Today, it has been 11 months since Drew was born. In 30 more days, it will be one year. I can hardly believe that much time has gone by...and we have been through so much. Maybe that's why it seems the past 11 months have flown. Although, the older I get, the more it seems like life is just flying past me. I am sure that will become even more apparent now that I have a child. Since we'll be busy all day on Drew's actual birthday, I thought I would take today to post about the day he was born. I will use his birthday to post about my thoughts on him turning one. (and my tears, I am sure...)
Thursday, May 29, 2008 -
Dr. Appt 9:00am
*We got there a little early and had to wait around, but I didn't mind because finally I was seeing my beloved Dr. Garcia. I had seen all the other Doctors and had only seen Dr. G twice. I missed him (seriously, both my friend and i would adopt him if we could). First was the dreaded scale. I had a real problem with water weight gain during the pregnancy. I looked like a beached whale...honestly. This week, the scale was particularly cruel, stating I had gained 7lbs. I was very upset and the NP told me that the only way that happens in one week is through water. Next up, pee in a cup. I had gotten pretty adept at doing this, despite my ginormous belly and balance issues. Then, Dr. G did my blood pressure himself, as I had protein in my urine...BP was elevated. He looked at me and said, "this is it, you're done." And he proceeded to manually dilate me and strip my membranes. That was pleasant. I immediately starting cramping, and some other things, and left to go tell work I was done.
10:00pm
After a day of long walks, 3 loads of laundry and cleaning like a mad woman (including bending over), I started to bleed a bit. I had been cramping all day, but the cramps seemed to be more purposeful now, so I called the on call number and spoke with Dr. Salah. She told me to drink some water, take a warm shower and lay down, try to sleep. She told me I would know if it was labor. Bill and I both took showers, he packed his bag (finally!) and went to bed.
Friday, May 30, 2008 -
3:00am
Bathroom! Ah, the bathroom, my best friend during the latter months of my pregnancy. I spent a lot of time in there. So, I waddled my big behind down our stairs to the bathroom and back up the stairs again to bed. I could not get comfortable and it took me about 20 mins to realize I was contracting. Now, this had happened before in the middle of the night...and badly too...so I didn't think anything of it at first. Then, I started timing them.
5:00am
Still up timing contractions, as they are all over the place...6 mins, 8 mins, 10 mins, 4mins, etc... I started to think I should tell Bill what I was doing when I had the biggest contraction yet and felt something happen. I ran (literally) downstairs to the bathroom where I proceeded to have the most interesting experience up until that point in my pregnancy. My water broke, I lost my mucous plug and had true bloody show...all at the same time. I freaked out a bit and yelled for Bill. Somehow I had managed to not wake him up in my panic to get out of bed...and Maggie was also still sound asleep.
5:20am
At Beaumont...I get signed in and go to triage. After about an hour or so of all the tests, they can't determine that my water had broke (believe me, it had), so they send me to walk because i am only at a 2 and my contractions are all over the place. So, I walk for 2 hrs and feel gross as fluid continues to pour out of me. When we get back, the staff had changed over and no one knew who we were. Finally, the NP checked me and stated that she believed my water had broken and the ferning test confirmed it. So, I was admitted.
11:00am
Admitted, and Pitocin begins
This is where time becomes hazy...sometime between now and 2:45, I get my epidural, have the internal monitor placed on (in) Drew's head, and dilate fully
2:45 - 5:45pm
PUSHING ... I am dead tired at the end of it, crying and delirious. Dr. Ohm will not intervene. Finally, Dr. Garcia comes on call and checks me. Drew won't come past 0 on his own (basically he won't come through my pelvis), so he determines this is it and I need help. He wants to use forceps because, as he explains to me, they're safer for the baby...but more dangerous for me. At this point, I don't care...I just want this nightmare of pushing without results to end.
5:45 - 6:02pm
I get the bolus of my epidural and become completely numb, which is a welcome change from the horrendous pain of not being able to push Drew out. I am still crying and apologizing for my "ineptitude." The LDR nurse and Bill assure me I have not failed. The anesthesiologist is literally my biggest cheerleader as I push, not feeling a thing. Finally, Drew is out (it seemed like a dream because I literally felt NOTHING), Bill announces his gender to me, and he is on my belly. He isn't crying really, but looking around like "what the hell is this?" This is the first time I've seen his "Grumpelstiltskin" face. I remember thinking "where's the goop?" They had toweled him off for me. He was warm, a little ashy, and BEAUTIFUL. I cried. His cord was really short, so Bill cut it and they took him from me to the warmer.
Eventually, he went to the NICU for rapid breathing, and I was taken to my Post Partum room. I was upset because it was about 2 hrs before he was returned to me and my delivery had been so traumatic, I was not able to sit up and visit him. Finally they brought him back to me...then, I had my own issues. After my bleeding was under control, I was told to sleep and that they would bring him to me in the morning. I welcomed this at the time, even though I missed him, because I had been up for 22 hrs. I called for him at 6am and have been with him ever since!
Love you my little man!!!
15 years later
1 year ago







