So here it is almost a year later. After my last post just after Thanksgiving, things just kept getting worse. I was in and out of the hospital a few times. Primarily for pre-eclampsia. We managed to make it to 36 weeks and finally, I was induced.
December 7, 2007 – he arrived. 4 lbs, 14 oz and 17 inches long. Labor was twice as long as it was with my daughter but at only 4 and a half hours long… I can’t really complain! lol
I’l c & P the birth story here….
I went to the Dr Thursday and my bp was a little higher and protein in urine had increased from Monday. He sent me to the hospital for more labs and monitoring, and said he really thought it would just be best to go ahead and deliver but we’d decide when based on the lab results. I was in triage a few hourse and when the Dr on call came in she said ‘You again? That’s it. We’re getting this baby out so you can start feeling better’. That was Dr. S. Not my Dr but the one in his practice that I would prefer after him. I really like her. So we waited awhile for a room, got admitted and they inserted the Cervidal around 8:30 ish (the times are a bit fuzzy). I felt crampy most of the night but was able to get a little sleep. At 6, they removed the cervadil and checked my cervix. I think I was 2-3 at that point but baby was still high. They started pitocin at 7 and the contractions started almost immediately. They were pretty strong but bearable. Just coming back to back and with every contraction his heart rate would drop. Dr S and the nurse watched for about 20 minutes and decided he wasn’t tolerating the pitocin so it was time to stop. They inserted an internal monitor on him to be sure they were getting an accurate heartrate reading and broke my water. They explained that the type of decels he was having was indicative of a compressed cord or problems getting enough oxygen from the placenta. Because of that they started mentally preparing me for a ceserean which I really didn’t want. We labored about 2 hours before calling the anesthesiologist. Didn’t want to wait too long just in case an emergency arised. I wanted to avoid general anesthesia if I did end up with a ceserean. They got that in place and I dozed off and on for about an hour and half. V was there, along with my mom and dad. We were all just hanging out, trying to relax when I started feeling pressure with each contraction. I told the nurse and she guessed it was the baby beginning to move down. With the next contraction I felt it again and told her it was stronger and I almost felt as if my body was involuntarily pushing with it. She looked a little concerned but said she’d check in a few minutes. With the next one I felt him move way down. I rolled over on my back spread my legs and yelled at them that someone better look because he was there. The nurse was struggling to pull on a glove but he was already there. She yelled for the Dr but it didn’t matter. With the next contraction I felt the most incredible pressure and he simply slid out all on his own. I didn’t push at all. The nurse still had her hand near me so she reached for one shoulder while my mom reached for the other and eased him down on the bed. Mom is on cloud nine and enjoying being able to brag about delivering her own grandson! He was beautiful! The cord was too short for me to get to hold him before the placenta was delivered so they took to the warmer first to check him out. We were positioned where I couldn’t see him at all for almost 10 minutes. I saw the pictures V took before I ever saw him. It was alright though. I was juts happy he was healthy. The placenta was delivered and Dr. S commented that it was one of the tiniest ones she had ever seen in a baby of his gestational age. She kept it to send off for testing. Not sure what for but I’m interested in finding out at my follow up appt. They finally got a scale in the room to weigh him and he weighed in at 4 lbs, 14 oz. Just a tiny little thing. But he’s perfect!!
He had some issues with low blood sugar but that cleared up pretty quickly. Now we’re keeping an eye on jaundice. We had to take him back for more labs today and we’ll hear something tomorrow. He weighed in at 4 lbs 6 oz today.
Now indulge me while I quietly whisper… nursing is going much, much, much better than it did with Zoie. We have some issues and I’ll post more and ask some questions later but MY BOOBS ARE WORKING! Yay me!
