Who wants to know the blow-by-blow of what happened one fateful Saturday morning? Well, of course you do....and I love telling it! So exactly what happened? Let the storytelling begin:
It was Friday night (Nov 5th), and Tommy was tired, so we decided to go to bed around 12:30am. Around 3am, I half woke up to switch sides and felt a lot of liquid down there. I was worried whether it was pee (I DID have a 6 lb baby sitting on my bladder!) or if it was my water breaking. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and confirmed: yup, it was my water breaking (it was pink instead of yellow for those of you who wonder how I can tell =P). So I secided to take a shower and clean up....I mean, come on, your water breaking is actually pretty gross! After I got out of the shower, I decided to wake up Tommy. We weren't sure if we should go to the hospital yet (my contractions weren't regular), so we calleed my Dr and were told to go to Labor & Delivery!
After we got out stuff ready (thank god I had finished packing within the last few days!), we went to the hospital and after I was officially admitted, Tommy came home to walk the dog and turn off his alarm, while I txted and made phone calls from my birthing suite. Unfortunately, since my water broke, but my contractions weren't regular, the Dr ordered me to start Pitocin *cringe*. The nurse saw the look on my face and asked me what was wrong....I told her that I've seen on TV that Pitocin seems to make labor horrible. She laughed and reminded me that I could get an epidural at any time, so I shouldn't worry. At this point I was 1cm dilated. By 6am, my contractions were 2-3min apart and the pain level was at an 8 or 9 (out of 10). I decided to get an epidural, thinking that by now, I should be at least in the transition phase of labor and should be like 8ish cm dilated. They told me I needed to wait because the anesthesiologist was doing a c-section and I needed to have at least a bag and a half of the iv fluids pushed in first. So I patiently waited through 30 contractions of the worst pain in my life and was rewarded with a relatively painless epidural (thanks to my mom's classmate Dr. Chan!). Finally, me and Tommy could rest! Unfortunately, when the nurse checked on how I was progressing....I was still 1cm dilated...absolutely no change. I was pretty disappointed, thinking that labor was going to take forever....
A short nap later....I was woken up and told that the nurses had tried everything, but the baby was not tolerating labor (it was 10am and I was still 1cm dilated, plus the baby's heart rate wasn't looking so good), so the Dr was on her way, and we were going to have to do a C-section. I was really disappointed....and of course, scared. I think Tommy was kinda scared too....not for me, but for himself...to be in the OR, lol. I was prepped (no comment on what that entails, lol) and wheeled to the OR. Dr. Chan proceeded to try to get me numb....but my body seemed to be metabolizing the anesthesia too fast....eventually she got me "numb enough" and they brought Tommy in and we were ready (ish?) to roll....
I could feel a little going on, but I was trying to ignore it....instead, Tommy was being an awesome coach and telline me I was doing a great job....while looking a little green around the gills, and super pale, might I add, lol. I could tell he was having trouble NOT passing out, but within a few minutes, I felt a push on my tummy and bam, TnT was born. He had a surprisingly high pitched wail when he first cried (still does, actually). Tommy was able to leave with the baby (lucky him!), while I had to lay there and finish my surgery as the anesthesia was wearing off (however, Dr Chan promised good drugs when I was done, so it was all good, lol). This pic on the right is just minutes after he was born.
In recovery, I got to hold little TnT for the first time, and was given a few pain meds, which made me nauseous. Then they gave me anti-nausea meds that didnt work, lol. I was really out of it for the next few hours...but I was lucid enough to know that the baby was taken to the NICU because of his blood sugar, and when he was finally returned, he had jaundice as well.
He was given a special bed (pic to the left), and when that didnt work, he had to tan under the stronger lights (pic below). He had to get so many blood tests that they had to put an IV in his arm (so they wouldn't have to keep poking him for a vein)...you can kinda see in the pic with the tanning bed. Poor thing was miserable, and was so traumatized, he still hates people touching his feet (where they kept getting some of the blood for tests from). I'm happy to report that TnT is all better now, and is home resting. He's eating us out of house and home already, but that just makes him even cuter, LOL!
I'm tired, but I'll make sure to add pics to thus blog tomorrow....I just wanted to get my story down, and if there are spelling errors, it's cuz I'm on the iPad, and not a real keyboard. **Edit: 11/10/10 I just added some pics. =)
Not sure what's going to be posted next, but I'll try to keep up as much as I can!
Till next time!
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