Well, I had went in for my weekly doctor appointment with my Gynecologist, to check on the progress of my baby on the 13th. I had a weird feeling every since I had woke up that morning. The first thing I told my mother, was to put the Car Seat in the car, the next before I left the house, I wanted to grab the partly packed bag for the hospital stay, but since it wasn't finished, I didn't. We drop my father off at dialysis, and head to see my doctor. When we got into the office, I got this weird feeling, and I actually asked my mom to take me home. When the nurse called me back and weighed me, I had gained 6 more pounds, and now weighed 199, when my pre-pregnancy weight was 118. I wasn't feeling real great, and they did the standard procedure of checking my blood pressure, which they told me was unusually high. The nurse told me not to be surprised if the doctor told me to go to the hospital, and while waiting, I actually had a panic attack. The doctor came in, looked at the sheet the nurse gave him, and told my mother to get me to the hospital as soon as possible, and to go home to get my hospital stay stuff after I was admitted.
So, we went in through admission, and my mom wheeled me up to the maternity floor, where they had me change into the gown, and tried to start an IV to be induced. I had to have 6 IVs. They tried my hands first, and both veins blew, then they tried one in my arm, that worked for a couple of hours, till it infiltrated and the fluid began to seep under my skin, and my arm really swelled, so they moved to my left arm, blew two more veins in that arm, and moved up again to a different vein in my left hand that finally worked, but it was very uncomfortable, and so were all the positions I had to lay in for them to hear my baby's heartbeat on the monitor. None of the positions I was comfortable in, could hold her heartbeat. I actually looked forward to going to the restroom, just to get out of bed and walk around.
Apparently too, I was having contractions, but never felt much pain at all. Probably the only good thing to come out of that night. They came in and asked me about pain medication, and I had to think about it for a while. The exams they did to make sure I was dilating were more painful than the contractions I was having, so I ended up going with an epidural, just to not have to feel that, and I will admit that was very nice, especially since my cervix was so high up, and the nurses spent a lot of time trying to find it, but I also didn't wanna take any of the epidural medicine unless I needed it, so there was still an option of birth without pain meds. I was four centimeters dilated for a really long time. I was way too nervous to sleep so they put medicine in my IV to help me sleep since I was going to need it. It was called staydol,or at least pronounced that way and it made me really spacey and drowsy. One funny thing from that night was my cousin who stayed with me at the hospital, along with my mother for the birth of the baby wanted to eat the pepperoni roll she had bought, but since I hadn't eaten since 9:30 am, she didn't wanna eat in front of me, and I was chowing down on a cup of chipped ice, and told her "Don't worry about it, I'm really enjoying ma ice." And we all busted up laughing. I got the staydol three times that night, because I was having pain in my back, really bad. I wasn't allowed to have any more because it made my baby really sleepy.
The next morning, the doctor who gave me my epidural came in to administer the medicine, only to discover the reason why my back hurt so bad was because my epidural had actually fallen out. So, they had to give me another one, which this time, tapped into my spinal fluid, which scared the crap out of me, and then they had to give me another one. The doctor told me I was going to need a blood patch, where they take two vials of my blood and inject it into the sight where the epidural hit spinal fluid.
My Gynecologist came in to see me about 11:30 am, and I was still 4cm dilated, and it had reached the 24 hour point. He then broke my water, which thanks to the epidural I didn't feel and they inserted a catheter since after they break your water, you are not allowed out of bed. The doctor told me if I didn't progress any farther, I would have to have a C-Section. It really bothered my mother and my cousin, who kept praying I would progress, but I took it fine, and was also being realistic too. Three hours past, and I listened to two other babied being born to women who arrived the same time I did. I was a little bit jealous, I will admit. They checked me again, and still no change past 4cm, and they began to prep me for the surgery. They put more medicine in my epidural, and I was wheeled away for the surgery. I kept my eyes closed since they took my glasses and I couldn't see anyway, and rolled me onto the surgery bed, and strapped me down. I was still unnaturally calm the whole time. After they finished prepping me, they brought my mother in, who held my hand, and it was unfortunately the hand that had the IV in it so she had to be careful.
The doctor made the incision, and it all went downhill from there. I felt it, and I don't mean the pressure, I felt the pain from the incision, and the ripping of my layers to get to my cervix to get my baby out. I was in a lot of pain, and the doctors and nurses were not even listening to me. I told them I felt it, and they told me it was normal to feel pressure. It took my mother saying something to them to get them to listen, because my my mother told me, I squeezed her hand so hard, I almost broke it, and it was actually cutting off the flow of the IV, and my mom said it looked like my eyes were about to bulge out of my head. They forgot about the epidural, and gave me general anesthesia. I was really tripy for the rest of it, and do not remember too much. I came back around midway through the surgery, to have a sort of out of body experience. I heard my baby cry, but it sounded really echoy and really far away, I heard the doctor ask my mom if she wanted to hold my baby, and my mother saying yes, then I was out of it again, until they wheeled me to the recovery room. My baby girl Kimberly Rose was born at 4:09 PM on 08/14/09, and was 8lbs 11 ounces, and was 20 inches long. She has the most adorable chubby cheeks.
I tried to nurse Kimmy with no luck, and the nurse had to hold her up for me, because I was in way to much pain to hold her, and I was also trying really hard to let the nurse know I was in severe pain and wanted something for it. My Aunt who showed up, had the audacity to tell me I would get over it while I was in so much pain I wanted to cry, but that hurt too much. I was given some more medicine that made me fall asleep for a couple more ours. I wasn't allowed to sit up much thanks to the blood patch, and couldn't get out of bed so they drained my bladder with the catheter for the next 24 hours. All small movements hurt really bad, and the closest thing I got to holding my baby, was someone sitting next to me, and having Kimmy hold my finger. The next morning, they removed the catheter, and had me get up to go to the bathroom. I wasn't allowed up without assistance from a nurse, and they made me walk the hallways twice. It felt like my insides were trying to come out the incision, and I had such a big gas bubble under my ribs I couldn't breath, and no amount of walking made it come up. They helped me get a shower, and I changed into a nighty I brought from home. The shower felt real nice since I hadn't had one in three days. I had some people visit me, the food was nasty, and I ended up having to bottle feed Kimberly since I was high risk for Postpartum Depression. I was only able to walk when I had my pain medicine, and it wasn't much. I wasn't able to get up to go get her to feed her, and my mother had to change her diapers. I would have been in so much trouble if my mother wasn't there, but it's normal for women with C-Sections to need a lot of help. The last two nights we had Kimmy sleep in the nursery, so we could get some well needed recovery sleep.
On Monday I finally got to got to go home. They took 18 staples out of the incision, and showed my mother how to clean it since I cannot even see it. I'm still not fully able to walk very well, or go up and down stairs too too much yet, and I'll probably be on a lot less.
Kimberly and I in our going home clothes!
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