Sweet baby Bradly was due on Oct. 5th. I delivered him on Oct. 18th. 8Lbs 11Oz.
I had a birth plan that completely went the opposite of what happened. I was that mother that had to buy everything brand new for her baby. The nursery was ready, I had my hospitals’ bags packed probably a month before my due date. I had a basket of treats ready for my nurses. I was ready to see my little man. He had another plan….
I was planned to go in on the 19th and get induced. I was completely stressing over this. I wanted to have the baby naturally without any medication. I heard that contractions hurt worse when you were induced. The night before I was going be induced I woke up about 2 A.M. and was feeling very uncomfortable. I just got up and watched T.V. and drank some water.
I stayed up and called my mom about 6 A.M. The contractions were about five minutes apart. Note: My hospital is one hour away. I woke up my husband and told him it was time. Guess what he tells me? “I’m not ready, I need a shower.” Thirty minutes later I go upstairs and he is now clipping his NAILS!! WHAT! I’m having contractions and freaking out. Finally, we are on our way to the hospital and the contractions are getting closer and stronger.
I get checked into the hospital and all hooked up. The Dr. on call checked to see if I was dilated and she says 2 CM. My mucus plug had fallen out the night before but my water had not broken. So the doctor on call tells me that she needs to break my water or I need to go home. Remind you we lived one hour away and I was supposed to meet my Dr. there at 5 P.M. to get induced. The contractions were getting stronger and I said, “well, I guess break my water”. About 11 A.M. they broke my water. The nurse said, “oh there is meconium”, which means the baby had his first bowel movement already. Once your water is broken they make you stay in bed.
At this point, my back is starting to hurt so bad. I can not get comfortable and the contractions are getting stronger and closer. I’m ready to see my baby but I’m still not dilating. The back labor I was experiencing was unbearable and I had to get an epidural. This happened about 4 P.M. I was feeling a little better. (Every time I say epidural my back hurts, FYI) By 10 P.M. I was in horrible pain. I was vomiting. I was only 5 and a half CM and my epidural had fallen out. (I didn’t even want to have one in the first place.) They had to redo the epidural and he missed. So by the time I was pricked the third time. I was miserable.
I remember feeling like I was so cold. I was shivering and I could not control it. They gave me heated blankets so I could warm up. The nurse kept coming in to check my temperature and said it was fine. About 1 A.M. my mom was with me and had a strong maternal instinct and got my Dr. to come to check on me. She personally took my temperature and realized my temperature had gone up. I still had not dilated anymore. I remember them telling me my temperature was 102 Fahrenheit. Then my heart rate had dropped and the babies heart rate went up. I could see the look on my husband’s face and I knew things were getting serious but I really couldn’t take it in because I was completely exhausted and weak. They threw scrubs at my husband and told him to get changed.
While my husband was getting suited up everyone was running around and they hooked me up to all machines. I was completely out of it. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My husband came in next to me and grabbed my hand. I remember dozing on and off and he kept talking to me so I wouldn’t miss anything. Then he said do you hear him? I remember saying “Who?” It then registered, I was hearing my baby’s first cry. I was looking for him just wanting to hold him. They had him wrapped up and I got to just say I love you and kiss him.
Then they rushed him away to the NICU. (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) I told my husband to go with the baby. I heard the baby’s cry fade and I just laid there with tears in my eyes.
My husband came back and said he didn’t know which room they took the baby. My husband came to recovery with me. The baby’s Dr. came in and told me his vital signs were back to normal but he did have a fever. Check out the next part of our adventure when Bradly stayed in the NICU for ten days. Love ya, Mary xoxo
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