Of course Matt was playing video games. They called him into the bathroom as I was crying and he said "wait a sec". Oh boy did he get shit! He was in the middle of a timed event that only happens once in a blue moon. Even though I was in pain, I was laughing at him because I understood it would be just a minute but the nurses gave him so much shit for it. It was funny and took my mind off things for a sec. He came in the bathroom and we turned off all the lights. I could only kneel and I did not want him to touch me at all or even talk because I couldn't process his words during a contraction. Problem was, I was not getting a break in between contractions! They brought Matt his lunch so he ate his lunch in the bathroom. We stayed for about an hour in there but I started begging for an epidural. I was not getting a break and it was taking its toll on me. The pain sucked but It was the consistency of it that really really got to me. They got me to the bed and I was only 4cm dilated. The nurse said "WOW these contractions are coming right on top of each other! Lets turn this pit down a bit! Sorry, I was on lunch". Seriously?!?!?! This was unnecessary pain because no one was paying attention? Thank goodness they turned it down because the anesthesiologist was able to do his job while I sat still. I think I got one contraction while he put in the epidural but it was okay. 3 contractions later and I was not feeling a thing. That was at at 1pm.
Then they decided I was a risky patient with my extremely high blood pressure. They decided to give me the magnesium through my IV to prevent seizures. I was non symptomatic so it was confusing to them. I had no headache and no spots in my vision and absolutely no swelling whatsoever. I also was now being given fluids and a med for the blood pressure. This was a med they haven't used in years and actually had to go look up the side effects and print them out for us. My IV hooks were filling up fast at this point and I was feeling like crap. Lights had to go down and my room had to be limited of people. Still had mom, Matt and Bethany in there though.
At 3pm my grandma and aunt Linda showed up as I was being told I was 9cm dilated. That went fast! So my grandma stuck around and Linda went to the waiting room. Bethany went to work. Checked me again at 5 because I was throwing up and I was 10cm and ready to push. They turned the epidural down a bit and I was able to feel contractions but it was barely painful. Contractions only came every 3 or 4 mins at a time and some I couldn't feel. I was trying to read the monitor but it was boring. Matt and my mom were trying too but no one was really telling me when to push. My dr after a half hour said it was going to take some time pushing but most women don't go over 2 hours. She left to attend a birth and came back. I was still pushing after 2 hours. I kept asking "Is it doing anything?" and was being told yes. Kept going and going and going. Dr left to deliver another baby and I was left with nurses who did not work well together. One nurse would tell me to breath through contractions and then all of a sudden a different nurse was yelling at me to hold my breath! My grandmas was counting when no nurses were paying attention and she counted so fast. It was amusing but frustrating. I was given oxygen and that stuff was awesome. I was also throwing up often, I was so thirsty and my mouth was so dry but I was throwing up my water. They told me not to drink or drink slow or eat the ice chips and I was! But I kept throwing it up. They restocked my barf bags twice and I held one at all time. I also had towels on my forehead and chest. My gram kept wetting them. Matt had one leg and my mom had the other. The nurses weren't even paying attention to me and the dr wasn't even in the room for most of my pushing after 6. I kept asking "Is it doing anything?" and again kept being told a little. I was being told I was pushing very very well. They wrote out my paperwork for August 4th but at 9pm we all wondered if that would be changed. They let me keep pushing because I was doing it right and babys heart rate was perfect the whole time.
At 9:30 I was told my pushing was not actually doing anything and I had 30 more mins of trying before I was going in for my c-section. At 10, they handed Matt his scrubs and he looked freaked out. My mom and Matt suited up as I was being given all the info and risks. Like I was paying attention to her, I was too concerned with making sure I was strong for my husband because I didn't want him to be scared. I wasn't scared. I was ready.
I was now told I could not drink anything. Fine, I understand, but my mouth was so dry and I was begging the nurse to just let me swish water in my mouth. She kept saying no and getting pissy with me. I could feel my teeth being dry. I was almost in tears because it was so uncomfortable.
I was put on the OR bed and the sheet went up and the prep work began. I continued to throw up twice during this process. Mom and Matt came in and I was being told I could not feel the pinching the Dr was doing. So they started the cut. I felt the cut. Not painful or anything, but I could tell it was a bikini cut. It felt like someone running their finger lightly over my lower stomach. I was then asked if I wanted the gender announced or shown to me. I said announced because I was too out of it and my eyes suck that I didn't want to have to pay attention. I could feel the tugging and pulling but it didn't hurt at all. I was very scared for what it would feel like when they actually pulled the baby out. I was then getting a lot of pressure and waiting for them to announce my babies gender. They pressure got more and more and I could feel them really getting in there. Then I could tell, they had the baby and were taking it out. It was such a surreal feeling as I could feel it and the pressure, but it didn't hurt. "Its a BOY!".
I was just amazed to know what my baby finally was. A boy. A little baby boy! Then we heard the crying. My child, my son, was crying and here and healthy and perfect. My mom cut the cord because Matt was too squeamish. Apgar scores were 8 and 9. I looked over and saw Matt touching him. I cried, and cried and cried. Matt was touching his son, our son. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the pediatrician hand Matt our son. Matt was holding our 10 minute old son. Best sight I have ever seen. I could not stop crying. He asked if my mom wanted to hold him and she said "yes" and held out her hands before he was even done speaking! Then Matt came to me.
They stitched me together and put me back into my other bed. Gave me my baby and wheeled me out of there and back into my labor room. I was given ankle things to help with my blood circulation since I will be in bed for the next 24+hours. I had something attached to both ankles, a blood pressure cuff that they kept on me on my left arm, my iv in my right arm, and a catheter still. I had wires and things coming out of everywhere. I was also still throwing up, but that could be because I refused to stop drinking water. It was really good water and my mouth would not stop being dry. My dad and Bethany came and said goodbye as they had been waiting. My grandma and Aunt Linda left as soon as they heard baby was a boy and we were all going to be fine. By this time, it was 1am. Everyone was gone and Matt and I were very tired. We enjoyed a few minutes with our new son and the fact that I was mom and Matt was dad. We had a son. A beautiful and perfect son.
After 3 years of trying, one round of ivf/icsi, one ovarian ectopic, a rough start to a pregnancy that ended with an overdue baby delivered via a c-section after an induction with a long labor and too many hours pushing, we welcomed Logan Matthew Bard into our family.
Logan Matthew Bard
born 8/4/2011 @ 10:53pm. 7lbs 3oz and 21"long.
I was now told I could not drink anything. Fine, I understand, but my mouth was so dry and I was begging the nurse to just let me swish water in my mouth. She kept saying no and getting pissy with me. I could feel my teeth being dry. I was almost in tears because it was so uncomfortable.
I was put on the OR bed and the sheet went up and the prep work began. I continued to throw up twice during this process. Mom and Matt came in and I was being told I could not feel the pinching the Dr was doing. So they started the cut. I felt the cut. Not painful or anything, but I could tell it was a bikini cut. It felt like someone running their finger lightly over my lower stomach. I was then asked if I wanted the gender announced or shown to me. I said announced because I was too out of it and my eyes suck that I didn't want to have to pay attention. I could feel the tugging and pulling but it didn't hurt at all. I was very scared for what it would feel like when they actually pulled the baby out. I was then getting a lot of pressure and waiting for them to announce my babies gender. They pressure got more and more and I could feel them really getting in there. Then I could tell, they had the baby and were taking it out. It was such a surreal feeling as I could feel it and the pressure, but it didn't hurt. "Its a BOY!".
I was just amazed to know what my baby finally was. A boy. A little baby boy! Then we heard the crying. My child, my son, was crying and here and healthy and perfect. My mom cut the cord because Matt was too squeamish. Apgar scores were 8 and 9. I looked over and saw Matt touching him. I cried, and cried and cried. Matt was touching his son, our son. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the pediatrician hand Matt our son. Matt was holding our 10 minute old son. Best sight I have ever seen. I could not stop crying. He asked if my mom wanted to hold him and she said "yes" and held out her hands before he was even done speaking! Then Matt came to me.
They stitched me together and put me back into my other bed. Gave me my baby and wheeled me out of there and back into my labor room. I was given ankle things to help with my blood circulation since I will be in bed for the next 24+hours. I had something attached to both ankles, a blood pressure cuff that they kept on me on my left arm, my iv in my right arm, and a catheter still. I had wires and things coming out of everywhere. I was also still throwing up, but that could be because I refused to stop drinking water. It was really good water and my mouth would not stop being dry. My dad and Bethany came and said goodbye as they had been waiting. My grandma and Aunt Linda left as soon as they heard baby was a boy and we were all going to be fine. By this time, it was 1am. Everyone was gone and Matt and I were very tired. We enjoyed a few minutes with our new son and the fact that I was mom and Matt was dad. We had a son. A beautiful and perfect son.
After 3 years of trying, one round of ivf/icsi, one ovarian ectopic, a rough start to a pregnancy that ended with an overdue baby delivered via a c-section after an induction with a long labor and too many hours pushing, we welcomed Logan Matthew Bard into our family.
Logan Matthew Bard
born 8/4/2011 @ 10:53pm. 7lbs 3oz and 21"long.
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