Post by dacora on Feb 13, 2015 6:48:11 GMT -5
Okay, I finally have some quiet time to write this up on my phone.
I was admitted at 5pm on Monday the 9th to start my induction with cervidil. By Wednesday around noon it was clear that none of the drugs were doing much good and every time they tried to up the pitocin to get me contacting better Roslin's heart rate would drop. They kept having me roll over and change positions and putting me on oxygen, it was really worrying me and I was exhausted. On top of that my epidural kept not working so they had to inject me with extra drugs multiple times.
Finally my doc came in to have 'the talk' with me about my labor. I cut her off and was just like, give me my c-section, even if I made it to ten I couldn't push, I was too exhausted. They got me back to the OR.
I was so woozy from the drugs and lack of sleep that I had to fight to keep my eyes open during prep and even as they had me sit up to do a second epidural that would work properly. The horrible drowsiness scared me more than anything. They got me set up, my upper body started shaking from drugs and hormones, and my husband got to come back finally.
He watched the entire thing over the curtain. He made a comment about blood squirting at him as soon as he looked and I was just like, oh they started already? I had absolutely no idea. He took pictures as she was born and he even snuck a tiny video on his phone as she was being pulled out and was crying. He went with her as I was being sewn up and the nurses told me I could close my eyes if I wanted to since I was so woozy. I just felt so relieved Roslin and I were okay.
Recovery was awful, immediately after surgery. The drugs were wearing off and the pain from my incision was terrible. It took them a bit too long to get more drugs in my system and the entire time I waited I was still shaking uncontrollably which made it hurt worse. Finally I got my meds and things got better.
DH and Roslin came back to recovery after her trip to the nursery and I got to try and breastfeed. Roslin did pretty good, but it was awkward and I couldn't sit up and I could barely even see her over my boobs...
So after a very trying three days Roslin was born, and we've both been doing fantastic. Part of me feels guilty for sending her to the nursery the past two nights, but DH has been worried about my lack of sleep and my own recovery. I think he deserves some good rest too, he's been doing a fantastic job with her. I can't believe how cute she is, I can't wait to be able to do more once I'm further along in my recovery.
Edited to add photo:
I was admitted at 5pm on Monday the 9th to start my induction with cervidil. By Wednesday around noon it was clear that none of the drugs were doing much good and every time they tried to up the pitocin to get me contacting better Roslin's heart rate would drop. They kept having me roll over and change positions and putting me on oxygen, it was really worrying me and I was exhausted. On top of that my epidural kept not working so they had to inject me with extra drugs multiple times.
Finally my doc came in to have 'the talk' with me about my labor. I cut her off and was just like, give me my c-section, even if I made it to ten I couldn't push, I was too exhausted. They got me back to the OR.
I was so woozy from the drugs and lack of sleep that I had to fight to keep my eyes open during prep and even as they had me sit up to do a second epidural that would work properly. The horrible drowsiness scared me more than anything. They got me set up, my upper body started shaking from drugs and hormones, and my husband got to come back finally.
He watched the entire thing over the curtain. He made a comment about blood squirting at him as soon as he looked and I was just like, oh they started already? I had absolutely no idea. He took pictures as she was born and he even snuck a tiny video on his phone as she was being pulled out and was crying. He went with her as I was being sewn up and the nurses told me I could close my eyes if I wanted to since I was so woozy. I just felt so relieved Roslin and I were okay.
Recovery was awful, immediately after surgery. The drugs were wearing off and the pain from my incision was terrible. It took them a bit too long to get more drugs in my system and the entire time I waited I was still shaking uncontrollably which made it hurt worse. Finally I got my meds and things got better.
DH and Roslin came back to recovery after her trip to the nursery and I got to try and breastfeed. Roslin did pretty good, but it was awkward and I couldn't sit up and I could barely even see her over my boobs...
So after a very trying three days Roslin was born, and we've both been doing fantastic. Part of me feels guilty for sending her to the nursery the past two nights, but DH has been worried about my lack of sleep and my own recovery. I think he deserves some good rest too, he's been doing a fantastic job with her. I can't believe how cute she is, I can't wait to be able to do more once I'm further along in my recovery.
Edited to add photo:
