July 20, 2016

12 Oct

I’ve had a hard time starting up my blogging again since our baby was born 12 weeks ago today. But while he takes a nap today I decided I wanted to get going again. Not everyone will be interested in this post as it is the story of our sons birth. Life’s a little different these days and right now I just want to document what speaks to me.

This story actually starts the day before, July 19, 2016. In the last month or so of pregnancy I began heading to my regular OBGYN appointments and coming out worried about my increasing blood pressure.  At my appointment on July 15th the doctors decided to send me to the Florida Hospital triage center to check for preeclampsia.  After spending the afternoon in triage, they send me home as my blood pressure stabilized and I showed no other symptoms of preeclampsia.  But I didn’t feel good. So every day that weekend I had my blood pressure checked and sure enough, it stayed high and kept me worrying.

So Monday I called our doctors office and was able to schedule an appointment for Tuesday for a blood pressure check.  As I suspected, it was still high (the numbers at this point have left my brain but they were in the 140/100 range). They went ahead and sent me back to triage.  Instead of going through the same battery of tests as they had the Friday before, after monitoring my blood pressure for an hour, they went ahead and admitted me to have the baby.

My worst fears before going into labor was having to be induced because I have heard so many stories of friends being induced and being in labor for 24 hours or more. I had a whole labor plan, I was going to walk around, dance with Britton, bounce on a ball, take a show.  I spent some time doing those things. I bounced on an exercise ball for almost two hours as Britton and I watched TV and movies.  Mom brought us dinner as I was able to eat until I got an epidural.  Everything was going relatively smoothly.  On top of the high blood pressure I also had group B strep during pregnancy, that while totally normal in a woman, can be fatal if passed to the baby during delivery. While they were pumping me with fluids and meds for induction, they were also pumping antibiotics into my body every 4 hours. That was the most uncomfortable part of the beginning of my labor experience. All in all, the first few hours were uneventful. I felt pretty good.  Only minor pain from contractions and I was feeling pretty good.

In the middle of the night the contractions started to get steadier and more painful. I asked my nurse if I could take a shower to relax… That’s when I learned that my birth plan went right out the window the moment I was admitted with high blood pressure. I had no idea that the monitors I was hooked up to meant I could not do most of the things I had hoped to do to help me through the labor pains. I was bed bound. And I didn’t event know it! So when things got bad at around 3 am, and I couldn’t take the contraction pains any longer, I went ahead and got the epidural that I was putting off.  I didn’t want to be bed bound so I didn’t start with any pain relievers.  But now I knew, there was no point in going through the pain if I was bed bound anyway.

The epidural allowed me to get some sleep so we did that until the bright sun was shining in our room.  The morning through the early afternoon during labor was very uneventful. What really sucked was no eating or drinking. At about 3 pm the doctor on call went ahead and broke my water as labor was progressing relatively slowly. At that point I started to get antsy.  We are talking, 24 hours into my labor experience. My nurse reconfigured my bed so that I would be sitting almost upright to help move the baby down the birth canal. At about 6 pm is when I started to lose my mind. There was a pinch in my right hip that made me begin to feel contractions on that side. I was hungry and thirsty and no amount of popsicles or ice chips were going to satisfy me. I had my first ever panic attack.

Britton did his best to calm me down but we called the nurse and she hooked me up to oxygen so I could catch my breath.  She moved my bed back into a lying down position and although I was exhausted, I was feeling a little better.  Sitting upright for a few hours DID help move the baby into position.  After my panic attack things seemed to speed up and by 10 pm we were ready to go.

We didn’t realize it until I began to push that our baby boy was facing sideways and had his head cocked in the canal.  He was stuck.  I spent half an hour pushing in the traditional lying on your back position before the nurses and the doctor made the decision to start having me flip from side to side to move him into position.  I spent 15 minutes pushing on my left side and 15 minutes pushing on my right side. And then we were ready. They moved me back to my back and in my first push baby boy was in the arms of my doctor and soon on my chest!

Wow.

After 33 hours of labor, Raynor Eden Wall was born at 11:03 pm on July 20, 2016. He weighed 6 lbs 10 oz, 20 inches long, and absolutely perfect!

I had a hard labor. It took 33 hours (and I tore in 4 places!!) But I wouldn’t change it for the world. We brought into this world the most amazing little boy and we can’t wait to see who he becomes!

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2 Responses to “July 20, 2016”

  1. Wylly October 12, 2016 at 9:42 pm #

    Congratulations BUGG 🎉! What an amazing accomplishment… you are superwoman indeed!

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