Haha... I think a cheesy Carpenter's song is only appropriate for the title (I love the Carpenter's btw...)
This weekend we celebrated little one's first birthday... I know its so cliche but I can't believe its been a year! The time went by sooo fast!
I've never posted about his birth... at first it was too traumatic and then I got too busy...and here it is a year now.. .... so I'm going to share his birth story so that I have it for his record... I'll try to keep it brief-ish.
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Tuesday Sept 30 at my appt my doctor asked if I wanted to be induced on Thursday (her induction day) since my mom was coming in to town and we didn't want to waste any of the time I could use her help I told her yes! She said they would call me Wednesday to let me know if the hospital for sure had a spot for me. We decided not to tell any friends just in case I didn't happen... so nobody knew I was being induced.
Wednesday my mom was here and we did some last minute errands and went to lunch at the Olive Garden and I started to get really scared.
Got a call from the hospital that they were ready for me in the morning.
Wednesday night finished putting my hospital bag together and painted my toe nails... you know all the important things... can't give birth without cute toenails.
our last night before we officially become parents
Tried to go to bed by 9:00pm since I knew we'd have to be at the hospital early but got sucked in to a Criminal Minds marathon and didn't get to bed until after 11pm.
Got a call from my sister Emma at 12:30 saying that our sister in law Rebekah had just gone in to labor... (we knew we were due close to each other but I thought for sure I'd deliver before her since I was due first).
On Thursday October 2nd got up at four... showered, make up and ready by five to leave for the hospital.
headed to the hospital bright and early...
Checked in at 5:30... got settled in and IV'ed. Liked my nurses...
tried to take a nap... so didn't happen.... way too nervous.
At 7:00am there was a shift change and the new nurses came on shift and that's where it all went downhill...
I didn't like the new nurse at all... she wasn't warm or personable at all... at times we she was a little bit rude... I know she does this all day every day... but it was my first time and I was scared.
Around 10ish my brother David called to say that he and Rebekah had a baby girl... hooray! We were so excited!
It was mostly boring... I tried to sleep or watch TV but I was too anxious so I just mostly made small talk with my mom and Joey and waited for something to happened... I was on Pitocin but nothing was really happening.
Later they came in to do blood work and all that fun sort of stuff... its at that time that they tell me that I'm at a training hospital and they'd like their interns to be able to do the work but that the supervisor will there to watch and assist. Ok? In hindsight I should have run away as fast as I could.
It went something like this:
- The intern tried to take my blood five times and blew a vain before the supervisor stepped in. Why I ask you did it take FIVE TIMES before they said that was enough? I was so bruised.
- Took a different intern six times to do the catheter... I had SO many problems with that later!
- The training guy put the epidural in and had me all taped up when his supervisor told him he had it in a patch of blood vessels and needed to relocate it. So I had to do the epidural all over again. UGH.
The whole experience was bad. An hour or so after the blood they came in and broke my water to see if they could get things going.
I started moving and grooving... at point I'm at a seven and still didn't have my epidural in... I was trying to see how far I could get without an epidural. They finally said if I was going to do the epidural I should probably go ahead and get it since I was almost an eight.
Meanwhile the lame rude nurse was nowhere to be seen... any time we need ANYTHING we had to track her down. It was so annoying.
Finally I told my husband I was really uncomfortable and could he find the nurse and have her check on me.
She came and checked me and said it was time to get going... by this time its been ten hours and I was ready. They finished prepping the room and the last minute stuff.
The stupid lame nurse starts having me push and push and push and push and push and push and nothing... but I can tell somethings not right... the baby's heart rate on the monitor keeps dropping. I keep asking my mom and Joey what's going on because his heart rate will stop and then go and then stop and then go and it was freaking me out.
My doctor is out in the hall and keeps sticking her head in and the nurse tells her I'm not ready and that she'll call her when I am (three times!)... finally my doctor comes in and says she's staying until I'm ready. She can hear the heart beat on the monitor and hears it keep stopping and starting.
She goes over to the monitor and wants to know how long the heart rate has been down. The nurse mumbles something. And then all hell breaks loose. My doctor is mad. She moves the nurse out of the way and starts checking the baby... and starts yelling orders at people and everybody is running around and then I hear the dread C word.
By this time I've been in labor for forever and pushing for over an hour. She says that the baby has turned and that his shoulders are caught on the pelvic bone and that he's been in distress for too long so they're going to have to take him emergency C-Section. I'm crying and DO NOT want a c-section! They throw scrubs at Joey and tell him to get dressed. I'm grabbing my mom's hand telling her I don't want a c-section and that I'm scared.
They whisk me out of the room on the bed and take me to surgery. The surgery room doctor wants to know if my doctor wants him to call the anesthesiologist and my doctor wants to know how long it will take him to get there and the other doctor says 15 minutes and my doctor says there's no time.
I ask where my husband is and they say there's no time... they don't have time to drape me so they can't let him in. They put the mask on me and as I drift out of consciousness's I hear the doctors talking to each other and they say they've got to get this baby out now or they're going to lose him... I of course am not supposed to hear this... they thought I was already out... and that's the last thing I remember...
Meanwhile they've made my mom go back to the room.. they won't let her stand at the surgery doors with Joey. She's praying and pleading that the baby will be ok and has called all my siblings to pray for us.
Joey is at the surgery doors and people are rushing in and out and nobody will tell him what's going on. He says he's never been so scared.
I don't know what happens from there but at 4:34 our sweet little guy was born... they cleaned him up and had Joey meet them in the nursery and he got to spend the next three hours rocking and being with our little guy.
THANK GOODNESS my mom thought to take pictures despite all the chaos... and thanks to her I have pictures from the first few hours of baby boys life even though I didn't get to be a part of it.
It took them awhile to stitch me up...my c-section runs up and down instead of the bikini line cut... and then they rolled me back to my room.
Three hours later I woke up in the worst pain of my life. I can't take any NSAID's (Advil, IB Profin.... any anti-inflammatory) so I woke up with NO drugs in me. It was horrible. And then when the fogginess went away enough for me to realize where I was I had no idea if my baby had made it or not which is a horrible feeling. My mom was there and told me that he was perfect and wonderful and healthy and that he was in the nursery with Joey.
They got some drugs in me and I fell back asleep.
I guess my mom went and got Joey because he came in shortly after and gave me a kiss and told me we had a beautiful son. They kept asking me if I wanted to see the baby and I was so out of it and hurting so bad that I kept telling them no. Finally my mom nodded to Joey to go get the baby... they brought him in and he was of course perfect. After all that we had been through... 10 years of infertility and a horrible delivery here was my beautiful, perfect son... and all was good in the world.
meeting little man for the first time
I ended up having to stay in the hospital for four days... I was having some problems and he wasn't nursing so they kept me until I was doing some better.
I didn't call anybody and let them know that he had been born until the third day because I was so sick and didn't feel up to visitors.
I'll spare you the details of the horrible nurse who came and yelled at me at 6am because my baby wasn't eating and losing weight because he wouldn't nurse and I needed to decide if I was going to bottle feed or try harder on the nursing...(TOTALLY not my fault... the lactation counselor was coming in every hour and the nursery told us NOT to feed him from a bottle. Ugh.) She was mean... but the other nurses were awesome and amazing and made up for the mean nursery nurse and the stupid labor and delivery nurse.
Finally they released us and we came home and settled in to life with our new baby.
Ok, so the story didn't turn out to be brief... but its recorded... this last year has been awesome and I love this little guy more than anything in the whole world!
