No homebirth afterall, but he's here!
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|Fri, 02-16-2007 - 11:56pm|
The real, uncut, bloody version:
So...Sunday afternoon my church gave me a Service Shower. It was super sweet...people signed up to bring meals, help with the kids, do light housecleaning and what not. They weren't supposed to bring gifts...but I walked out of there with a TON of diapers, wipes, baby bath, lotions, cash gifts, cards of kind thoughts....it was amazing.
Unfortunately, I was feeling under the weather. Bob and 3/4 of the kids were sick with a major bug, and it was pretty clear I was coming down with it too. I went to bed that night knowing I was going to wake up sick on Monday. After seeing 2am on my alarm clock no fewer than 3 times, I checked my temp...it was 102. Great. I took *A* tylenol, figuring the effects of the fever would be worse than a little tylenol. I also was dying for some ice or a popscicle...so bob got me some ice to suck on. Then started the hacking cough. I told Bob that it was going to be an interesting day with me a sick preggo trying to take care of 4 kids. He decided at 5am that he would tell his chief he couldn't come in. Thankfully, I was able to get some sleep from about that time until around 7am. When I awoke at 7, it seemed like the tylenol had helped a bit but I was still exhausted. I noticed that I was having contractions too, that kept waking me up. I figured I was dehydrated, so I started drinking some OJ and water, along with still craving some ice.
At some point I called my midwife to tell her about the fever and contractions. I really didn't know how many or how long they were lasting...they just didn't seem like the real thing. She suggested I take a bath and eat something. The bath helped. The contractions went away, and I felt better. I crawled back into bed and slept for another 45 minutes or so, only to awaken to contractions again. I called her back, and she suggested I try to get some protein and take another bath. I ate a little, skipped the bath, and prefered to try to sleep.
Around 1pm (all the while tossing and turning because my *light* contractions were keeping me awake) I heard and felt a little *pop* down there. I hopped up and went to the bathroom and gushed in the toilet. When I looked down, I did NOT expect to see the blood. Bright red, lots of blood. I pounded on the bathroom walls for bob to come up. When he opened the bathroom door, he said, "Oh, you lost your mucous plug." (MEN!!! sheesh!!!) I said no, honey, that is NOT my plug. This is NOT good. This is VERY bad. We called my midwife and as expected, she sent us right to the hospital. Trying to get out of here was a mess. The girls weren't ready, bob wasn't ready...I certainly wasn't ready. But all I could think was that either my placenta was covering my cervix (the ultrasound on Wed. showed it was a bit "low lying and posterior") or that is was an abruption of the placenta. Either case would likely mean a C-section....and FAST.
After being wheeled up to L&D from the ER room, I was immediately checked by the nurse at 2pm .She said I was "figertip dilated". Great. There was no way I would be able to handle a long labor after having been up all night with a cough, a fever and just feeling crummy. I couldn't get a hold of my contractions because I wasn't sure if it was ok to just go with it...or if I needed to slow things down so we could get myself into surgery. I really was debating getting an epidural right then and there. The nurses were "ok" about my homebirth status. I don't think they gave me a hard time or anything, and I think as time went on and they realized I could answer their questions, and my midwife came with all the documents and labs necessary, they really were quite respectful. I was expecting to be treated like a crazy woman for wanting a homebirth, but they really were very nice.
They did an ultrasound while waiting for the oncall doc to show up. It was sheer torture because they wanted me on my back. And the whole time, the tech was saying things like, "I've never seen this before, I'm not sure what this is, Do you see what I'm seeing...etc. etc." I finally spoke up and said please tell me what's going on. She said she wanted to wait til the doc came in and looked at the u/s because she couldn't tell for sure if part of placenta was covering the cervix or not. The baby's head was too low to tell for sure. Also....she thought that I might have had an "auxillary placenta" or a second lobe to the placenta. It was all sooooo weird.....
Around 3pm in the doc came in and started to check out the u/s....but then from the hallway I heard, "ITS COMING DOC, ITS COMING!!" And out he ran again. By about 3:15 I asked if I could get up and go pee. We managed our way to the bathroom, and it felt so good to release that bladder pressure, and to get upright. I sat there for a minute or two and tried to get up. but sat back down again. Then a sudden GUSH, and an "OH SH*T!!" from me. My midwife and bob got me back to the bed ASAP, while the Nurse and the doc were still looking over the u/s. I remember asking if there was meconium in the toilet, the nurse said something...I don't remember what...and as I was lying down I yelled, here comes the baby! Meanwhile the doc and the nurse are saying "dont push...hold on" while they were trying to get *dressed*, and I groaned back, "I can't stop it, he's coming on his own...." I felt him between my legs and told my midwife his head was in my legs, so she helped me get a leg up. Ryan was delivered by himself, right onto the hospital bed. The doctor barely had his gloves on in order to pick him up and have bob cut the cord. He was born at 3:29. 1 hour and 29 minutes after being told I was only fingertip dilated. After thinking there was no way I could do this.
I delivered the placenta and the doctor showed me the huge bubble on my placenta that was the hematoma that had ruptured. Then...I delivered another HUGE mass...it was the size of about 1/4 of a placenta. They weren't sure if it was a piece of placenta or just a clot from the hematoma. The pathology report later showed it was the clotted blood. The repture must have happened a month ago or more! I lost a lot of blood, and the baby did pass meconium while shooting out the birth canal, but he was GREAT the whole time his heartrate never really dipped below 120.
I am disappointed that I didn't get a homebirth...but I am NOT sad. This was EXACTLY the kind of situation that required hospital attention, and I think we actually make for a great homebirth transport story. We were smart and responsible about our decisions, and while I would have loved to deliver at home, I am just so happy to have delivered naturally without a C-section....and that we are both alive and healthy.
The transition from 4 to 5 is extremely difficult. Taking care of the baby is a breeze...that's no problem. The issue is more with the 2 preschoolers...and having a houseful of sick people. We are all still dealing with this terrible cough (which does NOT feel good on my perinum, thank you very much!) But we're just taking it one day at a time and dealing with things as they come. On a good note...I'm 6 pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight....LOL!!!!!! :D