Saturday, July 24, 2010

The Hospital Experience: Part 1

 I know most people reading this are not going to care about every little detail of what happened on Sunday/Monday, but since this is my blog/journal and I print it off via Blog2Print every 6 months to have a physical copy of it, this was important for me to record and remember. I won't be offended if you don't read it, so just come back Monday and I'll have loads more pictures and much less words. :)

 Everyone tells me you start to lose the details with each passing day, so I wanted to be sure I kept a good (or at least how I remember everything) record of everything up to this point now that I am not so medicated and am feeling much better than a few days ago… but somehow it feels like weeks.
            Sunday during church was probably when I realized something was going on. I went through the first two hours and just felt funny, and the false labor contractions certainly weren’t helping. I constantly felt like I had to go to the bathroom, but I never really had to. Mr. D took me home around 11, and I immediately fell asleep (with the Kevs cuddled up against me, of course) for a few hours. When I woke up, the contractions were gone, so I went about my usual business, made and had dinner, then went on a late walk with Mr. D, on our usual half-hour route around the neighborhood. It was really warm, so I had to remember to get my waterbottle, which came in handy the two or three times my contractions bothered me and we had to stop. Other than that, it was a typical walk, with swollen feet and hands but I felt good afterwards. Mr. D, Bananas and I watched TV for a little bit, and contractions increased to a few an hour. By midnight, I was exhausted and ready to go to bed.
            So it was technically the wee hours of Monday morning and I was having contractions every 10 minutes, lasting about a minute apiece. The best way I can think to describe them is it felt like the last few seconds of a race, where yeah, it hurts, but in a “hurts so good” way. But instead of feeling that in my legs (like I would feel in a race), it would start to tingle in my lower abdomen and creep its way around my lower back, increasing in intensity around second 30 and then fading by the 45 second or minute mark. I laid in bed for most of those contractions, trying to sleep because I felt it was probably the real deal, but didn’t get a wink.
            At 3 am, 3 hours into the contractions (with Mr. D sleeping peacefully next to me), they started to pick up in intensity. Instead of glancing at the clock every time a contraction started, I glared at my stopwatch to time them, since they started lasting just over a minute and were now every 8 minutes on average. I had to keep getting up every 15 minutes to go to the bathroom and just… sit. I rarely had to do anything, but it was just a habit I picked up in high school when I would start a bad period. There was something so soothing about sitting on The Throne that would always make me feel better than taking Advil or some other painkiller for cramps. By 5:45am, I was ready to go. In between contractions, I took a shower, gathered my things and woke up Mr. D to go to the hospital.
            Around 6am, I got to the hospital and we hauled all our stuff into the main entrance and up to labor and delivery. They took us into a tiny room, where they checked me: 2cm. TWO?! I was appalled. I almost asked the nurse to check again. So they kept me for an hour, during which contractions got worse and I thought for sure I would keep dilating. No such luck. They sent me home with some pain meds that would supposedly last 4 hours and would subside the contractions.
            Once home, around 8am, I made a quick peanut butter banana sandwich (little did I know), my “last supper,” for breakfast, and went back to bed. ONE hour later, I woke up with 90 second contractions about 6 minutes apart. I stayed in bed, frequently changing positions in an attempt to ease my discomfort. I was beyond furious (in my mind) at that nurse for lying to my face. I wanted go back to the hospital, if for nothing else just to punch her.
            By noon, I was a mess. In tears, leaning against the side of my bed while attempting to stand, I begged Mr. D for a (quick) blessing and we drove to the hospital. I didn’t want to jinx it this time, so I made him leave all our stuff in the car. I could barely make it out of the car and was crippled over in pain, as a guy nearby in the parking lot asked if I needed a wheelchair. I still had my pride intact, and shook my head “no,” as I breathed through the contraction. As we walked through the front doors, hand in hand, tears started streaming down my face. I was in so much pain and all I could think of was, “they CAN’T send me home.” I was positively miserable the whole elevator ride, and Mr. D had to make the phone call to let me into the admittance area of labor and delivery. The nurse/secretary recognized me, and when she double-checked how to spell my last name, I lost it. I was blubbering like an idiot, so Mr. D gave her the required information and they led us into a different, much larger room, which I soon found out was a labor and delivery room, since all the triage rooms (like the one I had sat in for an hour earlier that day) were full at the moment. I changed into my hospital clothes, tears in my eyes welling up as I though of the nurse-escort’s final words to us before getting a nurse to check me: “Hopefully you’ll be far enough along that you will just get to stay in here.” I had a sinking feeling I would not be so lucky.
            The new nurse came in, and said that one of my OBs. Dr. M, had seen me come into the hospital, and told the nurses to get me permanently set up in that room with my IV, antibiotics (for group strep B), and whatever pain medication I wanted, as soon as possible. If I haven’t mentioned this man is an angel, here is the perfect time: at that very moment, I ADORED my OB. 15 minutes (=an eternity) later, my anesthesiologist came in with my liquid gold, “Here are the risks, blah blah blah” and transformed me back from Mrs. Hyde into Dr. Jekyll (Mr. D’s words, not mine). I felt alive again, happy and carefree. I could feel my legs, but they felt a little asleep. I could feel Baby D but not the dreaded horrors of contractions I was feeling. I was only a 3 or 4 (they usually only admit at 5 cm, so I knew I was super lucky) and could still have juice, ice, and water…life was so good. My mom and sister and Mr. D were joined by D&M a few hours later. And that nurse I wanted to strangle initially from earlier that morning? She got put with me again, and ended up being my absolute favorite nurse. She got the homemade chocolate chip cookies Bananas made, and I was sad to see her go at 6pm.
            The hospital updates (since it all went by in a blur at that point) were well-documented by Baby D’s aunties via Facebook…kind of nice that they were time stamped, too: (but keep in mind that Surah was in the Eastern Time Zone, whereas Bananas was in Mountain Standard Time Zone, so that is why the times differ so dramatically...take my word for it when I say that I put the updates in correct order)

Surah: Mrs. D IS HAVING HER BABY TODAYYYYYYYYYYYYYF.DSJAFKLDSAJFLDKFJDSA.
calling it! (:
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Bananas: ‎| guess who's in the hospital? Mrs. D + Mr. D= BABY TIMEEE!
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Surah: Mrs. D IS CURRENTLY IN THE HOSPITAL RECEIVING HER EPIDURAL!! she's 4cm along! ayayayyayayaya baby D day has finally comeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! :) :) :)
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Surah:  Mrs. D’s water broke just a bit ago!! however, her temperature is a little high which has caused baby D's heart-rate to accelerate, so please keep them in your prayers right now!!!!! we obviously want them both to come out of this as healthy as possible!
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Surah: Mrs. D is 7cm along nowwwwwww!! this baby's coming quick!!!!!!!!!!!!! (:
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Surah:  Mrs. D is at NINE AND A HALF centimeters! contractions are every minute and a halfffffffff!!!!!!! (: ayayayayayyaa!
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Surah:  AHHHH THE TIME'S FINALLY COMEEEEE!!!!  Mrs. D is at TEN centimeters and the doctors have arrived!!!!!!!! IT'S BABY D TIMEEEEEE (((((((:
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Surah: weighing in at 7 lbs, 15oz, baby D has finally decided to make his grand appearance! however, there were a few complications during the c-section so (while baby D and Mrs. D are appearing to be doing well right now) please please please keep them in your prayers!!!!
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Surah:  is now officially an AUNT! welcome to the world, dustin drew dowling! 7 lbs,15 oz.. i can't wait to meet you in person! :))) congrats ruth and drew!!
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Bananas: ‎| congrats, Mrs. D + Mr. D! baby DDD finally came at 9:17ish PM -- 7 lbs 15 oz and 20 1/2 inches!
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So that is pretty much how it all went down. My water broke on its own, I went quickly through labor (except the last .5 cm took sooo long to get through!), I pushed for about 20 minutes and baby D kept trying to move around…although head down, he was not face-down, or whatever it is that babies are supposed to be to go through the birth canal. My doctor wanted to see if he would even fit, but since baby D was so stressed (I was on oxygen nearly the entire labor, as baby D’s heartrate would drop with each contraction), which we knew from all the internal monitors, he made the call for a c-section, and I consented.Bottom of Form
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1 comment:

Mandy said...

Oh I'm sorry you had to go thru ALL that labor for a C-section :( But so glad things are going well. I love your sister's take on the NICU - Purell is your bff there!

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