First of all, I owe a huge thanks to all of you guys who sent me well wishes over the last 36 hours!
For everyone who is close to us, I’d like to post our latest adventure, as I can’t call everyone and tell you every detail about it! I’d like to, but then I’d leave things out by accident, ramble on and on, or fall asleep from the drug hangover I’m in right now. With text, I can at least re read it to make sure it makes a tiny bit of sense!
Do know that normally I don’t even tell people when we have any kind of incident with the DR when it’s actually happening, because it turns into everyone talking to everyone else over the phone about my body parts. Of course it’s out of concern and love for me from others, but I want to be the one to tell you about my vagnina. I don’t want it to be what you call others up to talk about. Maybe it’s the hippocratic oath beaten into my head from years in the medical profession, but it just is uncomfortable for me to think that people converse about my insides without me! Does anyone else get touchy about this? I guess my solution is to wait until I know everything is perfectly fine, so there’s less up in the air to talk about without me. This time I just got too nervous to keep it to myself so I told the ones closest to me sooner than I normally do! How ticked would everyone be if we had the baby and didn’t give anyone a heads up? “Oh whoops, he just slid right out, ya’ll!’
Thursday afternoon, I wore new pants.
I noticed my pants were too tight. But they looked fabulous, I am just big. So in turn, they are just tight around my belly/hoo haa region.
I get home from errands which included lots of stooping down to pick up Harper…lifting a couple of cases of water into my car… and heave ho-ing a metric ton of panera bread into my face. I notice that I’ve been spotting (I presume all day just because I didn’t go to the potty the entire time I was out to even check). I just kept saying “those damn pants…they were just too tight!!!!” I called my DR and they basically said “if you want to come in, come in and we will check you out, but if you want to wait, that’s fine too, just see if anything changes”.
Lately, I’d rather not go to the doctor. My kid SCREAMS when we go. She thinks it’s her time to get shots. It makes it nearly impossible for the doctor to even speak to me. They just throw my papers at me and run in fear of their lives…and the other 20 pregnant ladies in the office get the look of fear plastered on their faces. So, I chose the “lets just wait and see” option. I mean, I wasn’t dying.
Friday it was still happening, along with cramps, so I worked up a sweat over it, and decided to ditch the kid and run to the doctors before they closed at noon! Props to everyone who took my child Friday AND today!
Doctor’s visit went this way:
- Sit in a recliner with monitors hooked to me to watch baby 2.0 and myself.
- I get a CRAZY hot/nausea/dizzy flash that prompts me to call the front desk seeking 911 help. “Hey…..I’m in the back of the office…….I’m pretty sure I’m fainting and about to throw up….and I’m hooked to machines….and I don’t want to scream for help….so can you come back here???”
- 5 people come into the 5×5 room I was shut inside of to hand me juices and wet wash cloths, oh yea, and fan me with magazines. It worked.
- The doctor shows me that the cause of that spell was a contraction. Well, don’t I feel stupid, it didn’t really feel like one.
- “Your cervix is long and closed, so that’s good, but go get and ultrasound and head to high risk floor to be admitted.”
- Ultrasound shows baby 2.0 is 5.5 lbs (That puts him measuring at 35.5 weeks, when the due date says he is only 33 weeks). I like this.
- Remove my car from the illegal concrete barrier I parked it onto (because my car is the size of a nickel and can fit almost ANYWHERE), and zoom over to valet parking, where I know the dudes will take care of my precious nissan cube. Oh yea, and all I have to do is park it at the door and pay when I pick it up. Lazy girl’s dream spot.
- Get the full work up, IV, injections, asked to sport a nice gown…you know the drill.
- Here’s where things get confusing for me. Nurse A says “Not a huge deal, your baby looks perfect, we will make the contractions disappear with Procardia and you’ll go home in a few hours, but if anything progresses (which it probably won’t) they’ll first give you magnesium to try to stop it, THEN steroids to develop baby’s lungs for delivery. But don’t worry about that stuff.” Nurse B says “You’re contractions are closer together than we thought so lets give you the Procardia again, and throw a dash of demerol/phenergan in your butt cheek. Tell your husband he just needs to come pick you up later and take you home” Nurse C (which was our favorite by her attitude) is super cool the whole time. Until I call her because I am getting lightening pains in my crotch. This is when she realizes we have a planned C section, something she did not know, and was apparently valuable information to her. She lets us know that she needs to send us to another floor within the hour so they can start my magnesium. Ya know, the stuff they give you when the current drugs aren’t working. Then she throws in, they’ll give you steroids too so your baby’s lungs are developed if the mag doesn’t work. I then announce that I’m freaking out. Just because things are going too fast for me- it made me flash back to our previous C section. Within 4 minutes they decided on a major surgery and had me wheeling down the hall towards the OR with Harper, our first. Nurse D (I know, it’s getting hard to keep up with now)- was the same “oh no big deal, we’ll give you this, and you’ll be all gravy baby”. I didn’t really like nurse D- she wouldn’t get me a big girl cup of water and it irritated me. I wanted the water. She did have the sweet knowledge to tell John to bundle up because she was turning the thermostat down to below zero since mag will make me feel like I am on fire. I also notice a vomit bag next to her, waiting for me. Good thinking. Luckily, no vomit. It really wasn’t as bad as I had feared. Don’t ever google magnesium side effects, and don’t ask anyone about it either. It’s not as bad as I thought. THEN around 7am, a DR comes by to tell me that nothing has changed, but….wait for it….she’s sending me home at 4pm. HUH? Why did you even admit me if you don’t care that this stuff is happening? furthermore, why are you giving me all these drugs UNTIL FOUR if they aren’t doing anything, AND why are you sending me home on drugs that haven’t effected my contractions? I’m a little baffled. BUT she tells me I can eat breakfast if my contractions ease up some. I ticked nurse D off when I told her that I was eating breakfast and let her know I was more than willing to lie about feeling better to get some bacon. She never came back. I ate an extra sandwich for lunch in her honor. Nurse E (last one I promise) lets me know I’m not in “real labor”, which further confuses me, because WHY AM I HERE? WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME THESE DRUGS?
- I go home at 4pm.
- I’m in bed eating fried food. I’m considering skipping my DR appointment wednesday.
I’ll go on to something more positive- BABY IS NO LONGER BREECH. He’s head down and facing posterior!
I’m now faced with the question of “Do I TRY for a VBAC 14/15 months after a C section”? Here’s my rough plan. I want to schedule the c section at 39 weeks like I’ve discussed with my DR. BUTTTTTT if something crazy happens, like my water breaks and I go into labor before 39 weeks, I’ll consider it a sign that I need to try. Many people will say it’s selfish to schedule a C section when you can try for a VBAC, but this is where I’m coming from: My DR told me she was moderately concerned I wasn’t healed enough, and that it would lead to uterine rupture. Don’t EVER google that. One of the side effects is death to both mom and baby. You guys, I have another baby at home. That’s scary stuff.
I also often think about not being able to pick up Harper for 4 weeks. About missing easter egg hunting fun because 39 weeks puts me at getting a C section the week before Easter. Asking people to help me out more than I would need if I go with a VBAC. Having a hard time getting out of bed when baby 2.0 cries. Having pain trying to feed baby 2.0 because of my incision.
This was much easier when baby 2.0 was running the show with his breech position and making all the decisions for me. Thanks little guy, now it’s all on The Mommy, and what if she screws up?!
Anybody out there want to share their VBAC stories? Especially the ones so soon after a first baby? GO!
PS I have EIGHT band aids on my butt from shots. EIGHT.
I know…you must have noticed I’ve been working out lately.