The Birth Story

Day 1 The Appointment

I went in to see the Dr for a regular check up on Thurs. Right away they noticed my blood pressure was high. Because of my history and the fact there was also some protein in my urine again the Dr wanted me to go on a 24 hr watch at the hospital. Right away I was optimistic. I wasn't swollen, no headaches or pains, and the Dr even said I could go home for a couple hours first if needed, which with Michelle they put me in a wheel chair and ran me over to the hospital where they hooked me up to 5 machines and delivered me via emergency c shortly after.

So right away I felt great, no worries. In fact after hooking me up to just an IV block (which yes, I almost lost it...hate ivs!) they took my blood pressure and it already started going way down. It kept going down and finally in the later afternoon they switched my rooms expecting me to go home the next morning. They collected all my urine for 24 hr, but again I felt no fear. Ben came but got to go back to work, my mom hung out.

A specialist did come to visit and did an US which showed that the baby's growth was stressed due to the illness. She said we would definitely deliver the week of Christmas. So we planned on that again. She ordered a steroid which they jab into your hip and its totally unbearable! But it was just in case I got worse so that the baby's lungs could mature. My urine test was going to be done by noon the next day, but since I needed a 2nd steroid shot 24 hrs apart, that meant I needed to stay an extra 10 hrs which I was annoyed about, since I could've been seen way earlier.

Day 2 - What the?
The next day I was still positive, I decided to take this and learn to prepare for whatever was to come. But sadly the nurse came in and told me that there was over 5 grams of protein in my urine, so the Dr decided she wanted to deliver. I was surprised, but quickly decided to just roll with it. We've done this before! So mom called Ben, and the nurse moved me back to Labor and Delivery.

Ok sad thing is Ben shows up and my mom is in the room and I tell them to just call just close family. Mom calls my sister to bring Michelle to me, Ben calls his mom and grandma. All the sudden I get this nurse who tells me. "Ok all lights off, close your eyes, no tv no talking no visitors, then she looks at my mom and Ben and says "no texting, no talking to her, she needs to sleep or pretend like shes asleep." Right away I start to tear up, and surprise surprise my blood pressure goes up. When she left the room I was like no way! no way! You can't TELL me what to do! When my Dr came in I asked her if those things were off limits and she told me they were no problem! How can someone tell me my daughter can't come see me!? Especially when I'm about to undergo something that could be dangerous?? I hate bad nurses!!

We were surprised to find that instead of 11:30, they pushed my c-section to just after 9! I felt very confident the whole time, but suddenly they gave me some medication and hooked me up to magnesium (spelling? dunno its for blood pressure)and everything else, catheter, leg sleeves, blood pressure cuff set to go off every 5 min. Anyway, suddenly I started to have a panic attack. I don't know how to explain, I just started shacking really hard, my family was whispering but it bothered me to the extreme! I buried my head in my pillow and had these really scary thoughts! I literally was like "Ok I need to leave the hospital, lets see I just need to unhook a couple cords and just...well run!" I saw myself running out of the hospital in nothing but my gown, barefoot in the freezing cold! And I was ok with that plan, I really thought I was going to go through with it! I also thought of getting caught and just telling the Dr "I'm sorry I can't, you can't make me!" and thought it would sound fine! The one thing that kept me from going crazy was the reality that kept checking in that told me leaving would probably kill me and the baby. They got me in the OR, were I was still shacking and clutching a pillow. I didn't mind the spinal too much again, and the numbing calmed me some what.

The c-section went as well as it could. It feels like I lifetime before you hear the baby! When I heard her it was amazing! Ben and I both teared up! She had a good set of lungs! Ben got to go over and watch her wash up and he got to hold her! Something that didn't happen the last time. She has tons of hair for being so small and had a paler skin tone then Shelly. Ben got to go leave with her too to get settled in the NICU, that became the longest wait ever! While I was laying there I started getting the chatters, normal reaction I had it last time too. But it just made me more nervous I had no one to distract me from the fact I was getting sewed up. I heard the nurses discuss how sick the placenta was! The Dr started explaining to all of them how it was a classic case of sever preeclampsia and went into full detail of the illness. It actually helped listening, especially verifying it was nothing I did that caused it and nothing to do to prevent it. It stinks that it was happening again!

In recovery, I got my blessed ice chips and visits from Ben, my mom, my sister Sara, then Dad. All of them were calming to me I was happy to have them there. I dreaded the healing process that was to come. I actually slept well that night with Ben close by. They had me pretty drugged I guess cause I even got on my side to sleep with no pain! My blood pressure started going down quickly which is a blessing. The cure for preeclampsia is delivering the baby, but last time that wasn't the case and I was still at very high risk after Michelle for days. But luckily this time it looked like I was getting better!

Day 3 - Day of Rest
The next day I needed to stay on the blood pressure medication. It had to be a full 24 hrs on it before I could get up and see the baby or anything. This time I stayed calm knowing at least the time I could see my baby which would be 10 that night. So the whole day Ben and I watched holiday films, and I slept and slept. My blood pressure was near perfect and my stress way down. Around 9pm my nurse came in and already started giving me a cart to load my stuff for the next room, we had my Drs ok for taking me off the meds it was looking good. Around 10 a different nurse came in that seemed to have no idea what was going on, she said she was filling in for my nurse for a second. She took me off the IV medication, and removed the catheter. She had me sit up and said my nurse would be right back in with a wheel chair ready to move me and at which I could just go straight to see my baby.

Day 4 - Stay Strong!
An hour went by and no one came, no one responded. Finally the same weird nurse came back and apologized saying that my nurse wanted to finish watching the football game which she felt was wrong. Uh yeah!! I didn't know what was going on, I just wanted to get out. She took me to my other room which 2 nurses had no idea who I was because my chart never brought over. They wanted me to get up and lay down in bed again which I said no, I need to be with my baby. Besides it hurt so much being that it was the first time I moved since the surgery and had been in bed all night and day at that point. They took my blood pressure and surprise surprise it was high so they told me I had no choice and that I needed to get back in bed. I felt the tears starting to form, I had been sitting up for an hour after being forgotten about, and now I'm getting this upsetting news, no one can get a hold of my Dr, so I'm in their stupid hands. I decided to call my mom and have her come asap. Ben was wearing down fast also stricken with stress. With her there I could stay distracted. She came right away with a whole set of Christmas movies in hand, oh yeah and snacks. No tears were spilt, I did what they asked. They gave me an ocean of excuses to what happened, like "Oh a new baby is being addmited in the NICU so no one could show you around." (Well we don't need to be shown around, and that never prevents parents from going in it has nothing to do with our baby) a few minutes later "Oh well they just fed her so you couldn't hold her." (Ok but I could care less I JUST WANT TO BE THERE FOR MY BABY!!!!) Ugh they messed up and I will never forget it, but at the time I decided to put those aside instead of freaking out, that would just make things worse. But I have since complained about that issue!

After an hour the pressure went way down. I refused to sleep since I had slept all day. So they gave me the option to go see the baby around 4am. Uh yeah!
Seeing her gave me Daja vu big time! She is so much like Michelle, except to us a baby starting at almost 4 lbs looked huge! LOL She looked at me right away and turned her head to follow my voice. When they handed her to me I held her close to my chest, the forced separation this illness provides is the hardest trial for me, and this was happening for the 2nd time. I don't like loosing any time, I want to be there, to be involved in everything. She leans into my chest I can tell she feels comfort and a sense of familiarity, her little twitches are exact feelings of her kicks that were with only me a couple days before. I sang to her, rocked her, fed her, loved her. We needed to keep the visit short in the beginning because they still like darkness and extreme warmth during this time. But that was a good start for me!

I slept very peacefully that night, full of warmth and purpose.

Day 5 - Patience is Key!
I spent the day visiting the baby and sleeping. My blood pressure went back up, so they needed to up my dose and told me to stay another day. I was sad again, but whatever I just need to take it one day at a time. So I made the most of it and had Michelle come up with my mom and a couple bags of Christmas craft materials from Hobby Lobby. Shell and I decorated stocking for both she and Scarlett, we made snowmen and gingerbread men. We watched Christmas specials and I got many kisses from my first princess.

Day 6 - Home
My Dr woke me saying everything looked fine and that I could go home asap! So here I am today home feeling good and confident! I've healed a lot faster it seems, or at least I feel. Every day I'll go back to the hospital to see the baby and will keep her progress up to date!

Side notes, Ben was amazing the whole time. He held my hand and fed me constant words of comfort. He didn't boss me around which was a mistake last time. He understood my sorrows but kept me strong instead of breaking down. He ran errands for me and in return I let him take a couple breaks for himself. One funny episode happened that is our big joke of the stay. He came home after a 2 hr "refresh" and entered the room with a little Nordstrom bag! I freaked and was like "Ben! Oh my! What is that?" Then he looked up at me confused and said "Uh my shaving stuff, and bath stuff..." I instantly started tearing up and laughing at the same time. My mom and sister were there and also started laughing. He didn't get it and I was like "Why out of all bags would you bring that one to bring your stuff in??" LOL He was like "Oh crap! Uh...I have meant to get you something, but um...I..." LOL I felt stung!! A couple nights later however he asked to hang out with a friend for an hour, I told him no problem. Well when he came back he had a HUGE nordstorm bag in hand that contained a special addition of Clue a favorite board game of ours that was perfect since it was a limited addition Juicy Couture theme! LOL It will be perfect for future girls nights with my daughters! I love that man!

My mom and sister also helped tons! They both took turns staying with me, they brought movies, snacks, and tons of balloons! The chatting alone helped me survive!

Visitors include the Warrens, my friend Kathryn and my mom's friend Anne. All visits were great and kept me positive and distracted! Many more stopped by the house dropping off gifts and support! I appreciate it all! Thank you for everything! Can't wait to share the rest of this journey!