I am a mother
Long , long boring tale. I will hide it under a cut as soon as I remember how...
Can't believe that it was last Sat when I was admitted to the hospital. How things have changed since.
Last Sat morning I was having what felt like menstrual pains- again! They didn't hurt that much which is why I didn't take them too seriously at first. I told Curtis about them in the morning. He happened to be at his friends house a few blocks away and checked up to see how I was doing. I told him I was still having the cramping. He told me it didn't seem right and he should take me to the hosptial. I told him no, stay over his friends house...I was the nurse and I would kno when I needed to go.
A few minutes later Curtis is at the door telling me to get in the car.
So I oblige thinking they will probably tell me to go home. Well, I get checked. THis time I am 4 cm dilated.....70% effaced. And I am bleeding.
I am hooked up to fetal heart rate monitors and a monitor for the contractions and given an IV of mag sulfate to stop them since I am only 33 weeks and a day!
Although...I continue to tell the doctor I didn't feel any contractions, just some mild cramping, the monitor says otherwise.
I am placed on strict bedrest while in the hospital. I can't even go to the bathroom because everytime I even elevate myself, turn around...the fetal heart rate drops and the monitor goes crazy! I have to use a stinky commode!!! UGH!!!!
So Sat night turns into Sun, Curtis stays with me throughout the whole ordeal. Mon I am feeling better. Contractions have stopped...or so the monitor says. Fetal heart rate is ok. No more dilating or effacing. Doctor says I might be able to go home soon. I tell Curtis he can go and I will call him when I find out when I am to be released.
Mon night doctor comes in and says I will be released on Tues morning, with orders for bedrest. I feel like jumping for joy, but instead I decided to finally use the bathroom like a normal person and take a shower.
As soon as I finish taking my shower I go to call Curtis to tell him to come pick me up tomorrow. As I talk to him, I feel all this wetness on my sheets and it won't stop. It's clear, no smell, and it is flowing out of me like Niagara Falls. I tell Curtis maybe the plans have changed and he says he is going back to the hospital.
Yes, I am a nurse..but not ob/gyn and I do indeed panic! I ask for the nurse and tell her that I think my water broke. A few nurses and doctors rush in and confirm. I am now 6 cm dilated and
almost 100% effaced...with no contractions.
A quick ultrasound confirms that baby is breech. I will need to have a c-section. Not what I wanted at all. But there is no choice.
I am hysterical and crying...not composed at all. I just remember shaking the entire time as I was given the spinal. The nurses and doctors were great, reassuring me that everything would be allright.
All I kept thinking was: It's too early! I'm not ready! I hate pain! I don't want to be cut!I am so ashamed to say I was thinking more of myself than even my unborn baby at the time.
Curtis just happened to arrive on time. He was in scrubs. Rubbing my forhead and telling me everything would be ok.
ALot if pretty hazy after that. I can remember some pulling or pushing but that's about it. No pain...yet.
After a few minutes I was told the baby was out but I don't hear the cry. I start to worry and that's when I heard a baby crying. I still was having a hard time comprehending that I had just given birth. It didn't seem real!
So Tues the 23rd at 12:27, my son was born!
My baby was taken to the Nicu and I was taken to recovery where they pumped me full of Morphine.
I will stop here now and continue later. So many emotions ran through me after birth that I will save them for my next journal entry to properly do them justice now that you all know the hows and whys of my son's birth. Be back tomorrow, hopefully with a pic!
Can't believe that it was last Sat when I was admitted to the hospital. How things have changed since.
Last Sat morning I was having what felt like menstrual pains- again! They didn't hurt that much which is why I didn't take them too seriously at first. I told Curtis about them in the morning. He happened to be at his friends house a few blocks away and checked up to see how I was doing. I told him I was still having the cramping. He told me it didn't seem right and he should take me to the hosptial. I told him no, stay over his friends house...I was the nurse and I would kno when I needed to go.
A few minutes later Curtis is at the door telling me to get in the car.
So I oblige thinking they will probably tell me to go home. Well, I get checked. THis time I am 4 cm dilated.....70% effaced. And I am bleeding.
I am hooked up to fetal heart rate monitors and a monitor for the contractions and given an IV of mag sulfate to stop them since I am only 33 weeks and a day!
Although...I continue to tell the doctor I didn't feel any contractions, just some mild cramping, the monitor says otherwise.
I am placed on strict bedrest while in the hospital. I can't even go to the bathroom because everytime I even elevate myself, turn around...the fetal heart rate drops and the monitor goes crazy! I have to use a stinky commode!!! UGH!!!!
So Sat night turns into Sun, Curtis stays with me throughout the whole ordeal. Mon I am feeling better. Contractions have stopped...or so the monitor says. Fetal heart rate is ok. No more dilating or effacing. Doctor says I might be able to go home soon. I tell Curtis he can go and I will call him when I find out when I am to be released.
Mon night doctor comes in and says I will be released on Tues morning, with orders for bedrest. I feel like jumping for joy, but instead I decided to finally use the bathroom like a normal person and take a shower.
As soon as I finish taking my shower I go to call Curtis to tell him to come pick me up tomorrow. As I talk to him, I feel all this wetness on my sheets and it won't stop. It's clear, no smell, and it is flowing out of me like Niagara Falls. I tell Curtis maybe the plans have changed and he says he is going back to the hospital.
Yes, I am a nurse..but not ob/gyn and I do indeed panic! I ask for the nurse and tell her that I think my water broke. A few nurses and doctors rush in and confirm. I am now 6 cm dilated and
almost 100% effaced...with no contractions.
A quick ultrasound confirms that baby is breech. I will need to have a c-section. Not what I wanted at all. But there is no choice.
I am hysterical and crying...not composed at all. I just remember shaking the entire time as I was given the spinal. The nurses and doctors were great, reassuring me that everything would be allright.
All I kept thinking was: It's too early! I'm not ready! I hate pain! I don't want to be cut!I am so ashamed to say I was thinking more of myself than even my unborn baby at the time.
Curtis just happened to arrive on time. He was in scrubs. Rubbing my forhead and telling me everything would be ok.
ALot if pretty hazy after that. I can remember some pulling or pushing but that's about it. No pain...yet.
After a few minutes I was told the baby was out but I don't hear the cry. I start to worry and that's when I heard a baby crying. I still was having a hard time comprehending that I had just given birth. It didn't seem real!
So Tues the 23rd at 12:27, my son was born!
My baby was taken to the Nicu and I was taken to recovery where they pumped me full of Morphine.
I will stop here now and continue later. So many emotions ran through me after birth that I will save them for my next journal entry to properly do them justice now that you all know the hows and whys of my son's birth. Be back tomorrow, hopefully with a pic!