Ugh! It’s been bloody murder in trying to get back here on my blog to update you all! Finally, I am able to get on because my lovely baby girl is sleeping more in the afternoon (passed the 15-20 minute power nap I get in the noontime). So, this is how the moment of her arrival went.
On May the 27th, Sunday, I thought my water had broke. I saw some odd “liquid” that came out of my that morning. My husband was already at work (Sutter Medical Center – Sodexo) so he couldn’t be my ride to the same hospital that he works at. I called my Mom and she told me to get the boys up. My Sister was in town so she also headed to the hospital. They ran two tests and concluded that it wasn’t my amniotic fluid. My Sister and I was like “Okay, if it isn’t amniotic fluid, then what was it?” Never found out. But I DID find out why my tummy was so big (no, no twins). I was carrying almost three times the average amount of amniotic fluid! So my baby girl was well protected! LOL!!!
The two tests they did was (1) using a cotton swab and taking that to the lab (took a long time to wait for the results; I just lay there listening to the heartbeat and hiccups of my unborn baby girl) and (2) an ultrasound to measure the amount of amniotic fluid I was carrying.
So, when the evening came, my water finally broke! I was sitting on my bedding and looking over past Bible studies I had done to find out if I had did one that I had written on a Post-It note and had placed as a memo in my Study Bible. To this day, I still don’t know if I had did that Bible study! Hence I have been so busy taking care of my baby girl that will be a month old this coming Monday. Why on Monday? Because I had my strong contractions about 10:00pm and didn’t have my C-Section until after midnight; on Monday morning.
It was very comical on how my water broke. I was so glad I was curious that evening even though it was after 10 o’clock at night. So, while slowly turning the pages in my greenish-blue folder, I felt an intense contraction. I said to myself “I should start timing these contractions because that was a powerful one.” So, when the next one came, liquid just oozed out right away (rather warm and squishy). I yelled out at 10:20pm “[Husband’s name]! It’s time to go to the hospital!” This time around, the boys were spending the night with my Sister and my parents.
Once again… wait! Was this the time when my Sister had came to the hospital? Or did she come twice? Eh… I dunno! I will have to ask her and edit this (I need to keep typing up quickly before baby wakes up). Well, once again, I was raced to the hospital without breaking the law. LOL!!! I was so in pain every three or four minutes. My contractions were hitting that frequently. I had to explain while in pain to the registered nurse that I was sitting at the desk that I was scheduled for a C-Section early tomorrow morning but my water had broke tonight. I was actually leaking so bad (my amniotic fluid) that the nurses had to mop it all up. One almost skid in it!
The doctor that was on call for my doctor examined me and gave the okay for me to have a C-Section that night instead of waiting for the early morning or having me to have it naturally. They gave me some nasty fluid to drink since I had told them I had just ate about 9 o’clock so that I wouldn’t have any nausea. They also prepared for me to have a spinal tap instead of an epidermal (I had an epidermal last time). I mentioned that I had scoliosis and it was a good thing because they had to be very careful to not hit my spine.
I was rolled into the surgery room at 12:17am (I looked at the large LED clock and sighed because it meant that my baby wouldn’t be born on May the 27th but the 28th; both dates were given as her due date, the second one was given first). I asked if my husband could come in before I was numbed and they said “no.” I started to panic because it was him that caused me to calm down last time. This time, I had to pray to ask for God to be my strength and oasis. It was VERY HARD! I felt so close to death.
The operation team asked for me to move CLOSER to the needle, curve my back like a ball, and sit by bending my legs up and out (placing my feet together). They were taking so long that my legs started to get numb and I couldn’t scoot towards the needle once they asked me to. I had to ask them kindly if I could place my legs down so that the blood could flow back to them. The two that was paying attention to my spine was paying so much attention to that certain part of the body that they were neglecting to look at my body as a whole and not realizing that when I had said my legs were numb that I wasn’t talking about the medication was inside my body already; I was talking about the lack of blood flow. Once they allowed my legs to relax, I could move my body closer and my spine could curve like a ball. Curving my spine was rather difficult because I had taught my body to sit straight because of two reasons: (1) I used to use a back brace and (2) to allow no pain in my spine, the medical publications that my doctor gave to me as an adolescent recommended me to keep my posture straight. So, I have to do something that was not natural during the time my body was already under stress—contractions every three minutes.
Once they were finally able to numb my body, I slowly felt relieved. They told me to quickly slide down in the position they needed me to be in so they could start the operation. THEN my husband and Sister came in. Oh, it was so great to see them! While the needle went in, I had cried and screamed. I couldn’t hold the pain in any longer. Giving birth either vaginally or by C-Section is painful! It was much worse since my body is getting older and I am so tiny. I know it’s not the same for everyone. Some ladies go through birth with ease. I am one of those that are in intense pain. But it’s so worth it! You quickly forget the pain once you see the wonderful baby girl or baby boy.
They had a blue screen up so I couldn’t see the operation. My Sister asked me if she could record it and show me later on. I said “NO!!! I don’t want to see myself cut open. That’s a huge cut to be seen!” It’s not like a small paper cut. I would puke!
I remember the first thing I noticed about my baby girl. Her cute, little mouth and her perfect curve of her tongue resting above her bottom gums. So cute! ^_^ They took her away to get her clean. My husband and Sister rush over to where they took the baby.
I remember them taking me to my room. The next thing I recalled was noticing that they had placed a catheter in me. I was so annoyed to find this out! I guess I kept peeing on myself. I thought that was hilarious. But I had wanted to not have it in this time around (last time, it was an option that I had asked for so I didn’t have to get up and down to go to the bathroom). Last time, the tube rubbed so much on my leg that it started to peel my flesh off (I’m that tiny).
Sorry for the gruesome details! But giving birth is gruesome to some. I’m just glad I can recall this now and wanted to place the moments down somewhere before I am not able to relate them.
I was in the hospital for two days. When it was day two, my doctor came in to ask if I wanted to be released. I told him that it was really up to him. At the end, I stayed there for that second day. When he came the next morning, I kindly asked him if we (as in the baby and I) could go home. So he signed my release forms. Day two was just too stressful! I had so many medical and others come in to check me, check the baby, and also give us forms and other “stuff” (even take pictures while in the hospital). I was so annoyed that I had to ask for my husband to talk to them when he came into my room during his lunch break (remember, reader, that he worked at the same hospital I gave birth). Even my baby was crying whenever someone else came into the room on day two. She was even ready to leave!
When I had my first child, the medical (and other) personnel came on the first day and not the second day to bombard me with all of the questions and extra forms that could help baby and I. I guess they couldn’t come the first day because it was a holiday (Memorial Day).
Well, there you have it. That is how it all happened. 🙂
Oh! I forgot to mentioned how I felt nauseated when I had tried to get up when the medical personnel said I could attempt to try (was that day two, not sure). The catheter was still inside of me so the registered nurse had to hold the tub around the bed so I had room to move. I had to sit back down and try another time. It was very hard for me to do so. It was the same day, I think, when they wanted to remove the band-aid that was around my surgical cut for the C-Section but they never got to it. Then I had an accident the following morning and had to remove it on my own. I had called the registered nurse so she would know where I was (in the bathroom) and to also let her know that the baby would be unattended so, if she cried, no one would be able to aid her.
So, yea, I went through a lot but I have survived! And baby girl is here and receiving a lot of love and care!