I called Steven who was just leaving work that he better get home asap. When he got here he called the doctor's office and told them we were on our way. It was only about a 15 minute ride but boy did it sure feel longer than that.
We got checked in to St. Peter's hospital in New Brunswick. I know, me at a Catholic hospital of all places. The contractions were still going strong but I was only dilated about 2 cm so bring on the pain meds. They helped take the edge off but around 10 am they brought on the epidural! Thank you baby Jesus! Wow, can't imagine going through that without one. My progression was slow so Steven and I just napped the afternoon away as much as we could. They decided to break my water at some point that afternoon to move things along. Apparently it was full of meconium, the little pooper!
Apparently I was hypertensive when I first got there but how could you not be with all that pain. After all the meds and epidural my blood pressure got better but was still on the high side occasionally. Also little Luca's heart rate was all over the place, especially if I rolled on to my side. After my failure to progress more than 7 cm and all the other factors they decided it was time for a cesarean. It wasn't an emergency so to say but they sure did act fast. The doctor didn't like his heart rate and the fact that he was still so far up and away from my cervix after all this time.
Now for those of you who don't know Steven he is not very good with needles and all that comes with them. I have to say he was a rock through the whole thing and didn't pass out once! He put on his scrubs and stepped up just like I knew he would.
I had the epidural already so they just administered the block so I was awake for the surgery. All seemed to be going well until they realized that little one was way wedged in there and was not coming out. The doctor started to yell for another stool so she could get better leverage I guess and kept saying he was stuck. This is when I started to lose it literally. Get the bucket, I'm going to puke! So not only did Steven have to deal with being there for a surgery, his child being stuck and not wanting to come out but he had to hold the bucket while I puked all over the place. What a trooper!
They finally called for another doctor to come in and assist which seemed like forever but out he finally came. He was sunny side up and all jammed up. The doctor said that I would never have a vaginal birth. I'm still not exactly sure why but obviously something is in the way and not moving so the little guy would have never come out. Thank god this isn't the 17th century huh! Modern medicine is fabulous!
Now I don't know if it was the drugs, the puking, the confusion but when he finally came out I still didn't know what was going on. I was like what is it? A boy or girl? He was also not crying a whole lot so I didn't even know he was out. Turns out his little lungs had some poop water in them and his blood sugar was low so the whisked him of to the NICU and me to recovery.
I was in recovery for about two hours then they moved me to my room. Steven, his dad, my mom and Raymond where all waiting for me. They went to the NICU to see Luca but I still haven't gotten to hold my little boy. The nurse did hold him up to my face after he was born and I got to give him a little kiss but it was so quick and I was so out of it I barely saw him.
Steven kept checking on him and he went from the NICU to the transition room so they could monitor him still to make sure he was all good.
At some point in the evening I was like wait a minute... I just had a baby, where the hell is he? Finally around 12:30 am they brought the little guy in and we got to bond. We were a family now.
1 comment:
Sooo happy for you...Luca is super cute! I suppose a dramatic entrance into the world is probably a foreshadowing of things to come...he does have some Yohann in him, after all... ;)
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