Archive | January 2012

The Princess Has Arrived

So once again it’s been a bit since I last posted but things got a little crazy. I remember writing about how I was going to start trying those ‘tips’ for encouraging labour from online… Never got to try any out.

Last Tuesday afternoon ‘C’ started his night shifts and a girl friend who is 16 weeks aong now in her pregnancy came over. We planned on watching a movie and having pizza and just gabbing and chatting obsessively about babies and pregnancy. We did all of those things, including joking about me going into labour while she was over or very soon anyways. This was decided to possibly happen soon since that morning I’d had a dream I had gone into labour and awoke in the push position. Weird I know.

Anyways, we spent several happy hours thusly and around 9pm she had to head home. I waddled with her to her car and told her to at least text me so I knew she arrived safely. Then I waddled, huffed and puffed my way up to the apartment. I puttered around and did a few dishes while feeling restless the whole time. I got a text around 9:30pm letting me know she was home safe and sound and we kept on texting. I was alos lying on the loveseat and surfing online when all of the sudden I felt a squirt between my legs. Anyone whose been very pregnant knows it can be hard to gauge bathroom necessity, so my first thought was ‘Oh no! I peed myself’. I jumped up and while trying to clench desperately and rush to the washroom it kept coming. While leaking through my second pair of panties I decided it was definately my water had broken, but I was still contraction free. As I mentioned in previous posts I`ve not had the easiest pregnany so I called ‘C’ and got his voicemail. I hung up and sent him a text saying ‘I think my water broke’ and while waiting for a reply called the hospitals materinty triage.

The triage took my information and number and said the Dr would call me back with what they wanted me to do. While I waited ‘C’ walked in the door, aqbout 7 minutes after I sent the text. My first thought was ‘Wow, that was quick getting home’. So I asked if he’s gotten my text. He got a deer in the head lights look and checked his phone. I could tell when he’d finished reading because his eyes rolled, he swayed and then he started running around like a chicken with no head jibbering about everything he still needed to do and pack. Finally I told him to take a shower since he wouldn’t get another chance until after thw birth.

The triage called back and told us even though there were no contractions they thought it was safest if I came in sooner than later. I got the mister out of the shower and figured I should follow suit and had just a quick one while he packed some things for himself in my nag that had been sitting by the door for the last few weeks. Finally we headed to the hospital.

We walked into the triage right around 12am Wednesday morning and they had me on a bed and a Dr in the room within 5 minutes. They did a quick internal to verify my water had broken and waited to see if contractions had started. At this point I still had none so they decided to induce me. I was moved into a delivery room and ironically enough contractions started just before 1am. They were about 18-20 minutes apart but quite intense. They called the anesthesiologist in to go over an epidural with me. I wanted drugs, I don’t mind some pain but I’m not a glutton for it, pfft, I so wanted drugs, so the Dr said he was going to get the paperwork and get set up and we would started the epidural around 2am.

By the time he was back and we were ready to start my contractions had gone from 18 minutes to literally 2 minutes apart and I hadn`t been induced yet. They hurt like a B*tch let me tell you. They also made it extra work to get the epidural done since they were coming so frequently and you have to stay as still as possible in a hunched over position for the needle. It took about 45 minutes to get it done due to them and I was exhausted by then. I`d been up since 5:30am Tuesday morning and it takes a lot of effort and will to sit still during a contraction. I remember shutting my eyes and just breathing deeply for several minutes c alming myself and going over some meditatons I had learnt in a pain management course.

All of the sudden I heard monitors beeping loudly and a nurse and Dr rushing around and speaking medicalese at eachother while they handed `C`an oxygen mask and told him to hold it over my face. I had no clue what was happening only that it was obviously bad. They started rolling me from side to side and then pushing on my belly before finally positioning my legs around like I was a gymnist and having to go in and put a monitor in the babies head internally while trying to apparently get her breathing right again. It turns out something in the labour was either hurting her or causing distress and her heartrate would start to bottom out. They still aren`t exactly sure why this happened. It also stopped my dilation, I`d been at 4cm before this happened and when they checked after her heartrate settled it was no longer progressing.

Over the next 7.5 hours this bottoming out would happen 5 more times going for longer and causing the Dr`s to have to go to greater lenths to get her back to a safe rate and pace, while also causing my dilation to regress. Terrifying when you think about it really. Finally one of the Dr`s came in and told us essentially we had a 3-5% chance of having everything get better and having a vaginal birth but they thought a C-Section would be best. They told us we could say `yes`then and we would go into the OR within the next hour or so and `C`would be allowed with me and I would still be awake. They warned us that if we decided to wait it out hoping for the best and her heartrate dropped again they would have to to an emergancy C-Section in which they would have to put me fully under and `C` wouldn`t be allowed in the OR due to the seriousness to the situation… Guess what option we went with.

So we were having a C-Section now. They were correct in it only taking about an hour before were were being led into the OR. I went in first and they upped my epidural to completely numb me from the chest down while strapping my onto the bed with my arms outspread like something out of an episode of Greys Anatomy. Finally it was time to start and `C`was led in. I was groggy for this part but still aware, just heavy feeling. I remember hearing her frst cries and thinking `Thank goodness!` before they started to evacuate the placenta and whatever else they do down there. Unfortuntaley it started to burn and I mean BURN, as in think of the worst sunburn you`ve ever had and imagine someone walking up to you and full tilt smacking it, but deep inside as well as outside.

They had to up the drugs greatly which threw me for a wicked loop. I remember feeling like things were in super slow motion and at one point trying to say to the Dr `I`m high as shit.`which I was told later I said 7-8 times causing the nurses to giggle. My drug dreams I remember not at all detail wise, but I do remember some being good and some being scary. `C`said he could tell when they were bad because I would look terrified. He also said I looked like a rag doll flopping about on the table due to the Dr`s ministrations to get out the placenta and sew me back up. I remember none of this thankfully.

I woke up around 3pm in the recovery room seeing 5 of everything, unable to really process anything let alone hold the baby. But once I was more aware and sobered up I got to finally hold her and see her. PERFECTION. She was born on January 25th at 1:43pm weighing 7lbs exactly and measuring 19 inches. She was 2 weeks to ther day early. Today she turned 6 days.

Time for a feeding. Will write again tomorrow with details of the post delivery stay and whatnot.

Been a bit while still getting used to having to remember to write

So it’s been over a week since my last post but mostly because I’m not used to having to remember to write. Part of why I never excelled at keep a journal. LoL. My attention spam can be fairly short and scattered at times.

Yay news: This week we are 38 weeks along and the Doctors have said if the princess wants to come along its all good. She’ll still be a bit on the smaller side due to the growth issues from Christmas but otherwise should be healthy.

Boo news: I think that since we tried to keep her in for so long after all the complications that now she’ll be a stubborn little monkey and hold on tight, making us all wait at least a week past her due date. (She’s high maintanance already)

Yay news: After WEEKS of waiting for my sick leave and Mat to kick in it finally did. That was frustrating let me tell you. Especially at holiday time and with a baby on the way.

Boo news: ‘C’ just got told today he’s been put on night shifts for the next 2 months… Just before we are due. he is not impressed, but we understand it’s because he is the only one with the experience and reliability for the job requirements. Will just make go time and the first bit once we’re home interesting I Guess.

Yay news: I’m no longer on bed rest since we’ve gotten to ‘term’, so I can finally finish prepping her room and getting things ready. Also means that I could finally pack a baby bag for the hospital since we know she isn’t going to be a premie now. I’ve been going batty not being able to do all the classic ‘nesting’ and whatnot that helps women feel more in control of the whole she-bang.

I can also go out again without an escort but still feel better when not alone, but means I get to go pick out our groceries again. I love ‘C’, but he’s such a caveman food wise at times. Since grocery shopping has always been my favourite type of shopping it’s very exciting to be able to go again and spend an hour or so puttering about the store making selections again. I’ve missed my salads and veggies (‘C’ isn’t a huge vegetable fan and ‘forgets’ to get all of them when I send him out) as well as just munching on an apple for something.

I’ve been very good all pregnancy about not just randomly shoving anything and everything into my mouth when hungry or craving… partly at first due to the morning sickness. No point in eating a steak if it won’t stay down right? I luckily also happened to seem to crave/just need lots of fruits and veggies. I always have liked them and tried to eat a decent mixture of them, but every now and then I just want chocolate or something sweet. Last week it was Dairy Queen, which I havent has since before I found out we were expecting. So I gave in and let me say I’m so glad I did and I feel guilt free.

Guilt free since of the 3 groups ahead of me 2 were pregnant women and the couple right in frontof me it turns out had just had a premie 4 weeks earlier and were just grabbing a treat before heading back to the hospital to see their son. We ended up having conversation about their situation, which was literally the same as mine but more severe. Her abruption got so serious they had to take the baby out at 29 weeks, which was when I spent a week in the hospital. Since they knew I’d gone through a similar issue we talked for a bit and since I knew all the risks of complications of birth at the gestation we discussed it a little. They’re so lucky, the Doctors have told them their son is doing the absolute best a premie can at the age, no complications beyond the usual minor ones as opposed to any of the possible casastrophic ones that could have arisen. Made me so  glad for them to know how well it was going all things considered after some friends had recently just experienced the worst thing a new parent can when a baby arrives early.

Time to pee, yes that’s TMI but I’m very pregnant, you gotta expect it. LoL

 

My first Post

So a little background… I’m 36 weeks pregnant with my first child, a little girl. This was a total surprise as we weren’t trying to get pregnant, but here we are. And hey, it could be worse, we’ve been together over 4 years and living together nearly as long. This surprise just came a bit ahead of plan. We’re excited but at the same time incredibly stressed as well. This hasn’t been a walk in the park.

Finding out we were expecting was interesting. We were on the pill and had never had any scares, so when my period was late it wasn’t overly concerning since I had never been fully predictable even on the pill. Finally 5 days later my best friend talked me into taking a test. Since I didn’t really believe anything would come of it I pulled a cheapy and spent a whopping $2.50 at Dollarama on 2 tests. Yes, Dollarama and made my way to her place to take the first test. Those suckers are accurate! It changed to positive immediately. Since she’d just had a baby in March of course once it sank in we did the girly squealing and the ‘OMG what if they are besties like us or get married’ crazy imaginings that girls all secetly harbour. After an hour or so I made the trip home to tell the Mister, who we’ll call ‘C’.

When I got home I didn’t really have a plan on how I was going to tell him, it just came down to doing it in the least dramatic way I could think of ( I’m a teeny tiny bit of an over-dramatic). So I decided to play it normal. Our usual habit is when the last person gets home we go into the bedroom and lie down to re-hash our days together. Just a way we stay connected in this crazy busy world. So we’re on the bed and it just popped out. C’s reply?

‘How did this happen?!’

‘Do you really need a crash course in sex-ed?’ I asked since I was just as flabbergasted that it had happened.

Once he’d gotten over the shock I got the usual ‘Are you sure’ that most guys give us. So we went and did the second test I’d bought. LoL, looking back I think it’s pretty funny that even after we took the test ‘C’ said he couldn’t believe it since it was a dollar store test, so out he went to SDM (Shoppers Drug Mart) to buy a Clearblue one. He bought one that tells you how far along you are roughly. 5 Weeks.

5 Weeks and we hadn’t known. I’m not a party girl or anything close but I’d had friends down and had definitey gone out drinking a few nights whil they visited. This was all I could think about as well as the fact that I take daily medication for a back problem. Scary scary thoughts.

Ironically, I had my yearly physical booked for a few days later, so luckily I was able to see my family Dr quickly. I made my mom come with me to tell her since I’m a chicken and she’s been my Dr since I was a bump in my mom’s belly. She knows EVERYTHING about me and likes to shake her finger at me. We got everything figured out, like my meds and how we were going to proceed. I was officially walking arounf with a bun in the oven.

We kept our news quiet as possible but it wasn’t the easiest thing to do since I got hit with some fairly strong morning sickness that I still get occasionally. So, my work figured it out fairly early on. Other than the morning sickness I had a great early pregnancy, I’m one of the few lucky women with back problems whose pain actually gets better while pregnant due to all the hormones. Then things started to get wonky around 20 weeks. I ended up falling and having a back spasm, which in turn caused some contractions. Luckily the doctors managed to stop them. Then we found out at the anatomy ultrasound the baby had a tiny whole in one ventricle that had to be watched. We also didn’t know what she was because she kept hiding her bits.

Finally we got the good news that the hole seemed to have closed itself up and things were back on track, but still no sex so we booked and appointment for a 3D scan. First off, it was amazing! They were great and we could have a live feed set up for family so they could watch it while we went and see and hear what we did. I remember going in and telling them I wouldn’t leave if they didn’t tell if the baby was a boy or girl. Not only did we FINALLY know it was a girl we got to see what she looked like. Her eyes, her nose her little hands, everything. I highly recommend them, even if it is out of pocket. We and our families were so excited.

This excitement lasted a whole 2.5 weeks and then whiile at work one day I started to bleed and get stabbing pains. I called the Dr anf was told to go to my delivery hospital immediately. My hospital does 25% of all high risk deliveries in Canada, so it’s a good place to be if you’re early and something goes wrong, which obviously something had. They let me go home since the bleeding seemed to have stopped but I had an ultrasound thast found a bleed under the placenta. The doctors decided it was a subchorionic lake and that I couldn’t work for week and go back for another scan in a week and they’d see how things were then.

A week later I go back. I’d started bleeding again the night before, when the doctor heard this he sent me up to the neonatal triage. Poor ‘C’, he gets the first text saying ‘Babe, they sent me up to triage to get checked again’. He says he’s on his way. Before he can get there I send him another one saying something like ‘Oh, now its an overnight.’ Poor guy, he walks into my room and the doctors tell us it’s going to be until Monday at the soonest before I can go home, it was Friday.  I ended up in the High Rick Unti for 6 days, got the steriods and was diasnosed with a placenta abruption, which means a part of the placenta was tearing away from the uterus wall.

Upon being released to go home I was put on modified bed rest and given a list of things I was allowed to do instead of not allowed to do since the one of approved activites was shorter. Some out the things I can no longer do?

1. Sex

2. Move at any speed faster than a walk

3. Have a bath

4. Laundry

5. Anthing that uses effort.

Unless I’m on the way to the doctors I’m not even supposed to go outside without an escort. I’m not even supposed to take showers alone unless its a quick wash one, if I want a longer one ‘C’ has to be home to help me. It’s absolutely infuriating for someone whose always been a go getter and independant. I’m also a bit of a jitter bug. I don’t walk, I dance about normally. It’s driving me crazy to be so sedentary.

I imagine you’re thinking that’s all right? Nope. I have ultrasounds now every 2 weeksish and the one I had right before Christmas showed a 20% slow down in fetal growth. Which is actually quite concerning this late in the ball game especially after getting the steroids. Also, the bleeding started again this past Saturday which caused another visit to the hospital. But they did say the abruption is holding steady, not getting better but not getting worse.

We’ll see how things go on Monday when I see the Dr again. I’m starting to feel that since she’ll be considered full term next week that maybe I should try to talk to her about how  great it would be if she came in the next week or so. Like how her mommy and daddy will be here as well as her aunts and uncles and grandparents. Also how it will be warm and comforting at home and how we’ll take such good care of her. Would also be nice to finally meet the little drama queen after all this time and concern. What does she look like now? Who will she look like? And so on. But I also know the longer she stays put the better for her.