All right. Heeere goes. Though I did share with Jamie a bit of mine before
Here's for the rest of you <3
Okey doke. Well my due date had passed, and that was the 22nd of February. Here I am going to my appointment for the 26th, hoping for some sort of news of when they could tell me to go in. What they could tell me was going on with my baby (In which I didn't know was a girl). My mother thought that I had been going in for a C-Section, and actually thought I'd be going in that very day. That morning- about six- I woke up from some cramping in my stomach. I thought maybe I'd been dehydrated, so I drank some water. It went away for a few minutes. Then it would come back here and there. I kept up with the water...
Anywho, before my appointment, I thought maybe I had felt some sort of trickle while in my dining room, only I wasn't sure. I told my boyfriend I'd be right back, and went into the bathroom... (Yes, entertaining lol) Going to that appointment that day had been my boyfriend Kyle, my sisters Mary and Dawn (Dawn- who had her baby not too long ago too. In January), and my mother. Kyle's mother met me at the doctor's with a present already o.O, a girl's one. Even though I'd told people I would rather wait until after to be completely sure. She always thought herself to be right, like with a lot of things. Anyway, they all sat out in the waiting room, and I had gone through going to the very top floor to have the appointment, and then the ultra-sound after. But they ended up switching me to going back downstairs, since it would make more sense to see my doctor afterwards.
Going through the ultra-sound, I found out she still wasn't low enough, though she was positioned downward. The woman gave me the paperwork (After being dizzy from laying too long), and I saw a spot on them that said something about low... whatever. Kyle knew, and told me that meant I had low amniotic fluid. I just shrugged it off, went out to the waiting room, and headed upstairs where I was hooked to a monitor to check for contractions. None. Then I was scheduled to meet with my doctor straight after. She checked my cervix, and told me I hadn't been dilated still. That the baby was still up there and not quite low enough. She had also told me that I pretty much had no fluids left, and asked if I remember my water breaking that day at all. I hadn't. She looked at me and said, "So you know what that means, right?" Shaking my head, she goes on, "You have to have a C-Section. That baby has
to come out. Because what's wrong is you have no fluids left, and the baby needs those fluids to survive. What we're going to do is send you in to the hospital today, and they'll hook you up." My mother sat in the appointment with me, as did Kyle. So everyone else waited. I was nervous as EVER. She told me since I ate something that day at about eight in the morning, I would have to wait eight hours until the operation to make sure there was no food in my system, so nothing would come up during.
We went out and told everyone else- or so I did. We were all trying to plan on what to do. My mother was going to go back to my house to get my papers and such, and Kyle's mother was going to bring me to the hospital, and everyone else was going to meet me there after being hooked up and the such. I really wish my mother brought me that day. My doctor wanted me to go straight there, but Kyle's mother decided she wanted a coffee at Dunkin Donuts, and wasn't going to leave the Dunkin' parking lot until Kyle would go back inside and have them fix it to be extra light o.O That wasn't where it ended. She drove to a convenience store to get cigarettes, but had Kyle go in at that time too. I wanted to get to the hospital before everyone else. Luckily my doctor's office was in the same town as the hospital, and these places where too. Yet, I was eager and nervous at the same time. A whole bunch of mixed things.
FINALLY I got to the hospital, and they hooked me up, asked me questions, and I waited for my mother to get there. When she did, they allowed me to have her, my sister, Kyle, and Kyle's mother in the room (Which made me upset because she brought in food, and I wasn't going to have food or anything to drink for the rest of the day pretty much). First they had scheduled me to go in at four, because that would have been eight hours after eating. Keeping in touch with people at my house by phone (My father had a back surgery last month, and he couldn't go too many places. Though he WOULD be by later with my other sisters, especially the one that was already at my appointment earlier with her daughter), unfortunately that day to have been scheduled two more times. They moved it then to five. The catheter was uncomfortable, but luckily that discomfort had gone by four. I just couldn't take the waiting. They told me since it "wasn't an emergency" it was "okay to get bumped a couple times." Even though we HAD to get her out.
The woman that would help deliver (Not my original doctor, but a woman that she works with) came in at some point to check my cervix, and she said I had been 1 CM dilated. She described to me that I would have had a low chance in having a normal delivery, and I would have had a very hard time, since the low fluids would have caused me to have dry birth.
We kept checking with the doctors to make sure the times hadn't changed. Then finally, it was changed to six fifteen. I hadn't gone in exactly at that time, but it was around it. The anesthesiologist had described to me the procedure before-hand so I knew what was going to be done to me. It was pretty scary, the waiting. When they gave Kyle scrubs to be in there with me, putting one of those hats on my head too, I knew that it was close. People had cameras ready. Kyle was taking in my mother's camera and his brother's girlfriend's (UNfortunately. Today I'm not having good connections with her, and neither his brother. Long story). A couple of the nurses had come in to take me to the operating room, everyone having to leave. Kyle had to wait to come in so they could prepare.
Sitting me on the table, they had me lean over and hug a pillow, while one of the women held me to the front so I woldn't fall, and the anesthesiologist could poke into my back. He told me that I was to expect a stinging for five seconds, only come to find, it wasn't as bad as I thought, and he said. Afterwards, he had to poke me over and over with an epidural (I think). I was SO sure I'd fall off the table.
Moving on, when done, they layed me down, and got Kyle into the room (The room was so cold, but it had to be) They had put the curtain over me, and I waited until the numbness completely took over. That is when I got sick and puked a few times. They had to keep switching towels under my head. Kyle had to be kept to the left side of me, and my arms were spread to each side. The curtain practically covered up to my neck. The doctors were great that day. Five minutes in, the anesthesiologist asked, "Is it okay if they start?" And I said yes. He was like, "That's okay. They already started five minutes ago." I was like, "Really?!" And he answered with, "Yes. They were poking around to make sure you couldn't feel anything." I thought it was funny, personally, which I knew he thought I'd think it was.
The doctors were great. They made me laugh, and feel better. As did Kyle to my side. The operation didn't take long. Before I knew it, after feeling only my body tugging side to side, the anesthesiologist said to me, "You'll have a baby here in five minutes or less." I looked at Kyle and asked him how he was feeling. He told me "Scared as hell." I just smiled. Nervous throughout the whole thing.
They then told me to expect some pressure on my chest, because that would help get the baby out. I did feel a WHOLE lot of pressure, but I wasn't caring, because I was so nervous and scared. They then told Kyle that there was a head poking up so far, and he could lean over to see it. He got excited and said, "Really?!" And they gave him the go ahead, even though he was already popped up and peeking over. He was amazed, I could tell. So not long after, they said the baby would be out in seconds. Pulling her out, they said what the ultra-sound had said about a girl was right! I was all excited. I heard crying here and there. And I looked to the side, trying to peek past the curtain as far as I can, and they allowed Kyle over to take pictures.
The part I hated was that I didn't get to see her long. They wiped her up, wrapped her, and brought her to me to give her a kiss on her head, though I got partially her eyelid, and that was mucus-like still. I didn't care about that either. I let it stay on my lips, because I was so happy. Kyle went with the nurse that had to take her to nursery to do further things, I suppose. I don't really know what. I was upset because they took her two minutes later, it seemed. That was only because they had to stitch me up. The thing about the nursery is, the waiting room for the Maternity Ward has a window you can see through to the Nursery, and everyone else was able to see her before me. For about twenty minutes or a half hour. Because everyone was getting pictures and seeing her more. I was too eager for them to end the stitching and such. When they were finally done, they switched me onto the bed, and after the nurse asked how I was, I told her that I was a bit upset because I didn't get to see my daughter much, and everyone else was seeing her longer. I knew it. That I wished we could have shown everyone together, and the curtains could have been shut before anyone COULD see. She said she didn't find that fair either.
After they switched me to the bed, they brought me back to my room, and gave it a half hour before anyone could see me. My daughter had been brought in to me minutes after settling in my room. They just had to finish up questions and give me time to recover.
People came in and out, of course my parents first. They were wonderful with her. Still are. <3 Especially my dad, who was upset about my situation in the first place and wouldn't talk about it until LATER in the prengnancy. I got emotional seeing them with her, and my sisters. Kyle's brother and girlfriend- eh. I didn't care much about (As mean as that sounds- they annoy me). At about ten or eleven they left. I have pictures and all. <3 I got to spend some time with my daughter, and the things I felt, I couldn't describe. I never stop thinking about that day. EVERYday I think about it, and today I think it's a wonder to be a mom, as tired as I get day after day. I can admit, I'd do it again.
If I have more to add, I'll add later. Autumn (My daughter) and I are going to get our pictures done.