It was December 19th..I had been placed on bed rest for some time, but on this day I woke with an uneasy feeling...I felt nauseous, anxious, and my contractions were steadily increasing..At first I thought they were braxton hicks but as the day turned into night, my contractions became much closer, and eventually an unknown pain brought me to tears.
"Something is wrong. Something is wrong with the baby"..Please, take me to the emergency room I begged my husband..
I was only 31 weeks pregnant. I had found out two weeks prior that I had begun dilating and that my blood pressure was staying at a concerning high number. Tests indicated that pre-ecclampsia was also setting in, so bed rest it was as my doctors began to prepare me for an early delivery. This was at 29 weeks and they kept telling me we needed to try and keep the baby in as long as we could, preferably to at least 33 weeks..
On the ride to the hospital, this is all that went through my mind...I am only 31 weeks..I cannot have this baby until at least 33 weeks!
Jim had called my doctor ahead of time and he and two nurses were waiting for us as we arrived.
I was scared. I was in pain. I did not understand what was happening, and a part of me was thinking this was all in my head..I wanted to believe so badly this was all in my head..
I was dilated more then the week prior, and my contractions were showing up every 9-10 minutes on the monitor.. I had a test done that gives an estimate on whether or not you will go into labor within a two week period and my results were positive..With this, my blood pressure, and everything else I was admitted and told I would begin medications to stop labor and most likely remain in the hospital for several weeks..
I was scared..I was worried about the girls at home, how my husband would be able to handle this all..I was worried about the baby, the outcome..I was a nervous wreck and I could not help but believe I would ultimately lose this child..sleep medication was given to me that night to relax me. Somehow I fell asleep...
I was woken by my doctor at 6:00 am the next morning..After a quick exam, she called the nurses and told me I was going back down to labor and delivery. I was in active labor and I was now dilated to 3 centimeters. They had to stop labor and get me and the baby in a safe zone..
I called Jim and he quickly came to the hospital. Within minutes I was put on machines, given oral medications and shots, doctors for the Neonatal unit, high risk department, and pediatrics were at my bedside explaining what was happening, and ultimately what would happen when and if I delivered the baby within the next few days.
At approximately 5:00 pm, Jim went home to check on the kids and go to work..The doctors were in belief that they had postponed labor enough where I would not deliver that evening.
This just goes to show you what is meant to happen, WILL, beyond the drastic measures of medicine...
AT 9:00 p.m. two doctors and three nurses came in and informed me the baby was showing signs of distress on the monitor, an exam was conducted and they informed me I was going to have to have this baby immediately and within seconds I was being prepped for a C-section. Jim was called, but it was too late, they were rolling me into the operating room..
I was scared. I did not know what to ask..Needles were going into me everywhere, veins were blowing on both arms, doctors were coming in as if I were delivering triplets, and I sat there alone..speechless.
Would Owen cry when he was delivered, would I be able to see him, would he be O.K..Will Jim make it in time..So many questions were swarming my head..My child's fate was in the hands of these doctors and I just had to trust it would all be O.K..
I was never so scared in my life..
At 10:04 p.m..I heard a cry, a cry that almost sounded like one of a baby kitten..but it was a cry..my son..he was here, and he cried..
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