stephalie
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I wanted to write one of these right after my son was born, these stories were what got me through my pregnancy. I'm a FTM so I had no idea what I was getting myself into and reading what others had gone through gave me some sort of idea what to expect. But Jasper's birth was extremely traumatic and I had no idea how to write out everything that had happened and even wondered if anyone would even care to hear about it, but I'm going to write about it anyway.
On September 15th (2012) I woke up at 6 a.m., I went to the bathroom. I wasn't turning on the lights anymore, it would wake me up too much and I was peeing so much during the night it had become auto pilot, but this time I looked down and it didn't look right. I turned on the light and saw there was bright red blood everywhere. I remembered reading earlier that bright red blood was not a good sign so I immediately called my mom (she is a nurse) and she sounded a little worried and told me to call my doctor. He had me go to the hospital just to get checked out, he didn't seem too concerned. My DH was really sweet and trying to calm me down, but I was so terrified that something was going to go wrong. It was exactly a week before my due date and the day before I had been to my doctor and he said I wasn't even dilated. I had soaked through 2 pads by the time I got to the hospital. The amount of blood coupled with my extremely high blood pressure made the nurse call in my doctor.
He hooked me up to an ultra sound machine and noticed that my placenta had a hole in it. At that point he decided to break my waters, which was AWFUL. He shoved essentially a plastic stick into my vagina and it was painful, so I winced. He then continued to yell at me and tell me to 'stay still' like I was a child until he was finished. When he left the nurse said how all the nurses were afraid of him and that he was inappropriate to patients, I think that should have made her speak up for me, but no. My blood pressure did not go down so they had to put an internal monitor. My contractions were getting increasingly more painful so after six hours I got an epidural. That wasn't painful at all and even though I was dead set against it my entire pregnancy I was glad that I had gotten it. I labored for 19 hours and never dilated. By 11 pm I was shaking from such extreme nausea and couldn't stop puking long enough for my doctor to do a proper exam of my cervix. They took my temperature and realized it was 103 at that point they made it clear that I would be endangering my son if I did not have a c-section. Even though I had been fearing one my entire pregnancy I was now forced to accept one because I knew it was right for my baby.
While they were preforming the c-section I was so exhausted from laboring all day (I never even got to 1 centimeter!) I was falling asleep while my baby was being born. I only got to see him for a minute before he was taken to the nursery, he had a 104 degree fever when he was born (6 lbs 7 oz, 19 in long). I had to wait in recovery for four hours before I got to meet him properly. My sweet DH went back and forth between me in recovery and our baby. I made him take pictures so I could see Jasper, but it was not the same. I never got the baby on my chest moment, I never got to bond immediately like I had been looking forward to. Even though my doctor had no tact, I'm very happy that he was there because I almost bled out during the c-section and I almost waited too long to have my baby delivered. But it all worked out and now I am an exclusively breast feeding an incredible almost 3 month old boy. I know now that a lot of placenta abruptions do not end as lucky as mine did so I am incredibly happy to have my little man. I am now terrified of what my #2 experience will be after having been through this...
On September 15th (2012) I woke up at 6 a.m., I went to the bathroom. I wasn't turning on the lights anymore, it would wake me up too much and I was peeing so much during the night it had become auto pilot, but this time I looked down and it didn't look right. I turned on the light and saw there was bright red blood everywhere. I remembered reading earlier that bright red blood was not a good sign so I immediately called my mom (she is a nurse) and she sounded a little worried and told me to call my doctor. He had me go to the hospital just to get checked out, he didn't seem too concerned. My DH was really sweet and trying to calm me down, but I was so terrified that something was going to go wrong. It was exactly a week before my due date and the day before I had been to my doctor and he said I wasn't even dilated. I had soaked through 2 pads by the time I got to the hospital. The amount of blood coupled with my extremely high blood pressure made the nurse call in my doctor.
He hooked me up to an ultra sound machine and noticed that my placenta had a hole in it. At that point he decided to break my waters, which was AWFUL. He shoved essentially a plastic stick into my vagina and it was painful, so I winced. He then continued to yell at me and tell me to 'stay still' like I was a child until he was finished. When he left the nurse said how all the nurses were afraid of him and that he was inappropriate to patients, I think that should have made her speak up for me, but no. My blood pressure did not go down so they had to put an internal monitor. My contractions were getting increasingly more painful so after six hours I got an epidural. That wasn't painful at all and even though I was dead set against it my entire pregnancy I was glad that I had gotten it. I labored for 19 hours and never dilated. By 11 pm I was shaking from such extreme nausea and couldn't stop puking long enough for my doctor to do a proper exam of my cervix. They took my temperature and realized it was 103 at that point they made it clear that I would be endangering my son if I did not have a c-section. Even though I had been fearing one my entire pregnancy I was now forced to accept one because I knew it was right for my baby.
While they were preforming the c-section I was so exhausted from laboring all day (I never even got to 1 centimeter!) I was falling asleep while my baby was being born. I only got to see him for a minute before he was taken to the nursery, he had a 104 degree fever when he was born (6 lbs 7 oz, 19 in long). I had to wait in recovery for four hours before I got to meet him properly. My sweet DH went back and forth between me in recovery and our baby. I made him take pictures so I could see Jasper, but it was not the same. I never got the baby on my chest moment, I never got to bond immediately like I had been looking forward to. Even though my doctor had no tact, I'm very happy that he was there because I almost bled out during the c-section and I almost waited too long to have my baby delivered. But it all worked out and now I am an exclusively breast feeding an incredible almost 3 month old boy. I know now that a lot of placenta abruptions do not end as lucky as mine did so I am incredibly happy to have my little man. I am now terrified of what my #2 experience will be after having been through this...
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