Post by tiffbot on Feb 23, 2015 18:13:30 GMT -5
At my 32 weeks appointment everything looked great, he was measuring on time, I wasn't dialated, all my vitals were normal. My doctor was so pleased she said I could wait until closer to 36 weeks to come in again.
I was, however, getting highly uncomfortable and in pain with SPD at this time, so after this appointment, I began working every second day (as my job required a lot of standing and getting parts for people).
33w2d, July 4 (I'm Canadian so it wasn't a holiday) was a normal work day. 5 minutes before I left work, I went to the bathroom and noticed my underwear was pretty wet. I had a 10 minute highway drive home. Then I felt more of a wave of wet. I got home, told H, but otherwise wasn't feeling any different and at so early I didn't even consider it being my water leaking. I honestly thought I was having bladder issues. 4 hours later, it hadn't stopped. I called the on call doctor, and she told me to immediately go to the hospital (we live an hour away).
Got to the hospital around 10:30pm. They took a swab, came back, and told me that yes, my water had broke, and I was hospital ridden until the baby came. I cried. They told me we would be fine. They hooked me up to everything, and I was surprisingly calm the rest of the night.
It was around 6:00am July 5 that I started feeling light contractions. They were every 8 minutes, but not real strong so they gave me a morphine pill and I didn't feel much for a few hours.
8:00am rolls around, and I tell H he should phone our parents and my boss. My mom fainted when he called. My MIL was upset because her 3rd baby was a 22 weeker that didn't survive. H was so emotional by the time he called my boss that he said 'she's never coming back to work' in a fit of tears, and they actually had a moment they thought something tragic had happened. In hindsight, my mom and bosses reactions we could all laugh about haha.
My parents came in as soon as they could, as did my brother and sister. By around 11-11:30am my contractions had gotten stronger but nurses weren't concerned with a fast labour, and my parents took H out to get some real food. While they were gone in that hour, my contractions were coming on fast and strong. My poor, untrained, single sister did everything she could to keep me comfortable. I finally told her she needed to call H and I called the nurses and told them I needed help. They checked me, and I had very quickly gotten to 5-6 cm in that time. They sent me immediatly to delivery. H was walking in the door as they were getting me into a wheelchair.
The hospital was overfull. The nurses were frantically trying to find any doctor by this point (mine was on holidays) get the NICU staff up, and set up a recovery room for delivery as they had no more rooms open. I kept asking for an epidural. They were trying, but the anaestesiologist was so busy he never made it to me. They were literally standing in the hall asking if there was any doctor available, I could hear them. There was an on call one on the way, but they were suddenly realizing they didn't know if she would make it. I said I needed to push. They told me not to. Right then, the doctor came in, opened my legs, and announced 'She's pushing now!'. I have never met this woman in my life, we introduced each other after DS was born, haha.
At 2:21pm he was born at 5 pounds, 11 ounces. NICU took him to another side of the room to get cleaned, check his vitals. When they saw he was breathing, they told H he could come over. I then realized I didn't even know, and asked H the sex. He was crying so hard he could hardly say boy. I called him by our boys name, and H nodded. He went over and held his hand while they wrapped him up. He was healthy enough they let him sit on my chest for about 10 seconds before they took him downstairs to NICU. I don't remember if I said anything to him, or what I was thinking, but I remember his little face. My parents, brother, sister, and BFF all came in the makeshift delivery room after he left. I announced his name, and that I did it med free!
We got to go down to the NICU a few hours later and visit him. Just the two of us did that day. It was crazy, and amazing. He only needed to spend 13 days there despite his age.
And that's my novel I'd be ok with a little bit less of a dramatic entrance from this one!
ETA- I should add, because of the overfull situation, they put me back in my pre delivery room after I gave birth, so that whole night I listened to women going into labour. To make it worse, they then put a couple who had their baby in the same room as me and I could hear it's little baby noises and cries, while mine was downstairs. The nurses apologized a lot for that. I got released by noon the next day so we spent the rest of the day in NICU.
I was, however, getting highly uncomfortable and in pain with SPD at this time, so after this appointment, I began working every second day (as my job required a lot of standing and getting parts for people).
33w2d, July 4 (I'm Canadian so it wasn't a holiday) was a normal work day. 5 minutes before I left work, I went to the bathroom and noticed my underwear was pretty wet. I had a 10 minute highway drive home. Then I felt more of a wave of wet. I got home, told H, but otherwise wasn't feeling any different and at so early I didn't even consider it being my water leaking. I honestly thought I was having bladder issues. 4 hours later, it hadn't stopped. I called the on call doctor, and she told me to immediately go to the hospital (we live an hour away).
Got to the hospital around 10:30pm. They took a swab, came back, and told me that yes, my water had broke, and I was hospital ridden until the baby came. I cried. They told me we would be fine. They hooked me up to everything, and I was surprisingly calm the rest of the night.
It was around 6:00am July 5 that I started feeling light contractions. They were every 8 minutes, but not real strong so they gave me a morphine pill and I didn't feel much for a few hours.
8:00am rolls around, and I tell H he should phone our parents and my boss. My mom fainted when he called. My MIL was upset because her 3rd baby was a 22 weeker that didn't survive. H was so emotional by the time he called my boss that he said 'she's never coming back to work' in a fit of tears, and they actually had a moment they thought something tragic had happened. In hindsight, my mom and bosses reactions we could all laugh about haha.
My parents came in as soon as they could, as did my brother and sister. By around 11-11:30am my contractions had gotten stronger but nurses weren't concerned with a fast labour, and my parents took H out to get some real food. While they were gone in that hour, my contractions were coming on fast and strong. My poor, untrained, single sister did everything she could to keep me comfortable. I finally told her she needed to call H and I called the nurses and told them I needed help. They checked me, and I had very quickly gotten to 5-6 cm in that time. They sent me immediatly to delivery. H was walking in the door as they were getting me into a wheelchair.
The hospital was overfull. The nurses were frantically trying to find any doctor by this point (mine was on holidays) get the NICU staff up, and set up a recovery room for delivery as they had no more rooms open. I kept asking for an epidural. They were trying, but the anaestesiologist was so busy he never made it to me. They were literally standing in the hall asking if there was any doctor available, I could hear them. There was an on call one on the way, but they were suddenly realizing they didn't know if she would make it. I said I needed to push. They told me not to. Right then, the doctor came in, opened my legs, and announced 'She's pushing now!'. I have never met this woman in my life, we introduced each other after DS was born, haha.
At 2:21pm he was born at 5 pounds, 11 ounces. NICU took him to another side of the room to get cleaned, check his vitals. When they saw he was breathing, they told H he could come over. I then realized I didn't even know, and asked H the sex. He was crying so hard he could hardly say boy. I called him by our boys name, and H nodded. He went over and held his hand while they wrapped him up. He was healthy enough they let him sit on my chest for about 10 seconds before they took him downstairs to NICU. I don't remember if I said anything to him, or what I was thinking, but I remember his little face. My parents, brother, sister, and BFF all came in the makeshift delivery room after he left. I announced his name, and that I did it med free!
We got to go down to the NICU a few hours later and visit him. Just the two of us did that day. It was crazy, and amazing. He only needed to spend 13 days there despite his age.
And that's my novel I'd be ok with a little bit less of a dramatic entrance from this one!
ETA- I should add, because of the overfull situation, they put me back in my pre delivery room after I gave birth, so that whole night I listened to women going into labour. To make it worse, they then put a couple who had their baby in the same room as me and I could hear it's little baby noises and cries, while mine was downstairs. The nurses apologized a lot for that. I got released by noon the next day so we spent the rest of the day in NICU.