Hi Ladies
Well it has been a crazy, fun, scary, overwhelming and exciting 5 days. Having little Emerson in my life has brought love like i've never imagined.
Ok so be prepared for a long post...lots to update!
Saturday - Wake up at 530am, go garage sale hunting with my mom and uncle (a usual Saturday tradition lol) (side note - uncle is doing well!)
lots of people ask when i'm due and I joke and say a couple of days ago, and say he seems pretty comfy in there. LOL...
It was a super hot day and by noon I was done and ready to go home and rest. I was feeling tired and yucky.
Come home, have a little lunch and decide to lay down around 130pm. I woke up at 315pm with cramping as if I have to go to the bathroom. I ended up having a couple of bowel movements and still feel yucky. Decide to have a shower and notice that i'm still having some cramping. Sit with my parents and decide not to say anything so I don't freak them out. Secretly time the contractions on my phone and joke about what day they think the baby is coming. Haha... Contractions start to come about every 6 mins, and I decide to tell them we are going to the hospital. Their faces were priceless.
Fast forward to it's now after 6pm and we are leaving, arrive and check into the assessment room at 7pm. Contractions are coming much stronger and so damn painful (Dr said later it was bc of the fibroids). The nurse said the Dr. was busy in a C section and would be around in 45 mins - 1hour and said I could go walk around or lay in bed, whichever is more comfy for me. I opt to move around hoping it would help with the pain and distract me. Well, I made it to the bathroom beside my room and went from the toilet (passing large blood clots) and back to the sink where i would stand and hold on for dear life. I was so scared bc the pain was so intense and the blood clots kept coming. I told my mom she had to get the nurse bc I thought I was going to pass out.
It was now after 8pm and the nurse brings me back to bed, and I keep bleeding. From this point onwards until Emerson was born, I think I opened my eyes a total of 5 times, no joke. At this point I was begging for drugs, C section, anything. I thought I was going to die, and I was so worried for Emerson bc of the bleeding and how much pain I was in. The Dr. came in and she was also very concerned. She said the blood was worrying her bc of the fibroids and the intense contractions and me now being dilated at 7cm. (3cm when I arrived at 7) Dr. says she is going to get the person to prepare the epideral and prepare the birthing room. Nurse gets me into the wheelchair and wheels me to the room. One of the machines didn't work in the first room so they take me to the next room. It is now 8:45pm. Oh and I'm still wearing my dress, bra, etc at this point LOL. Once wheeled in the room, they ask me to take my dress and bra off and I literally take it off and throw them on the floor, naked and still have my eyes closed...haha I was so ready to get this baby out.
I get into bed and they check me and I'm now 10cm. The nurse was still putting the IV into my arm (they were thinking they were going to have to to a C section) and told me no time for drugs. My water still hadn't broken, so they were about to break my water when I screamed that I had to push. I felt the baby wanting to come out (wow, what a crazy feeling that is) and also felt weird relief the minute I felt that. It was now 9:07pm. My first push broke my water with a massive spray/gush. I had 3 giant pushes (with the last one being the pushing where you start/stop, etc...and in my mind i'm going WTF! I just want to push and not stop!), and at 9:17 he was born.
He went poop inside me so they had to bring the Pediatric Dr in right away to check him, and thankfully all was ok. He was being looked over for about 5 mins while I delivered the placenta. I had 3 nurses, 2 Drs (3 incl Ped. Dr), 2 medical residents. It was a wild ride, and I was definitely in shock for some time afterwards. It all happened so fast, and so strong that I didn't really have time to comprehend what was going on.
The Dr's couldn't believe how fast everything went and were thankful that surgery didn't have to happen (fibroids would have made it more complicated).
I can't believe I didn't tear... I guess he just wanted out and my body was ready.
That night I was on a euphoric high. I just couldn't stop staring at him. It was amazing! I felt great physically and emotionally.
The next day was nice with a couple of visitors and of course little sleep!
We were due to be released on Monday morning, but Sunday night/Monday morning they said his jaundice was too high, and he had dropped 9% of birthweight. He needed photo/UV treatment in the incubator from Monday night until Tuesday at 4pm. That absolutely broke my heart. They also said I needed to up my breast milk production or else suppliment with formula. I was hell bent on using only breast milk so I spent all night expressing into little cups and feeding that to him along with him on the breast. I was suppose to take him out of the incubator every 3 hours, but I couldn't deal with seeing him cry in there, so I made the decision every hour to feed, or every 2 if he was content. I spent all night expressing and crying. It was horrible. I was scared and felt so alone.
Tuesday at 5pm I got the good news that he could come out of the incubator and his levels were enough to not be concerned. They wanted to retest at 6am Wed. morning, so it was another night in the hospital for us.
His weight also jumped up and the nurses were impressed that he made such strong gains...I told them I was determined! I felt guilty thinking it was my fault he dropped so much bc I wasn't breastfeeding correctly. I know I was only doing my best, but guilt was bound to come in.
Wed. morning the test was good, and we were thankfully discharged at 9am. What a wonderful feeling to finally come home!
Since being home it has been nice adjusting to the comforts of my bed, shower, etc. My parents have been so helpful with letting me have a nap while they cuddle him. I'm so thankful to not be alone in this journey.
Well Emerson is crying to be fed, so I must go. Thanks for all of the well wishes....You ladies have been wonderful to share this journey with
I will post pics after feeding time!