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I really was not comfortable this entire second pregnancy (third, if you want to get technical). I was sick for about ten weeks at the beginning – from week five to week fourteen. I had to get a shot of Progesterone in my hips every week for eighteen weeks. I retained a massive amount of fluid, which glared at me every time I looked at myself in the mirror. My fingers were completely numb on both of my hands from the beginning of June until the second month postpartum. To top it all off, I pushed for three and a half hours only to end up having a c-section after twenty-five plus hours of labor.
I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to make it to my due date, which was supposedly July 29th, plus or minus a day or two. I don’t know if I really ever had an actual due date. The baby measured all over the board for quite a while, so when asked my due date, my answer was always “the last week in July”. The closer to the month of July we got, the more convinced I was that I was going to go into labor early on in the month. My body just felt that way. I was getting pretty big and so was the baby. My last two visits to the Perinatologist would confirm my feelings, as we were told the baby was “a bruiser”. Their estimated weight guess was 8+ lbs. In the end, we found out they weren’t that far off.
Let’s get to the story, shall we?
Fourth of July weekend, I started feeling menstrual-like cramps. It didn’t surprise me because I was done with my shots and the Progesterone was wearing off. Since my first pregnancy ended at 35 weeks, I was just happy to make it to 36 1/2 weeks.
Monday, July 6th, in the wee hours of the morning, I had those cramps again. I really felt like they were “something” and was half-tempted to take myself to the hospital to find out if I was in real labor. I just didn’t know what to think. I held off and then on Tuesday, July 7th, I felt contractions for the majority of the day. They became stronger by the afternoon and I was able to time them. Eric came home from work and I decided to call my doctor to see if he thought it was worth it for me to be checked. Of course, he advised me to go to the hospital and be monitored.
Around 8pm on Tuesday night, I drove myself over to the hospital to have my contractions monitored. I sort of figured that I would be coming back home, that this wasn’t “really” the real labor. Turns out I was wrong. I was already dilated to about 4 centimeters when they first checked me and later that night, I had dilated almost another centimeter and the contractions were getting stronger. My doctor said, “Well, you’re not going home, you’re having a baby!”
Then I started to panic a little. I was there alone. Eric was at home with Hailey. We didn’t want to jump the gun and have someone come and watch her in case this was false labor. My mother-in-law drove an hour to stay with her so Eric could come to the hospital to be with me. He arrived as I was moved to a labor and delivery room. Shortly after, I got my epidural and all there was left to do was wait. I kept progressing through the night and finally when the morning rolled around, we figured the baby would be born by noon. It would work out perfectly. My mother-in-law would drop off Hailey at daycare and we could pick her up at the normal pick-up time and she would meet her little sister and we’d be one happy little family.
Wrong.
I started pushing close to noon on the 8th and pushed (and pushed and pushed) until close to 5 pm. I took a couple of short breaks in-between those hours, as I was mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. The baby wasn’t moving. She wasn’t even budging an inch. We were a bit frustrated with the doctor on call. She was there at the hospital and was supposed to check on me but after an hour and a half, she still hadn’t shown up. Ok, we were pissed.
I didn’t want to accept that I might have to have a cesarean section but the reality was, this baby just wasn’t coming down the birth canal. The doctor finally showed up and checked me. She actually gave me the choice of continuing to push or schedule the emergency c-section. I’m surprised she even gave me a choice. I think right then and there she should have told me there was no other choice but a c-section. I couldn’t imagine going through any more pushing. They had to give me more epidural because it was wearing off and I was in pain because of the contractions. I gave up (not easily) and just told her to schedule the c-section. The preparations were made and I was sent off to the OR for surgery.
Eric had to wait in the hallway outside of the OR while they got everything ready. I was scared and numb. The room was cold and very white. I felt like I was having a nightmare because I couldn’t move. My body was like dead weight. They had to lift me onto the operating table. I was shivering and crying. I was afraid that I was going to vomit and not be able to move. I asked the anesthesiologist a couple of times to make sure to keep checking me in case I would happen to throw up. He didn’t seem too concerned.
As the oxygen was placed in my nose and my doctor (or so I thought) was strapping my arms down to the table, like I was being tied to a cross, I asked, “Doctor? Would you please tie my tubes?” He just looked at me from behind his mask. I waited for his answer. Then he spoke. “I’m not your doctor.”
Oh. Woops.
Then, another masked man came into view. I asked canadian viagra my question. Luckily this time, it was my doctor. He gave me a blank stare and finally said that he couldn’t because I didn’t have preauthorization from my insurance. Figures. I was serious! I should have known they wouldn’t do it. I’m sure I seemed like a desperate woman in labor.
Eric came into the room and into my view. I was relieved to see him. I was still shivering. I was cold, scared and just wanted to get this over with. I had been in labor over 25 hours and just exhausted. I couldn’t feel anything from my waist down. It’s an eerie feeling and one I hope to never experience again. I felt helpless behind that blue curtain. I felt like a head and arms. Eric held my hand.
They told me that I would feel pressure and I did. I felt them working in me. They said it would be a lot of pressure when they reached in to pull the baby out. I felt that pressure. Then, I heard them announce that the baby was out and we heard her cry for the first time. We laughed and cried. We were relieved and joyful. Eric snapped some pictures. He walked over to where they were cleaning her up and I still laid there, half alive, half dead. Wanting so badly to just lay my eyes on our new baby girl. Hearing her cry in the background was reassuring but agonizing at the same time because I couldn’t go to her. They showed me Teagan, all swaddled before they moved her to our room. Eric went with her.
I stayed in the OR as they sewed me back together. I asked how long it would take and I thought about what they were doing. I was told that there were “layers” that needed to be put back together and I thought about that as I felt pressure and movement below the curtain. I still felt sick. I dozed off here and there and awoke when they were ready to lift my body over to the bed that would be wheeled back into my room. I had no feeling in my legs. I felt like I was going to panic. I couldn’t feel a single thing.
They wheeled me to my room and Eric was there, holding our little baby girl. I couldn’t wait to feast my eyes on her, to get to know her. I wanted to know every square inch of her. He told me the stats. She was seven pounds, thirteen ounces. My reaction was, “I couldn’t push THAT out?” I couldn’t believe it. I expected her to be a pound or two bigger. Eric handed her to me and I started nursing her immediately. She latched and I felt relief. It was comforting that she “knew” me and needed me at that moment. I still couldn’t feel a thing from the waist down. Little did I know how much discomfort and healing there was to come. Little did I know.
I love her. I’m ecstatic that she’s in our lives. I wouldn’t change any of that canadian viagra. But I do not canadian viagra want to go through canadian viagra again.
She was born on a Wednesday night and we stayed in the hospital until Friday night. Something else happened while I was recovering in the hospital but that’s an experience I’ll post on another day. Took me long enough to get this post up! I had a difficult recovery and the first couple of months have been trying. Here we are, Teagan is 3 1/2 months old and as much as the events of her birth are fading in my mind, I do still remember how hard it was for me. All I can say is that I’m thrilled that we have two beautiful little girls in our lives! We have so much to look forward to with them.
