Did my title get you? I’ve been meaning to write this post for awhile now, but I just haven’t had the time. My birth story. Everyone has one, and some are what they planned, some are nothing like they planned. I fell into that second category having my baby boy two months early.
The thing is, I was obsessed about NOT going early. People kept telling me I looked like I was going to pop, and it really hit home. I knew I was measuring big, and I truly truly wanted to go around my due date for MANY reasons, in May. Somehow though, inside my subconscious, I knew I was going to have the baby early, because I was scared of it more then anything.
In fact, at my 30 week appointment, the gyno thought I was measuring more like 34 weeks, and sent me for an ultra sound. Everything on the ultra sound looked great. There were NO signs of preterm labor, and I was measuring above average, but nothing to be scared bout. So I felt confident that I would keep this baby in until my due date, but a week and a half after that ultra sound, my labor started.
It was Tuesday night 3/8/16. I was at work, WDHA, and even joked to my coworker that very day that my water would probably break while I was on the air…..in May. I had exercised right up to this day, but nothing crazy. I kept my exercising light to walking/yoga. I had been feeling a week prior to this day REALLY pregnant. I told Mike I didn’t know how I was going to make it until May. I had lower pelvic pain, I could barely walk, and felt a ton of pressure, even though I had a good ultra sound….
It was about 8:15pm that Tuesday night I started to feel cramps. I googled it of course, and just thought my body was doing “something”. But, when I went to the bathroom, I saw what looked like the start of my period. I had never seen any blood during my entire pregnancy, so of course I FREAKED. I called my gyno who gave me two choices. I could “sit it out and drink fluids”, or come in and get monitored. I wasn’t playing games, and I made the decision to go to the hospital right away. This decision little did I know probably saved my baby’s lungs, because I was given two steroid shots at the hospital “incase” I went into preterm labor, for Parker’s lungs. If I had waited it out, I may not have had time to get those shots. Parker was off his C-Pap in the NICU on day 2. I like to think I had something to do with that.
I called my boss, husband, and a part-timer. My part-timer got to WDHA in 15 minutes, and my husband and I headed to the hospital.
I got hooked up to the monitoring machines and my cramps (contractions) were really painful. It was about 9:15pm Tuesday night 3/8/16. They told me that my cervix was thin, but also closed and way back. I had “hope”, that I was not going into labor. They mentioned the word NICU, and told me someone would talk to us, and I thought they were crazy. I was not having this baby yet. My childbirth classes were starting that weekend, I had 100 things to do before the baby was born (I still do), my baby shower was two weeks later, this was not happening to me, I thought. They gave me magnesium to keep the contractions at bay. Magnesium was AWFUL. I felt like I had the flu and after being admitted, just stared at the wall, called to the nurse to help me every hour or two, and was scared out of my mind. My husband was able to fall asleep, but I stared at the wall, all night…..
The next day was kind of a blur, I had been awake all night and was left on the magnesium until Wednesday really late at night. They kept me on it, to see if my contractions would subside. I got my second steroid shot that night and figured I’d be going home Thursday morning. I had been on magnesium for 24 hours, my contractions were definitely at bay, but my cervix was getting more thinned out……They took me off of the magnesium Wednesday really late at night, and five minutes later, the contractions came back…..They came back with a vengeance actually and were EXTREMELY painful. I asked for something, anything, to help me get some sleep and deal with the pain, but they couldn’t give it to me because they needed to see if I was truly going into labor. I was told not to go to the bathroom because I could have a baby on the toilet!!!????
At this point, I was starting to dilate, I was 100% effaced, the contractions were every 2-5 minutes, and I was in serious, serious pain. I hadn’t slept since Monday night, my emotions, my mind, everything was weighing on me. I was told I was going to have the baby later that day. It was too late to call anyone, but we did when the day light hit. I started to surrender, because I had to. I went into survival mode. I had come to the hospital two days prior thinking I’d be leaving quickly after, but nope I was still here, and going to have the baby sometime later that day. I went to the hospital Tuesday 3/8/16, and left Saturday 3/12/16. Actually, I left for work on Tuesday 3/8/16, and didn’t return until that Saturday….
To be continued……
Namaste, and Rock on!