Ok so this time it will be less of a story, but it is different.
It all started at around 32 weeks, I went in for my check up in the Health Centre. We were living in Ft Simpson, NT (if you want to take a gander on a map). She did all the normal stuff and she put her hand on my belly and I guess it was very very hard and she asked me if I was noticing these, and I said well yes and no. She kept me a bit longer and I had another a couple minutes later. Well that freaked my nurse right out. So she was watching me even more and they just kept on coming.
From there she called my husband, and a medivac (airplane) for me to go to Yellowknife, NT. They can not handle a premie of any age there, so I had to be transported to the hospital. I was scared but not, I don't remember the plane ride as they gave me Ativan and fell right to sleep.
I then was monitored in Yellowknife and was given drugs to try and stop the contractions that I was still getting every 5-2 min apart. They even drugged me so I was sleepy and relaxed and nothing was working. I didn't sty in Yellowknife hospital very long as they were under equipped for a baby that young. So with in a 5 hours they again medivac'd me off to Edmonton, AB, to where they have the competing NICU with Regina SK for western Canada. Things started getting really real for me at this point as I have never been away from my 1st born this long at all, and now they were telling me that I would have to been away even longer. I was made to feel that they were taking care of me and baby so I was more worried about Carter and who would look after him and such and could hubby actually be capable of such? Could Carter actually be ok without me there.
Again don't remember much about the plane ride. Though once I got into the hospital I got this nasty nurse. She couldn't seem to get in my IV which was strange as I have really good veins. She kept poking me in my wrist, and I basically told her to eff off because she was just being mean. So my start to this hospital was not good, and didn't get much better unfortunately.
With my contractions continuing to be regular they told me I would have to stay there for at least a week or maybe even longer. Oh the best part I would have to be on bed rest the whole time. WHAAAA are you kidding me? I didn't listen very much cause I was so dang bored! I got up every day to move around regardless. So after about 4 days they told me that they were going to send me home. I said that I wanted to be released to my mothers place in Regina, SK. They refused me and it was a big fight, as they told me if I fly down to regina I could kill my baby! Ummm excuse me? You would allow me to go to a community with literally just basic health care, but wouldn't allow me to go to a place with fantastic NICU? And I would have help as my mom and dad could help me with Carter.....hmmm....Their basic answer to me in the end is that the reason they would not release me to go there because I did not have a Dr there.
So my mother self advocated for me and called around to find out who the best OB was in the city, and she found my OB now, who was the head of obstetrics for the whole province. (I say was because i am not 100% if he still holds that title) He was more than happy to take me into his care. So off I went, but I was told I had to be transferred to the hospital there. So that is what I did as soon as I got off the plane. Well you know what that did? Put me in isolation.
So here again I am in hospital BORED! When I finally saw my OB he came in and said why are you registered into the hospital.....I told him the other Dr said I had to. Well I liked my new OB because he rolled his eyes and said you are not in labour, so you can go home. He gave me instructions on when to be seen again....and I went to my mom's.
My first ultrasound was because I again I was in constant contractions. They found at this time that my baby had a blocked bowel. Great something else....then they told me to empty my bladder...well I didn't have to or should I say COULDN'T. He was sitting on my bladder. So I was once again admitted into the hospital. A nurse came in and put a catheter in but it really hurt, I screamed and she put it back out and there was a chunk of flesh was attached to the end. Freaked out the nurse left and I never had one put in. Just got to pee in a hat for they were worried about a stone. Well no stone just my boy sitting on all the wrong spots, and causing these stupid contractions.
After about 5 weeks of this insanity, two steroid injections for his lungs, my OB did an amnio. He called me later that day with the results. Wow being the head of OB's had perks hey? He told me that his lungs were fully developed and asked me when i wanted to have him. I replied tomorrow, and he laughed "not waiting for your hubby to come?" NO!
I was told to go into L&D the following morning, was given the gel. I was asked if I wanted to go back to my moms and I didn't, cause I didn't feel comfortable. So I walked the halls with my mom. Around supper time I was finally given pitocin. I wasn't in labour just yet so it was taking a long time. They used my dose and I asked to an epi, which I think slowed things down a bit.
When I finally felt the urge to push I was rocking it. Two good pushes and ooops there is baby's head. She ran off to get the Dr, as she noticed he wasn't coming out any more. So the NICU team was ready, for the bowel thing, and because I guess they suspected the cord was holding him back. A couple more good pushes and sure enough he came out completely blue, as the cord was completely wrapped around his chest. So off he went to the NICU. It was hard as I didn't even get hold my baby this time.
As soon as I was allowed they wheeled me over to see him. All hooked up to all those monitors was really scary. Though after he was checked over and made sure he was improving, they allowed me to nurse him. Oh it was wonderful. He was nursing like a champ. The second time I nursed him, he vomited green, and I was no longer allowed to nurse him.
I was staying in the hostile so I can stay with him while in the NICU. Apparently they didn't call me all night as the nurse that was watching didn't know I was in the hospital. I slept well-ish. Went to go see him first thing in the morning and was told he was freaking out as he was hungry. They tried to sedate him a bit but nothing worked. My heart sank and broke hearing this. My baby was starving and needed his mom and they wouldn't let him. It wasn't until later that day that they finally let him try and feed again.
Well all of this started our struggle with bfing. As he wouldn't seem to latch unless there was milk immediately. He went from sleeping to screaming when hungry. He seemed not to have any cue to the quiet hunger. So I had to pump some milk so I could place it into a shield. Then the shield was a must for him. He was never good at the quiet cues to hunger even later. Once he started to gain weight, we were allowed to go home. We stayed there just over a week. There was no need for concern with his bowels in the end either.
The struggle with BF continued, we were given horrible information that if I was not able to pump at midnight then I had no milk, which in turn would explain why he would scream all the time. We switched him to formula, and he just got worse. He ended up with infectious colitis. Ended up on some very expensive formula and finally it all calmed down for him. I felt so bad for stopping nursing him. Again had more bad info and thought that if I had alcohol I wasn't allowed to BF, otherwise I would have started again, but I thought there was alcohol in my breast milk. (the whole pump and dump thing) I hated seeing him suffering. But didn't want to give him alcohol.
Now I know better as we all don't have very much milk at all at midnight, this is normal and not a reason to switch to formula. I also know better about alcohol, we can still have a glass of wine or beer and the amount found in our milk is so dang small it is hardly readable. So have a glass and relax, as it is better you are relaxed then stressed as stress will affect our milk way more.
Anyways it all turned out ok, and now we know he has Aspergers so it makes a lot more sense to the way he was in beginning, and through out him growing up.