I’ll start with Monday, April 13th. It was my birthday and just a regular ol’ Monday to me. Went to work, ate a great birthday lunch that consisted of a crepe sandwich and a berry smoothie. After work, Gene and I rushed off to Coldstone to claim our free birthday ice cream and then headed to the hospital for our last breastfeeding class that started at 7 PM. We got out of class sometime after 9:30 and got home around 10 PM. I got ready for bed quickly (without showering even) because I was so exhausted and knew I had to be at work in the morning. I think I got into between sometime between 10:45 and 11 PM. Gene stayed up and was watching a movie/tv show in the living room.
Sometime around 12 AM I woke up to turn from my left side to my right side to get more comfortable and I felt a very cold, wet feeling down yonder. I touched my hand to the back of my pants and they were SOAKED. I laid there wondering what exactly was happening and feeling so ashamed for having peed myself during my sleep. I got up to head to the bathroom and grabbed some new undies on my way. With every single step I took, I would feel tiny gushes of fluid coming out and so I eventually just kind of hopped to the bathroom as quickly as I could. I got there and changed my underwear and couldn’t even tell if it was urine or not. But at this point I wasn’t even questioning it, I just knew I had peed myself but couldn’t figure out why I was having such a hard time controlling my bladder.
I walked out of the bathroom and before I could even get out of the room, I was soaked again. I tried to sneak past Gene in the living room to get some new bed sheets out of the linen closet but he caught me. I told him I thought I had peed myself and was changing the bed sheets. He followed me into the bedroom and I realized that I wasn’t having that “urge to pee” feeling and that fluid was just coming out. Gene suggested that may be my water broke and that is when it hit me. That just MIGHT be it! It never even crossed my mind. Luckily I have an amazing husband who did not even hesitate whenever I held the wet bed sheets up to him and said “Smell this. Is it urine?”
I called L & D at the hospital and they told me to put a maxi pad on and walk around for an hour and if it is soaked, to come in and if not it is probably just urine. Well, I soaked through a couple pads in a matter of minutes so Gene and I began frantically packing our hospital bag. He was going to bring the camera and the video camera and our pillows and stuff but I told him not to because I was pretty sure they were just going to send us back home and I hated to have to load all of that in to the car and then come back home just to unload it all and be at work by 8 that morning. Huge mistake here. I later regretted this!
When I got to the hospital they put me in a birthing room, which I was thoroughly surprised at this. She did a swab test to check to see if it was amniotic fluid or not. When she went to check me she said I was 2cm dilated and my cervix was still hard. She went to call the on call doctor and came back to tell me that the on call doctor told her I could have an epidural whenever I wanted one (I wasn’t even contracting at this point) and that she would come start my pitocin drip after she checked on another patient. While she was gone I realized that what she had just said was nuts! First of all, why would they let anyone who is just 2CM dilated and not even contracting have an epidural so soon? Second of all, they don’t know what position my baby is in and they are ready to start a pit drip immediately?? Ugh.
So the nurse came back and I told her the baby had been transverse lie the entire pregnancy and I didn’t want to start a pit drip and end up with really painful contractions only to result in a c-section. They ordered an ultrasound. By this point it was probably nearing 6 AM so Gene ran home to grab our cameras and baby book and all of that fun stuff. They did an ultrasound while he was gone and surprise, she was now in a frank breech position. Silly booger moved, but not in the direction we wanted! The nurse called my OBGYN at 6:30 to let her know and by 7 AM they came in and told me my c-section would be at 9 AM. I called my job to tell them and then I called my mom to tell her.
All during this time, I was having pretty powerful contractions. I think they started around 4 AM and got progressively worse and by 8 AM I had just about had it. I knew I was having a c-section and felt like all of this laboring was an absolute waste of energy. I had only an HOUR of sleep that night and the contractions on top of that just weren’t working. Most of my contractions were in my really low abdomen and back and they had me stuck to the bed. Because my water broke and she was laying breech, they were afraid of having a cord prolapse so they made me stay on the bed. I was even having to bed-pan it. Ugh! Talk about pain. I would have been able to get through the contractions if I was able to get up and move around and get into different positions.
Gene showed up at 8 AM and when he walked into the room with our stuff, I told him the c-section was at 9. I could literally see the panic on his face. Worrying about not having the camera ready or being prepared for ANY of this. Not to mention, he looked utterly exhausted. Afterall, he had ZERO sleep the night before so I know he was just run down. He got into his scrubs and by 8:45 they were wheeling me down to the OR. I got into the OR and moved over onto the TINY and COLD table. The anesthesiologist came in and started prepping me for the spinal block. He got the spinal in and within’ minutes my legs were going numb. They finished prepping me and then let Gene come in and sit behind the curtain. I just told him I couldn’t believe any of this was happening and that we were going to meet Zoey in just a few minutes.
Once they had her out he went over to watch her be weighed and taken care of. When I finally heard her first cry, the tears started flowing and I couldn’t even believe any of this was happening. I felt like someone had squeezed my lungs and my heart really tight. I got a little shortness of breath for a second and I swear my heart grew 100 times. She was born at 9:20 AM and I believe the surgery started a little after 9.
Gene went with the nurses and Zoey to the nursery. They stapled me up and I was instantly wheeled back into my room. My mom called my cell phone around 10 AM and I talked to her. She was surprised that I was the one calling her. I was by myself in my room until about 11:30 when Gene finally came in to check on me. He then went back to the nursery and I think around 12 they brought Zoey in. It was SO amazing to get to hold her for the first time and get a really good look at her. The love I felt in that moment is indescribable.
The rest is history, I guess. We kept Zoey in our room at all times during our hospital stay. I checked in at 2:30 AM on Tuesday and we checked out around 6 or 7 PM on Friday. She was only going to the nursery when they needed to do weight checks, otherwise she stayed with us. We had a good time in the hospital. The time seemed to have flew right by us.
I was a little bummed to have a c-section.. Especially considering how much time Gene had invested into researching natural child birth for me. But there isn’t much to do about a breech baby, especially at the last minute when my water had broken. But apparently Zoey had a mind of her own and decided she wanted to be here 4 weeks early, regardless of how prepared or unprepared Mommy and Daddy were. But there are no words for how in love we both are with her. I don’t even mind the feeding every 2-3 hours. I don’t mind waking up to her little cries or the timer. I know I am going to get to hold her sweet precious little body and see her beautiful face again and that is what keeps me going.
Candy :: Apr.23.2009 ::
Baby, Zoey ::
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