I had 9 people in the delivery room with me though and the one thing that bothered me about the experience was that they kept trying to talk my into taking some drugs -which I refused as I wanted to give Shaylen every fighting chance she had. My placenta was sent for tests- part of it had died and the veins and arteries, which attach to it, had moved and replanted itself elsewhere to nourish the baby. The placenta was also infected - They don't know why this happened still and the Dr. said that Shaylen was very lucky to have made it that far.

    Her NICU stay was I guess as good as it can get -with all things considered. She was there for 21 days and was fully nursing by the time she came home. I went everyday for the 9:30, 12:30 and 3:30 feedings (where I feed her, changed her, bathed her and did kangaroo care) Some days I went back for the 6:30 and 9:30 night feedings too. My hospital was an hour away though so that made things more difficult but we made it through it.

    This was by far the hardest thing I have had to deal with in my life but I guess if we couldn't handle it God wouldn't have blessed us with our little miracle!
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    Dietrich James
    Birth date: 12-03-2007

    Time: 7:06 pm
    5 lb 10 oz (doctor said he's impressed with his size!)
    19 ¾ inches long
    33 weeks 5 days

    Saturday, December 1st:
    I woke up at 8:55am. Went to the bathroom…finished…went to stand up and felt something like a bubble burst inside. Then I started leaking a LOT of clear fluid. I looked at the clock…9 am. I yelled for DH and told him my water just broke. He got the deer in the headlight look…it was cute. Then he frantically ran around trying to get a hold of the doctor. Hospital said to call doc…doc’s office was closed and machine referred us to the hospital. We gave up calling and I just took a shower, we packed my bag and went into Labor & Delivery. They checked me and sure enough…water broke!

    I was having a few contractions, but nothing really bad or close together so they admitted me and said we’ll just wait it out. They didn’t want to stop it since my water broke, but they didn’t want to induce either since we were only at 33 weeks 3 days. They said to stay in my hospital bed on strict bed rest and we’ll see what happens.

    Sunday, December 2nd:
    Bored as h*ll!! I was having contractions every 20-30 minutes…nothing bad. More like bad cramps.

    Doctor came in and said that if I didn’t go into natural labor by Wednesday, they were going to induce me. Then they started the IV to give me antibiotics since we knew Dietrich was going to be born this week. What an ordeal that was!! They stuck me 4 times in my right arm…couldn’t get it to work. Then went to my left arm and got it to work, but by early Monday morning, I was in so much pain from the IV location, they had to move it again! Remember how I said I hated IVs?? Yeah, that’s why! My arms are so bruised…it’s gross.

    Monday, December 3rd:
    Having stronger contractions, but they couldn’t pick any up on the monitor. I was beginning to think it was all in my head! DH went home for a while to take care of some things and then was going to come back at 3:30 so we could take a tour of the NICU since we hadn’t seen that yet. I started having really bad cramping at 2:00pm. The nurse gave me some pain killers and hooked me up to the monitor. Nothing, again!! DH came back right on-time and I told him that the pains were coming every 5 minutes and getting very painful. We buzzed the nurse and I told her that I wasn’t kidding…I really thought I was in labor. She said there’s nothing on the monitor. I told her that the pains weren’t where the monitor was. They were lower. My stomach wasn’t tightening as they said it should, but my lower stomach sure was. She moved the monitor lower and sure enough…lo and behold!!...CONTRACTIONS!! I was actually relieved! I thought I was going crazy.

    Anyway, the doctor came in to check me around 5pm and said I was already 6 cm dilated!! They moved me to L&D. They gave me a pain shot (can’t remember the name). It worked, but not for long. By 6:30pm I was at 9 ½ cm. The nurse asked me if I wanted another shot, I said yes. She had just put the needle into the IV (which I forgot to mention, had to be moved again and the vein blew so they moved it one more time in the middle of all of this!!) and the urge came to push at 6:55pm and Dietrich James was born at 7:06pm. It was quick…not painless…but quick!

    He has all 10 fingers and all 10 toes and NO CLEFT LIP OR PALATE!! We were worried about that. Being so early, his lungs aren’t completely mature yet and he’s working hard to breathe, but he’s breathing on his own. He is using a CPAP machine, but he’s doing the work. It’s still possible that he may have to use a ventilator, but we’re hoping not. They think he might even be able to come home before Christmas!! What a great way to celebrate the holidays!!

    I’m doing just fine. Sore, but healing well. Only needed 4 stitches on the inside so they don’t even bother me. I was truly lucky and blessed to have everything go as well as it did. DH was a dream…he was by my side the whole time and I KNOW he’s going to be an awesome dad.



    That’s about it! Sorry so long…but it was a long weekend!

    **Update** I wrote this right after DJ was born. He's now breathing just fine and we're just working on feeding now.
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