I'm sitting here trying to nurse my son, whose only interest is attaching then sleeping. This week has forever changed my life.Monday, I had my weekly dr's appointment at 10am. Sunday I decided, in preparation for the baby, I should empty out my spice cupboard and clean out my pantry. Well I emptied my spice's out but decided to organize them in the pantry after my appointment Monday. Unfortunately and fortunately, I never made it home that day. Here is my story.
Monday, I get to the dr and do my normal routine. I pee in my cup, I get my blood pressure taken but I decline being weighed. When the dr came in my room. She informed me my blood pressure was high and that I didn't have an option about being weighed. I informed her I did because it's my body and I hired her to be my dr. She didn't love what I was saying. She checked my cervix and said I was still high and closed. She sent me back to get my blood pressure rechecked. It was still high so I was sent to labor and delivery to me monitored.
After a long boring 24 hrs in a delivery room with a delivery bed, very uncomfortable, I was told it was time for baby to come. I had lots of emotions at this point. I really expected to be sent home. What if my body didn't cooperate, what if baby wasn't ready, oh no, I never packed my hospital bag, etc etc etc.I was given cervadil at 6 pm Tuesday night to help ripen my cervix. I was hooked up to an iv, then they put the fetal heart rate monitor and contraction monitor on. All that, plus the blood pressure cuff, made going to the bathroom a chore.
When Wednesday morning came around the took out the cervadil. My cervix was still really high and dilated to about a one. They started me on pitocin around 7 that morning. My dr came in around 9. I thought she was checking me but got extremely uncomfortable. I asked what she was doing and she was breaking my water. It was uncomfortable because my cervix was so high, it was hard to reach. On a pain scale 1-10 I'd put it at a 7. The nurses kept loosing Elijah on the monitor and decided to hook one up to his head. My nurse couldn't reach my cervix so she recruited a head nurse. After a few painful attempts it was unsuccessful. I did start worrying a little that my cervix would never be ready. I really wanted to have this baby naturally.It was finally decided, without me in the process, that my body was not going to progress and we would have a cesarian. I was real mad that my dr didn't come in and discuss this with me. Did I have other options? But deep down I knew this was what was best. My body wasn't progressing regardless of the contractions.I called my mom, who had left 15 minutes before to go get dinner, so she could come back. They came in and prepped me and gave Brent his clothes. When they came to wheel me back all I could think was I'm about to be a mommy. I looked at mom and Charity and knew the next time they saw me I'd be holding my son. Brent was dropped off in his waiting area and I continued to the operating room. The nurse anesthetist gave me my spinal, after double digit attempts. They put up the shield so I wouldn't be able to see. They let Brent in the room and after a few minute I heard something that will forever change my life, my son's cry. I told Brent to go over to the baby and check on him. It was absolutely surreal having him here. I was anxious for them to piece me back together so I could see my baby. I heard them talking about him and him screaming. I felt my body moving from being sewed back up. I kept asking if my husband could hold my baby. Brent kept going back and forth between me and Elijah. Finally they handed him to Brent and Brent was able to walk him over to me. I couldn't see him very well from the angle but it brought tears to my eyes. I was looking a the man I chose to spend eternity with holding our son. OUR SON!
They wheeled me to my recovery room. After they checked my vitals for the billionth time they told me I could hold my son. I was extremely shaky from the anesthesia but I couldn't wait to have him in my arms. Wow, holding this special gift from heavenly Father was incredible and overwhelming. I was in love. Life changed and I instantly couldn't imagine my life without him.Brent had forgot his cell phone so we couldn't call mom and Charity (who were waiting) to let them know we were okay. Brent finally left and went to tell them we were both okay. He got his phone and called his family.It was nice having mom and charity there waiting in my room. We called/texted all our family and our closest friends. I was pretty exhausted yet I couldn't sleep. Here I was after having surgery, laboring through contractions and then I have this baby to take care of. We were able to Skype with Brent's paren'ts and they were able to meet their first grandson. We didn't get much sleep that night but who can sleep when you have this new perfect being beside you.....not to mention nurses waking you up all night to check your blood pressure etc.
It was not how I planned to have my son. It was nothing that I expected. Yet he is here now and I would go through all that again and more if I had to for this little guy! I'm so in love! Brent has been incredible and has been such a big help. My mom has stayed with us some and it's nice to have someone to pass the baby to so I can catch a few hours of sleep.
Monday, I get to the dr and do my normal routine. I pee in my cup, I get my blood pressure taken but I decline being weighed. When the dr came in my room. She informed me my blood pressure was high and that I didn't have an option about being weighed. I informed her I did because it's my body and I hired her to be my dr. She didn't love what I was saying. She checked my cervix and said I was still high and closed. She sent me back to get my blood pressure rechecked. It was still high so I was sent to labor and delivery to me monitored.
After a long boring 24 hrs in a delivery room with a delivery bed, very uncomfortable, I was told it was time for baby to come. I had lots of emotions at this point. I really expected to be sent home. What if my body didn't cooperate, what if baby wasn't ready, oh no, I never packed my hospital bag, etc etc etc.I was given cervadil at 6 pm Tuesday night to help ripen my cervix. I was hooked up to an iv, then they put the fetal heart rate monitor and contraction monitor on. All that, plus the blood pressure cuff, made going to the bathroom a chore.
When Wednesday morning came around the took out the cervadil. My cervix was still really high and dilated to about a one. They started me on pitocin around 7 that morning. My dr came in around 9. I thought she was checking me but got extremely uncomfortable. I asked what she was doing and she was breaking my water. It was uncomfortable because my cervix was so high, it was hard to reach. On a pain scale 1-10 I'd put it at a 7. The nurses kept loosing Elijah on the monitor and decided to hook one up to his head. My nurse couldn't reach my cervix so she recruited a head nurse. After a few painful attempts it was unsuccessful. I did start worrying a little that my cervix would never be ready. I really wanted to have this baby naturally.It was finally decided, without me in the process, that my body was not going to progress and we would have a cesarian. I was real mad that my dr didn't come in and discuss this with me. Did I have other options? But deep down I knew this was what was best. My body wasn't progressing regardless of the contractions.I called my mom, who had left 15 minutes before to go get dinner, so she could come back. They came in and prepped me and gave Brent his clothes. When they came to wheel me back all I could think was I'm about to be a mommy. I looked at mom and Charity and knew the next time they saw me I'd be holding my son. Brent was dropped off in his waiting area and I continued to the operating room. The nurse anesthetist gave me my spinal, after double digit attempts. They put up the shield so I wouldn't be able to see. They let Brent in the room and after a few minute I heard something that will forever change my life, my son's cry. I told Brent to go over to the baby and check on him. It was absolutely surreal having him here. I was anxious for them to piece me back together so I could see my baby. I heard them talking about him and him screaming. I felt my body moving from being sewed back up. I kept asking if my husband could hold my baby. Brent kept going back and forth between me and Elijah. Finally they handed him to Brent and Brent was able to walk him over to me. I couldn't see him very well from the angle but it brought tears to my eyes. I was looking a the man I chose to spend eternity with holding our son. OUR SON!
They wheeled me to my recovery room. After they checked my vitals for the billionth time they told me I could hold my son. I was extremely shaky from the anesthesia but I couldn't wait to have him in my arms. Wow, holding this special gift from heavenly Father was incredible and overwhelming. I was in love. Life changed and I instantly couldn't imagine my life without him.Brent had forgot his cell phone so we couldn't call mom and Charity (who were waiting) to let them know we were okay. Brent finally left and went to tell them we were both okay. He got his phone and called his family.It was nice having mom and charity there waiting in my room. We called/texted all our family and our closest friends. I was pretty exhausted yet I couldn't sleep. Here I was after having surgery, laboring through contractions and then I have this baby to take care of. We were able to Skype with Brent's paren'ts and they were able to meet their first grandson. We didn't get much sleep that night but who can sleep when you have this new perfect being beside you.....not to mention nurses waking you up all night to check your blood pressure etc.
It was not how I planned to have my son. It was nothing that I expected. Yet he is here now and I would go through all that again and more if I had to for this little guy! I'm so in love! Brent has been incredible and has been such a big help. My mom has stayed with us some and it's nice to have someone to pass the baby to so I can catch a few hours of sleep.
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