I mentioned in my last post some of the things we went through last year and how we still had one more major thing to go through for 2012. As briefly as I can, I want to share my sweet baby girls birth story. :)
I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes from the very beginning of my pregnancy and almost from the start was on insulin at night. Other than normal pregnancy symptoms and the gd, I had a fairly uneventful pregnancy. Watching my diet closely, I lost weight and really only gained 4 lbs throughout the whole 9 months. Because of the gestational diabetes my Dr. didn't want me to go over 39 weeks for fear of the baby being too big. All my other babies were born at 39 weeks with no problems, so I was totally comfortable when it came time for the day Marlee was to be born.
David and I arrived at the hospital very early in the morning and got settled into my room. My sweet nurse came in and hooked me up with no problems and started me on the pitocin drip. One of my Drs partners came in and tried to break my water but couldn't, so she ordered me to stay on the drip for a little longer to see if that would get little miss to drop some and get the delivery process going. After a little while, my Dr. came in and also tried to break my water. I'm not going to lie, it felt like she was crammer jamming her hand up in my lady business and it hurt....hurt like all get out!! After what seemed like an eternity, she was finally able to break my water and I thought to myself.....ok, here we go. Contractions will start to get harder and harder and I'll wait till I'm at about 5cm and then ask for my epidural. At this point I was still at 1 to 1 1/2 cm so I had a long way to go. The nurse stayed with me constantly checking on things, watching the monitor etc. After a little while she decided to check me and I had only dilated from 1 1/2 cm to 2 cm. We were both stumped. At this point, I should have already dilated to a 3 or 4. I was tolerating the contractions with my breathing and somehow my nurse misunderstood me and went ahead and ordered my epidural. I was thrown off because I wasn't really ready for it but went ahead and said, "why not? go ahead". It was a blessing in disguise. In the past, the nurses have always made David leave the room while the anesthesiologist put in the epidural but this time they said he could stay. He got one look at that needle and the guy putting it in my back and David had to walk out of the room. It made him so lightheaded and this was with him *sitting* in a chair.
The epidural was in and I settled back to rest before I had to deliver. My dad and step mom were there in the room and we were talking and laughing. I noticed that my right side was completely numb but I could still feel my left side. It was definitely different from the four previous epidurals I had had with the other babies. I mentioned it to my nurse and she assured me that it would eventually fix itself. She even had me roll over to my left side so gravity would pull it to the left side. She was constantly watching the monitor for my contractions and baby girls heartbeat. After laying like that for a while, she decided to check me to see how much I had progressed. My dad and step mom went out of the room. My nurse was in the middle of checking me and her face turned to a serious worried look. She pushed a button and literally within seconds, 10 nurses rushed in the room. Just sitting here typing this has me in tears because I remember it as if it were yesterday.
She looked at one of the other nurses and said, "I think she has a prolapsed chord and I want you to check to make sure what I am feeling", so she took her hand out from down there and the other nurse inserted hers, felt around and said definitely yes. I didn't know what that meant and so I asked what was going on. They told me that I was going to have to have an emergency C-section. At that point my Dr. rushed in and told me the same thing. I have NEVER in my life seen her so serious. I started to cry and they told me that it would be ok but they had to do this because her umbilical chord was starting to come out before she was and her head was laying on it which was cutting off her air and blood supply. I was terrified and immediately started praying that God would protect our baby girl. Within minutes I was being rolled into the OR with the second nurse laying at me feet (I was holding onto her legs) and her hand still inserted holding up Marlee's head. Everyone was rushing around and I could see them and could hear their serious tone. They let David get scrubbed in and he was by my side. I kept telling them that I could feel my left side. I could feel them prepping my stomach for the incision. I could feel them tugging at my skin and them starting to cut and I was yelling "Ow,ow,ow, I can feel it!". The next thing I knew, everything went white and silent. I couldn't see anything or hear anyone.
I remember praying in my head for God to please protect Marlee and my Dr's hands. And then my mind went crazy. All I saw was white everywhere and my mind was jumping from corner to corner over and over as fast as it could. Crazy as it sounds, it was almost like I was moving back and forth in my mind at the speed of light. Unless you have been through it, there is no way to fully describe the intensity of what I was experiencing. I remember feeling scared because I had never experienced anything like that before. I didn't know if I was dying or not. It seemed like I was in that state for forever. At some point, my eyes started to open. Everything was kinda blurry and I remember looking over to my left and I saw David sitting there texting on his phone. I remember saying "Just go ahead and suck the fat out" (LOL) and then I went back out. Then I remember being cold and being rolled down a hallway to another room and was back out. I don't know how long I was out but woke up to my family in my room looking at me. I was glad to be somewhat awake and to see people's faces that I knew and loved.
I didn't know if my baby girl was ok or not. I missed her birth, missed seeing her for the first time as she came out.....I missed everything. :-( After talking about what happened with David, he told me that he had never seen my Dr. be so in charge and so commanding and serious. He told me that I was laying there the whole time with my eyes and mouth wide open and my Dr asked the anesthesiologist if I was breathing. He didn't answer. She then yelled "Is she breathing?". I must have looked like death. Obviously I was breathing but it must have worried her.
We asked the anesthesiologist what it was that he gave me to knock me out and he said Ketamine. Per the Dr, that is a form of LSD. Well, let me tell you, I don't see how druggies take that stuff. It was crazy and I did not like how it made me feel and how it made my mind act.
The emergency C-section has been the most traumatic event of my life so far. BUT God is good and heard my prayers. After coming to, I got to see my sweet little surprise baby. She was good. She was precious. She was a blessing! She was 7lbs of pure sweetness!!
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