(Baby is asleep. Attempt to write birth story.)
Baby B’s pregnancy absolutely flew by…until 34 weeks. I was pretty miserable starting from about that point on. I had scheduled a csection, but I often hoped I would go into labor a little early…obviously I wanted him to be term, but I was READY the day 37 weeks hit.
Well no such luck. My csection had been scheduled for 39w4d since my doctor was going out of town and that was the earliest I could have him do it. But at my 38 week appointment I told him it was probably more important to me that he be the doctor to do it than him, and it wanted to just go ahead and get it done at 39w0d (the soonest you can elect to have a cesarean). He said normally that would be totally fine, but they were replacing the air filtration system on l and d that weekend and weren’t taking any scheduled patients…just what came in the door. So I did end up waiting it out and my doctor gave me some ambiens to get me through the next week and a half.
The night before I was scheduled to go in was pretty normal, and I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight. I took my ambien and went to bed early. But the lack of water started contractions which in hindsight I think was back labor and I was up all night with them…on ambien. Miserable. I waited for my alarm to go off desperately and we got in the car around 6am…and still ended up being 30 mins late because of traffic.
They got us in a room pretty quickly, but it wasn’t in l and d – they were full. We were taken back to a room in the GYN unit and it was TINY. No window, no clock, and a shared bathroom. They told us they would try to get us a new room as soon as possible. We went through all the pre csection stuff and then off I went.
I started to panic a bit more than I anticipated.
(…suddenly interrupted with nausea. Come down with food poisoning…)
( a few days later after a day in bed on phenergan and another different kind of tummy bug. While pumping…)
My first panic was the spinal. I was a lot calmer getting my epidural last time…or maybe I just thought I was. Actually, now that I think about it I do remember snapping at the guy to keep telling me what was going on, I didn’t like feeling him touch me without being warned. Anyway. That was kind of scary to do without Mr. R there, but I had great nurses and anesthesiologist who were all super nice and used to people freaking out. After they got it in I started to freak out that it wasn’t going up high enough, then I freaked out that it was going too high and I would be too numb to breathe, but it turned out to be perfect.
My second fear was of throwing up laying down. I’m pretty sure I anxietied myself into being nauseous. So I asked the anesthesiologist for something to help me calm down even though I really hadn’t wanted to resort to that as it would probably make me out of it. He said as soon as baby was out I could. (Thankfully I calmed down as soon as baby was born and didn’t need it so I was present and lucid for everything)
We were able to have a family centered c section which was just awesome. We had an extra nurse at my head who offered to take pictures and as they were pulling him out they pulled back a clear sheet in the drape so I could see him be born. It was amazing. They were tugging and pulling and my doctor grunted and said, “woah! That’s a big baby!” He put him in front of the window so I could see and baby B peed everywhere.
After I got a chance to see him they took him to be weighed and measured. He was 9 lbs 15 oz and 22.5″ long! Huge! That moment I knew I had made the right choice with the csection and was so glad I hadn’t gone into labor naturally. I got a stage 2 tear getting D out who was only 5lbs 1 oz…this baby would have WRECKED me.
They swaddled him up and brought him over to me and I got to hold him while I was still laying on the table (my arms weren’t strapped down) and the nurse helped me breastfeed. On the table! They finished up the surgery while I held him. I don’t remember passing him to my husband but I must have briefly to be transferred from the OR table to a rolling bed, but then he was back in my arms and they rolled me back to my room holding him. They did all his shots, vitals, etc in our room. It was everything I hoped it would be.
Later that night they told us a room had opened up in l and d and we were being moved out of the broom closet room. Yay! We got ourselves comfortable and even though I planned on sending mr R home to sleep in a real bed, I asked if we could get a fold out chair for while he was here so he could be more comfortable. For some reason there wasn’t one in this room.
The nurse brought the chair and after about 30 minutes in it mr R starred finding bugs on him. I immediately had him change clothes, the nurse called environmental services…yep. Bedbugs. Mr. R went home to shower and the nurse told me that we would need to get a different room because they would be putting this room out of commission for a few days to clean it. They bagged all our stuff (bags I had spent weeks packing and repacking) even though they didn’t know how to properly treat it yet and eventually the nurses came in with a baby bath to bathe baby B just as a precaution. Then they took him to the nursery until we could get into our new room.
Well, two hours later he was still gone and I hadn’t heard about a new room. Mr R was gone and I was just sitting there alone. And I still hadn’t slept since the night before the c section. I called my nurse in to give me some answers and she said that 3 people came in in labor and we lost the room. I freaked. WHY was the baby not brought back then? If this room is so dirty it needs to be put out of commission for days then why am I still allowed to be in here?! Where have you taken all of my stuff?
Between no sleep and getting so worked up my pain level started to get out of control. I just cried for a long time. I was due to get my catheter out but I couldn’t get myself to the bathroom still.
Eventually they found me another room back on the GYN unit. Still no window or clock, but at least a private bathroom. And that is when the people started coming in and out. Constantly. Every time I would fall asleep, minutes later there would be someone at the door. Because beyond the normal crazy number of people in and out, we had people coming to apologize about this mess, and I think making sure we weren’t thinking of suing. We asked again where our stuff had been taken and those people came as I was trying to sleep too.
We were told everything needed to be washed on hot and dried on high for 2 hours. But the washers in the regular hospital are only used for washing mops, they outsource their linens – so they don’t even have a hot setting. If we wanted our stuff washed on site it’d have to go to children’s. I didn’t want to risk losing it. They did have an autoclave so I picked one outfit that didn’t end up fitting anyway and a swaddle for the baby to be treated in it and didn’t see those things for like 8 hours. I never did get to use anything in that bag until the very last day. My mom rewashed everything and sent it back with mr R.
We did end up getting out of the GYN unit and into a real postpartum room…our FOURTH room…sometime around end of day 2 or day 3. I honestly can’t remember. I finally got to take my first shower and things got better even though I still felt really far behind healing wise. My nurse kept telling me I should be walking so far and I just couldn’t do it. I don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or if I just have a hard time with the csection recovery, because it was the same way after the twins. Both times I didn’t feel like I started to improve until day 5, which is when I got home. Maybe it’s true that as long as you are in the hospital you will stay sick.
I thought that maybe I didn’t react well to the narcotic they were giving me and asked for something else to see if that would help with my pain level. I do tend to need a lot of some meds, I can NEVER get fully numb at the dentist. So the nurse said she would ask a doctor, a resident, who came in my room at 3am and said – no joke -” don’t take this as me passing judgement, but have you ever had a problem with opiates? Like heroine or prescription drugs?” He is lucky I couldn’t get out of that bed…
They did end up temporarily switching me to something stronger, but the nurse emphasized they could ONLY give me x amount and I could ONLY take it every 6 hours. With so many “onlys” I doubted I’d see a difference. Which I didn’t, but I didn’t want to be accused of drug seeking behavior so I just dealt with it.
We did have a guy in a suit from patient services or something come talk to us but he did nothing. We got a silver spin with the name of the hospital on it and $20 in vouchers to the cafeteria and gift shop for our troubles. I would fight it, I don’t think we should have to pay for the room, but Id only be saving my insurance company money.
( …baby is fussing…)
That is pretty much it. The birth: incredible. The hospital stay: terrible. But I have a sweet healthy baby boy and that is all that matters.
Note to self, don’t do a transfer anywhere near valentines day…because then you will have to deliver 9 months from valentines day.
Baby b is super sweet and very laid back. He does tend to get his days and nights confused and doesn’t sleep as well as everyone makes 10 pounders sound. He is pretty much up every 3 hours, with a few exceptions. We are still, somehow, breast feeding. He has a sucky (no pun intended) latch and we got his lip tie cut at 3 weeks. Latch still isn’t good but it’s tolerable. But I’ve had to supplement a little most days and I can’t be chained to a pump when the big guys are awake because they get into mischief. So that has been tough, but I feel like we are I finally getting into a little bit of a groove. I am just starting to see glimmers of why people could like this, but it’s not rainbows and unicorns yet.
He is still SO big, it makes me so sad because I feel like he skipped 3 months! He is 6 weeks today and I think as soon as we finish this pack he will be in size 2 diapers. And he is starting to look like a muscle man in 0-3 month stuff. He looks totally different form his big brothers, just like himself. And he is sweet as can be.
As for me, I am feeling great now. I’m not so happy with my body at the moment but that has just been motivation to keep breast feeding. I gained just as much with this little guy as I did with the twins, but I still hadn’t lost 8 lbs from them. I’m still a good 15-20lbs away from my pre pregnancy weight (so add in that 8 lbs and it’s a lot). And I got stretch marks this time even though I didn’t last time. The worst thing though is that now I have this flap of a belly that just hangs over my scar. It is still a bit numb and painful if you have pants on it the wrong way, and I have no idea how to dress with it. I’m still in maternity stuff and just wishing it away. But do you go over the flap, under it, or through it? These are new issues to me, I had no idea how good I made it out last time. But I am SO glad that I am not simultaneously recovering from a tear this time.