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Well here's how my labor began.
It was Tuesday, Dec. 10 & J was getting ready for work, and I just didn't feel good. I was beginning to get a sore throat. So after he left I headed to Wal-Mart for some sudafed. I took my oldest dog Rommel for a ride with me. The whole way there, he kept sniffing my tummy, annoying me to say the least. Anyway, I get to there, get the medicine and get home.
I was so tired once we got back, it was 11:00 pm by this time, that I just went to bed, thought I'll take the stuff in the morning. Well I laid down, and just dozed off and I felt a trickle. Well at first I thought maybe the baby had kicked my bladder again, so I got up and went to the bathroom, and I noticed a little bit of bloody show. I just thought I was beginning to lose my plug. So I went back to bed. Well then I got to thinking. Maybe it was my water. So I got back up and noticed that it was trickling down my legs. Now this is my first baby, so I'm not sure what to expect. So I grab a towel from the closet and lay back down. By this time, I've pretty much convinced myself, that something is going on, and needless to say, I couldn't sleep. I got back up, just made it to the bathroom, and GUSH! There was no doubt that my water broke.
SO I tried to call my friend Jess, who just lives like 3 minutes, (it's 12:30 by this time.) I couldn't get her, so I called my sister who lives with my parents. I called her cell phone, I didn't want to wake my parents up just yet, I knew it was going to be a long day. Anyway, she jumps up and heads down to my house. They live about 15 minutes north of me.
In the mean time, I'm trying to page my husband and get ahold of him. I wanted to take a shower, but that didn't get to happen. My sister must have flown, she was there in no time. I'm still in shock that this was actually happening! DH called me back, told him what was happening and he was going to meet us at the hospital. He was only 10 minutes from there. So we get my bag, and get into the car. & away we went. The hospital is 45 minutes away.
I wasn't having any contractions, or any discomfort, other than the gushing of the water. That is a whole other feeling! Ugh.
We get to the hospital at 2:15 am, they take me to the evaluation clinic, to make sure that my water had actually broken, and to monitor me. They checked me, I was 60% effaced and a full cm dilated. I was there until about 4:30am.
They finally take me to labor and delivery. They started my IV, which hurt like hell. Waited a bit to see if I'd start contracting on my own, which I didn't. Then about 6, they started me on Pitocin. I hate that Drug! It's wicked!
Well it took about half an hour or so and the contractions began. I was doing ok. Things were going. They said that they wouldn't check me again until I began having contractions that I couldn't bear.
About 11 am, they checked me, I was 3 cm and fully effaced. I was glad that I was making progress. My biggest fear was having to have a C-section.
They kept increasing my pitocin every half hour. Finally about 2, they checked me again and I was 4cm. I could have the epidural. I was proud of myself, with my breathing I didn't have to have any stadol or dimeral. The contractions were so strong, I couldn't take them anymore. I really wanted to have a natural birth, but I couldn't. Once I got the epidural, whew! Smooth sailing.
Then all of a sudden my nurse comes flying into the room, telling me that I have to turn, and need to do it now, I do, then about 15 people come running in. The baby had went into distress. The heart rate dropped from 150 to 60 bpm, and was falling fast. They gave me a shot to stop the contractions, and immediatly stopped the pit. They hooked me up to oxygen and that was it. They hooked the internal monitors up to the baby and etc. I was never so scared in all of my life. J was just standing there trying to comfort me. Our hands were tied.
After what seemed an eternity. They took the oxygen off of me, and monitored the baby for about an hour with out the pit. This was about 2:15 pm.
At 3:15 my Dr came in and checked me once again. I wasn't progressing. I wouldn't dilate past a 4. He said that we needed to get this baby delivered. All I could do was cry. I was so upset. My biggest fear was coming true. They came in prepped me, and we waited. I was really upset, my sister was going to be in the room with us when the baby was born, well not anymore. Only me and DH. I started to panic. That is the worst feeling in the world. I was numb from the breast down, I felt helpless. I began to panic, so they gave me a little more and it began to knock me out. I was in and out. My arms felt like jello. It was bad.
I remember being wheeled down the hall way, and J holding my hand telling me that everything would be just fine.
Once in the operating room. The Dr came in and was explaining everything to us, what I would be feeling and what they were doing. They asked J if he would like to see the baby come out, and they had him stand up so that he could see. Before I knew it, @ 4:44 pm I heard. "Well Dad, you better start saving up for a wedding dress, It's a Girl". Then the sweetest little cry I've ever heard in my life.
I couldn't see anything. The nurses were cleaning her up, and all I could do was lay there with my arms strapped down, and dead weight on this table. DH video taped her after she was born with them cleaning her up and etc. They just kept saying how much hair she had and that she was big.
They put her on my chest for about 30 seconds, I got to kiss her and they whisked her away. They said that she was jittery.
I guess she was, I hadn't had anything to eat for 14 1/2 hours, and neither had she.
They took me to recovery where I had to lay for 2 1/2 hours. I didn't get to see my baby until 9:30 that night. No one would tell us what was going on, or why I couldn't see the baby. Finally the Dr's told us.
They said that her blood sugar was low and that they couldn't get her temperature stabolized. It was reach 98.6 she'd start sweating and then it would drop.They finally got it to stay at 98.6, Thank God.
She is the most beautiful baby. She's a true miralce from God. There's not a doubt in my mind. She is my little angel.
She had jaundice really bad. They had to keep her under the lights for a long time at the hospital. When we got released from the hospital, we had to have a billie light that we had to keep her under at home to. That just broke my heart, but I knew that it was for her health and that I had to.
Things are much better now, she's nursing very well and is gaining weight. The Dr said that she's a healthy baby. With a clean bill of health.
WEll that's my story, thanks for taking the time to read it. It's been an amazing adventure, but one that I'd do all over again if I had to. She's worth it. I just look at her, still shocked that I actually have a baby. Here and in my arms. She's a precious little life and I'm so thankful that I have her.
Take care.
I'll post an update on Jaycee later.
Love,
Amber & Jaycee.
Jaycee Lynn
12-11-02
8lbs 3 0z 20 inches
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