I kind of typed out what all happened for a message board I am on so I figured I would just copy and paste here too 🙂
I got my pitocin in at about 1130…got my epidural a couple hours later…by 9ish I was about 8cm and they could feel his face. He was looking STRAIGHT out. Not the best but not horrible. His heart rate was dipping a lot so they put a catheter in to add more fluid hoping that would keep the contractions from squishing him too much. After they did that I started feeling pressure and the need to push BAD. It was NOT a fun feeling. After a few contractions like that I felt him move a bit and was hoping that was him turning his head down do the top came out first…then more heart rate drops. THEN the couldn’t find one at all. They moved the monitor all over my belly really fast and then rushed in the ultrasound machine to try to see one on the monitor. Nothing. That was at 10:38pm.
Next I hear “Get her to the OR” and after that I was freaking out a ton. They were ripping all of my monitors off and unplugging me as they pulled my bed out of the room and RAN me down the hall. They moved SO fast. I was still pretty much in shock at everything and so scared. They got me to the OR and moved me over to the other bed. After that they found his heart rate again and it was pretty good so they decided to check one more time to see if I could deliver without a csection. When they checked me his feet were already coming out! Mr Head Down the WHOLE time FLIPPED at the last second. I ended up (with the help of a few nurses practically jumping on my stomach) being able to push him out without a csection. He was born at 10:46pm. That all happened in about 8 minutes. Of course they ran him to the next room so fast that I couldn’t hear or see him and that scared me more than the past 8 minutes did. It felt like Thomas and I waited a really long time before the nurse came back in to tell us he was breathing on his own! And then asked if we could hear him crying. She was my new favorite nurse and I couldn’t stop crying.
I got back to my room before they were ready to take him to the NICU so they stopped and rolled him in for us to see before they did. His legs and one arm were purple and swollen from being yanked out so fast. I couldn’t even see his face yet because one of the peds had the little air pump mask over his face. They took him to the NICU from there and it was about 3am before Thomas and I could go down to see him. He was 5lb 8oz and 17.75 inches long! MUCH bigger than I thought he’d be and I am SO so thankful for my time on bed rest stuffing my face!
After lots of tests and a blood transfusion, some antibiotics, and the light therapy for jaundice he is doing awesome! He had his last day of antibiotics today and a couple more days of the lights before they will put him in a regular crib and hopefully not much longer before he can come home.
Thomas brought Layla up last night and she saw him for the first time. She is TOTALLY in love and so proud to be the big sister!
The whole experience was insane. I still can’t believe it happened to ME. It was such a movie moment.
We checked in to the Ronald McDonald house last night and I am SO tired. It’s just me up here (in Birmingham, 3hrs from home) so Thomas and Layla can both go to school. I am SO tired. I have been pumping and taking milk over to the nursery. I feel like I don’t have time for anything else. I pump and walk it over and its not a short walk! Thankfully the hospital is all connected by little walk through bridges so at least most of my walk is inside. After he eats and I hang out with him for a bit its time to walk back, pump, get some food for me, and do the whole thing over again! Can NOT wait to be home!