shelbelle33
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My son will be a year Wednesday and I think I am finally ready to recount his birth story. Sorry it is so long.
On Monday, April 8th I went to work as usual and was just thinking about how lucky I was to be having a pregnancy without any issues. The worst of my problems were my swollen ankles. I was 31 weeks along. That night my husband and I went to bed around 11pm, but I had a hard time sleeping because all of a sudden out of nowhere I started cramping. I went to use the bathroom and that was when I had noticed I had started bleeding. I know a bit of brownish blood isn't anything to worry about, but this was bright red and (sorry to be graphic) dripping. I called my doctor's office, the Dr. on call said to get to the hospital immediately and they would meet me there.
At this point, I still had no idea what was wrong. I joked with my husband, about my son being born that night, but knew whatever was going on was very serious and hope everything would be okay.
We got to the hospital, which was about 12 miles away exactly at midnight and I was taken to a room right away. The nurses started running tests, and checking my son's heartbeat. I was still cramping and they made the decision that he was going to be born that night. I don't remember saying very much, probably because of the shock I was in. The anesthesiologist said that they could try to give me an epidural, but mentioned that since it was an emergency c-section she couldn't spend much time trying to get the needle in, and if it didn't work the first few tries she would have to give me general anesthesia. I have scoliosis and the anesthesiologist had a hard time finding the right place to insert the needle and I did end up having to get knocked out and ended up under general. My poor husband was watching all this through the little window of the OR doors. He said that they put tape over my eyes and mouth, no wonder he was so freaked out. I remember the oxygen going over my face, but that's about it. I don't remember them cutting me open or taking him to the NICU, but I do remember being in the recovery room, well kind of remember. I couldn't get words out, and my husband only understood about every three words I said, but I guess that is to be expected when you've had a tube shoved down your throat.
I was put into a regular room about 4 hours later on the labor and maternity floor. I was totally out of it that first day, my mom and in laws had rushed into town when my husband called them after our son was born. By Tuesday morning all my family members had seen him, he spent about 6 hours on a ventilator, but after that the doctors didnt think he needed it and was fine breathing on his own. I didnt get to see my son for the first time until Wednesday mid day. My husband wheeled me down to the NICU and I cried the first time I saw him. He was so small, and was hooked up to so many tubes and wires. I was able to touch him, but couldn't hold him, which was heartbreaking. I saw all of these happy families who had their babies with them in their rooms, getting to bond and be a happy little family and it was just painful for me not to be there too. I started pumping on Wednesday and hardly got any milk whatsoever. By Saturday, I was sent home and doing really well and recovering nicely. My son was still in the NICU and it just about killed me to have to leave without him. We went to visit him everyday in the NICU and getting to hold him for the first time 5 days later was amazing. He did exactly what he was suppose to do while in the NICU, grow and feed, there were never any major issues that came up and the nurses said that he was feisty and would be just fine. He was in the NICU a total of six and half weeks. The nurses were absolutely amazing and took such good care of him. He was six and a half pounds when we took him home and he has done nothing but grow and blossom into this amazing little boy. He is funny, loving, and very opinionated. We couldn't ask for a better kid.
At my 6 week check up my OB told me that they had sent my placenta to pathology and found I had a placental abruption. My OB told me this usually happens to pregnant woman that do drugs or have a direct hit to the stomach. For me, it was just a total fluke, and just bad luck I guess.
Here are some pictures: The day we brought him home from the hospital and this past week.
On Monday, April 8th I went to work as usual and was just thinking about how lucky I was to be having a pregnancy without any issues. The worst of my problems were my swollen ankles. I was 31 weeks along. That night my husband and I went to bed around 11pm, but I had a hard time sleeping because all of a sudden out of nowhere I started cramping. I went to use the bathroom and that was when I had noticed I had started bleeding. I know a bit of brownish blood isn't anything to worry about, but this was bright red and (sorry to be graphic) dripping. I called my doctor's office, the Dr. on call said to get to the hospital immediately and they would meet me there.
At this point, I still had no idea what was wrong. I joked with my husband, about my son being born that night, but knew whatever was going on was very serious and hope everything would be okay.
We got to the hospital, which was about 12 miles away exactly at midnight and I was taken to a room right away. The nurses started running tests, and checking my son's heartbeat. I was still cramping and they made the decision that he was going to be born that night. I don't remember saying very much, probably because of the shock I was in. The anesthesiologist said that they could try to give me an epidural, but mentioned that since it was an emergency c-section she couldn't spend much time trying to get the needle in, and if it didn't work the first few tries she would have to give me general anesthesia. I have scoliosis and the anesthesiologist had a hard time finding the right place to insert the needle and I did end up having to get knocked out and ended up under general. My poor husband was watching all this through the little window of the OR doors. He said that they put tape over my eyes and mouth, no wonder he was so freaked out. I remember the oxygen going over my face, but that's about it. I don't remember them cutting me open or taking him to the NICU, but I do remember being in the recovery room, well kind of remember. I couldn't get words out, and my husband only understood about every three words I said, but I guess that is to be expected when you've had a tube shoved down your throat.
I was put into a regular room about 4 hours later on the labor and maternity floor. I was totally out of it that first day, my mom and in laws had rushed into town when my husband called them after our son was born. By Tuesday morning all my family members had seen him, he spent about 6 hours on a ventilator, but after that the doctors didnt think he needed it and was fine breathing on his own. I didnt get to see my son for the first time until Wednesday mid day. My husband wheeled me down to the NICU and I cried the first time I saw him. He was so small, and was hooked up to so many tubes and wires. I was able to touch him, but couldn't hold him, which was heartbreaking. I saw all of these happy families who had their babies with them in their rooms, getting to bond and be a happy little family and it was just painful for me not to be there too. I started pumping on Wednesday and hardly got any milk whatsoever. By Saturday, I was sent home and doing really well and recovering nicely. My son was still in the NICU and it just about killed me to have to leave without him. We went to visit him everyday in the NICU and getting to hold him for the first time 5 days later was amazing. He did exactly what he was suppose to do while in the NICU, grow and feed, there were never any major issues that came up and the nurses said that he was feisty and would be just fine. He was in the NICU a total of six and half weeks. The nurses were absolutely amazing and took such good care of him. He was six and a half pounds when we took him home and he has done nothing but grow and blossom into this amazing little boy. He is funny, loving, and very opinionated. We couldn't ask for a better kid.
At my 6 week check up my OB told me that they had sent my placenta to pathology and found I had a placental abruption. My OB told me this usually happens to pregnant woman that do drugs or have a direct hit to the stomach. For me, it was just a total fluke, and just bad luck I guess.
Here are some pictures: The day we brought him home from the hospital and this past week.
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