This has been a whirlwind of a week.
I never thought that a week ago I would be sitting here to tell this story. I was just posting our 36 week update!
But here we are.
Today George is 5 days old.
Let’s start at the beginning shall we.
Monday morning at 8:30am I had another check up with my doctor. This was also the day that George had officially been cooking for 37 weeks, which was a huge stress relief to know he was out of the premie category. (By a day mind you…)
At this appointment, they checked my blood pressure like usual and found it at a level that was seriously crazy dangerous. For two hours, I laid on a cold hard observation bed while they checked my blood pressure every 30 minutes and watched George on a heart monitor. While my blood pressure went down, it wasn’t much to get us out of the woods. George, by the way, was just having a ball in there and passing all his tests.
At 10:30am, my doctor came in and said “Let’s have a baby today.”
Oh my. Our due date is September 15th.
SEPTEMBER. It is August.
She said that because of my protein level increasing from 400 to 2000 in one week and my blood pressure, she didn’t want to prolong it because I would soon get really sick. That would not be good for George either. Fortunately, I had already started dilating and was measuring at 2. She said that is great news for an induction because it should go much more smoothly since my body was already preparing for it.
Still 3 weeks early…
She directed me to go to the hospital immediately, and they would put me on some medicine for my blood pressure and induce me sometime that evening.
To add to the complications, Tom was not in town because he was doing an interview in Missouri. So obviously my panic level went up knowing he was not at home and 6 hours away.
My doctor knew he was out of town and explained that the labor probably wouldn’t start until late this evening which would give him plenty of time to get back.
So I left the doctor’s office and decided to go home first instead of straight to hospital. I know I am a rebel and didn’t follow her instructions. I needed to get myself together….Holy cow this is 3 weeks early! Plus there were all the bags to get and the dogs to give some love to.
I called Tom, and we figured out a game plan to get him back ASAP. To be honest, he figured it out, I just cried on the phone.
The best thing for me was to get home and collect myself in our own space for just a bit.
Luckily we had packed the hospital bag that weekend so there wasn’t a whole lot more that I needed to do at home besides last minute toiletries and getting the dogs squared away. Also we had not put the car seat in the car yet, so that needed to go on the list too. To be real with you, I just threw all the stuff in the car, and Tom took care of it later at the hospital.
I decided to relax a little at home to buy more time for Tom to get back to TN so I didn’t have to be in the hospital by myself for long. Also there was just so much processing that I needed to do to keep my blood pressure down.
So I ate some lunch, knowing that as soon as I walked in those doors I would not be allowed food. (Little did I know I wouldn’t have food for 2 and a half days…)
I went through the house a half a dozen times to make sure I had completed our pre-baby list and the bags were complete. I played with the dogs for just a bit after packing the car since they could tell I was panicked which makes them panicked. I gave them a pep talk and told them the next time we came home we would have their brother.
Then I headed towards the hospital but with one more pit stop on the way. I still had not bought nursing bras since they say to wait until your last few weeks. I was going to do that later this Monday anyway at the local maternity store. Well I didn’t have time for that so I went to Target to pick up some cheapies (which I am regretting now..but I was on a time crunch). Also the Target here has the worst selection of everything, and my sizes are always picked clean. Finding nursing bras was no different, but I bought a couple that would make do until I had more time to invest.
Going to Target on the way to deliver your baby is totally normal right?
I got to the hospital at about 1:15 and then proceeded to wait in the registration lobby until 2:30. Nothing like sitting in a waiting room to make your anxiety rise.
I finally got up to Labor and Delivery about 3pm on Monday. I was put in a bed and hooked up to the blood pressure cuff and told to relax.
And I started my fantastic meal of ice chips galore as I waited.
Tom got to the hospital around 6pm. At this time the on-call doctor came in to discuss the course of action. He was a big creeper and seriously talked more about us having 12 kids than worrying about the one we were having right now. He weirded me out so much, and I just wanted my own doctors to take care of me. So we kept asking when the on-call switched to see if I could hold out. (Not even kidding…he was that awkward.)
Anyway, at 10pm they put me on an IV and a magnesium drip. I also got to experience a catheter for the first time. The magnesium is supposed to lower my blood pressure so I can safely deliver George. The bad side is that it is the devil. It makes you feel like you are physically on fire. It slows down your whole system and just makes you feel really sluggish. But it was getting my blood pressure down so there you go. I also had to be on it for another 24 hours after the birth, so I was in sluggish fiery hell for 2 and half days…Magnesium makes you feel so awful about life.
At midnight, they started giving me pitocin. They started with a 2, and they would increase it gradually every hour or so to start inducing the labor more naturally.
A couple hours later, I was in non-stop pain. Contractions are real friends. I can’t even explain how awful they felt. Unfortunately because of the pitocin, I was also not having any break. There was an hour there that I had non stop contractions for the ENTIRE 60 minutes. Remember that time when my doctor said that labor would go more smoothly…uh yea about that.
So they pulled the pitocin back and gave me some pain medication so I could sleep for a little bit.
This is where the timeline gets really blurry for me. The magnesium was taking it’s full affect on me, and I had no idea what time it was. I just knew that I felt like poop and wanted this to be over.
Sometime Tuesday morning, I got an epidural. I had originally wanted to wait as long as possible to get an epidural to see if I could do it naturally and also so I could walk around during labor. Because of the magnesium, I had a catheter so I was not allowed to walk around anyway. Because our plans had changed and I wasn’t able to be mobile at all, and there was so much misery, I figured let’s have at it. Give me those drugs.
Getting an epidural was not bad at all pain wise. Unfortunately right where they stick it in, my back is super ticklish. I can think about someone touching it and my back will start spazing. So it took us a little while for me to take the epidural. Luckily, my nurse was amazing as I cried into her neck from feeling like a spazing idiot. Really I had the best nurses all week. Amazing staff.
Also I made it to the on-call doctor change. And as my luck would have it, my doctor was on call. She is amazing, so I am glad the labor went long so I could have her helping me through this.
I finally dilated to a 6, and as my doctor was checking my cervix she accidentally broke my water. This wasn’t a bad thing, she just hadn’t intentionally gone down there to do that. It was pretty humorous when it happened. I was a gusher, so my doctor was covered. Whoops.
We then had a slight emergency happen. My blood pressure skyrocketed then plummeted super fast. Both George and I were in distress randomly. George’s heart beat went really crazy low and all of a sudden there were tons of nurses in the room helping me get on all fours to get George moving again. It was an intense couple of seconds as we waited for him to get more active.
I then threw up a couple times because of my blood pressure going nuts.
At this point, I was put on a oxygen mask. I had this well after the labor ended.
The next hour was much more calm and they backed the pitocin down again so I could rest some more and relax a little.
Unfortunately, I started feeling the contractions again. Excuse me, isn’t that why I got the epidural so I don’t have to feel this awful pain?
They upped my epidural juice. Also known as magic. I could still feel everything, but there was no pain. I didn’t have control of my right leg though. It was a log.
At around 4pm on Tuesday, I had dilated to an 8 and my doctor said it was time. So we went over what Tom and I would do during labor, and we got that party started.
I would push 3 times during a contraction and then we would take a break. My doctor and labor nurse were awesome and during the breaks we were talking about our dogs and the Army since both my doctor and nurse were Army spouses. They did a great job at making me feel real at ease.
Also Tom was absolutely amazing during this whole thing! I have the best husband, and they really don’t give the husbands enough credit during the laboring process.
I may be delusional, but I thought the actual pushing part was the easiest part of the labor. That one hour was nothing in comparison to the previous 16 hours of craziness. The pushing was hard don’t get me wrong. I was out of breath and exhausted, but I at least wasn’t writhing in agony as much as I was during the wee hours of the morning before.
After about 4 large pushing sessions, my doctor said that if George didn’t make it out on the next point she would have to use the suction cup tool (it has a technical term, I just don’t remember what it was) to help him get out.
George was being stubborn so the suction cup went on his head.
And then just an hour after we began pushing, George came out!
At 5:17 pm on August 26th, Tom and I became parents to the most beautiful little guy.
I came home from the hospital on Saturday, but we were not able to bring George home with us. While it was heartbreaking to come home without him, he has needed his time in the NICU.
We are hoping to have him home on Tuesday. He has a couple more tests to pass, but come back later this week for the full story of our NICU journey.
Glad to finally meet my August baby! He apparently wanted to be more of a summer baby than a fall baby.
This is also why they tell you to be flexible with your birth plan and have no expectations. Something is bound to change.
You are such a talented writer, and so positive! CONGRATS again, so happy for you, Tom and of course baby George!!! I am glad all is well, and can’t wait for you to have George home with you!!!!
Thanks Deborah! We are delighted!
Congratulations!!! Hopefully baby George can go home soon!
We hope so!
Congrats!! Glad you and George made it through safely. Hopefully, he’ll be home soon!
Thank you! It was rough, but I am glad we are both safe and taken care of!
Congratulations on a beautiful baby boy! So glad Tom made it back and your nurses were amazing!
Nurses really made this experience so much easier to get through. They don’t get enough thanks for all that they do! And I am pretty biased on how cute George is!
Congrats on your absolutely beautiful baby boy!!! So happy that Tom could make it back in time and you and George are safe and sound. Praying he’s doing well and you can bring him home soon!!!
I was so elated when Tom walked through those doors! I could not have done this without him!
congrats again! He is so cute and he will be home before you know it! Pitocin is the devil when it come to long and fast contractions, I did not know that before being induced. I would try my hardest to not being induced if we ever have another baby. I’m glad you are both well! I can not wait to see more pictures!
Yea I had no idea what I was in for with Pitocin. I am definitely going to try to avoid an induction the next time around, which is a long ways away. Just you wait until we get him home for good. Pictures galore!
Congrats! He is gorgeous! Sorry that it didn’t go according to plan, but hey – your baby is here, and that’s all that matters now! I hope he is able to come home early this week!! 🙂
I am not sure any birth plan goes according to plan, but I was hoping it wasn’t so drastically different! But we are both here a week later doing pretty well!
Congratulations to you and Tom! He’s beautiful! Although it didn’t go according to plan, it sounds like you had a pretty great experience. I’m glad you’re all doing well!
He is pretty stinking cute! This hospital staff really made all the difference in our experience. We always knew we were in good hands!
Congratulations! It sounds like the birth was at times harrowing, but you are clearly already in mom-mode, going with the flow and loving on little George. My BFF’s first baby was in the NICU for the first few days of her life, and I know (as much as someone who has never experienced it can know) that it was so, so hard. Hugs to y’all on that front. I’m wishing you nothing but a thousand happinesses as you bring George home and focus on your new little family!
It is definitely an experience that cannot be fully described. But now we have him all to ourselves to love on!
Congratulations Girl!!! To you both!!! I hope sweet George has mad it home and yall are settling in well!!! He’s simply adorable!!!
We are adjusting to each other, and it is so great to be home!
Howdy! I know this is kinda off topic but I’d figured I’d
ask. Would you be interested in exchanging links
or maybe guest writing a blog post or vice-versa? My blog addresses a lot of the same subjects as
yours and I think we could greatly benefit from each other.
If you’re interested feel free to send me an email.
I look forward to hearing from you! Fantastic blog by the way!
Thank you for visiting!
Pingback: 4 Years |
Pingback: George-12 Months |