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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

I'd do it all again! Part 1

By the time you read this post I will be well on my way to Chuck E. Cheese! Let's hope so anyway. I'm always late these days! For everything. That's a whole other topic of interest for me, but back to today's post...

My 5 yr. old will no longer be my 5 yr. old after Thursday. Sniffle, sniffle...

He will be 6 years old on December 9th.

Another year older, and another year closer to being a big kid. Sniffle some more...
He's my baby. There are no chances of having more for us. I'm not always ok with that. So this birthday stings a little.

After reading Shell's beautiful birth story yesterday, I was sent into my own memory lane of the day I delivered my sweet baby boy. It was no walk in the park!

I've been reliving it all day, so I wanted to share it with you.

(Maybe it's graffic? IDK? Any labor and delivery story is graffic to me, so just go with it. OR stay far far away if you're pregnant.)

I was induced around 8:00PM on December 8, 2004. They baby wasn't able to move at that point and my OB was concerned he may not be comfortable any longer, so we decided to induce.
(Still not sure if this was the right move for me and baby)

 I checked in, they hooked me up to all the machines, inserted the weird tampon looking thing (yes, I just went there), and hubs and I said our good-byes, as he needed to go home and take care of our big man until we knew more. We figured it was going to be the next day, and he just planned on coming back up first thing in the morning.

I settled in to a nice night of relaxing a long night of flipping through the 16 available channels by either pressing the up or down arrows on the controller.

The contractions began bright and early around 5 a.m. the next morning, and started getting really strong around 6:30 a.m. By then hubs was there, and I had some family in the lobby. My mom and sister.

Right about the time I was feeling like I was going to be cut in two (still no meds) was the same time there was a shift change at the hospital. Typical around 7 a.m. The anaesthesiologist had already clocked out, and the guy that was taking over was running late. I guess there was some hoo ha about the one that clocked out performing my epidural because he was already off the clock. Say what?!

After hearing my screams for another 30 minutes, and meeting my husband in the hall, he broke the rules. Thank God!

Ok, now I can do this, I'm alright.

My contractions were one right after the other, all of the right parts were doing what they were supposed to, but baby was stuck in the crowning position. We pushed for almost 4 hours before they took me in  for an emergency C-section.

The baby couldn't pass my pelvic area. He was too big.

In order to perform the C-section they had to push the baby back up into the birth canal. When they finally got him out he was sunny side up. My husband said his head popped up and it seemed like he sat straight up(obviously he was delirious), but his little head just bobbled all over. That's what I've been told anyway, because I missed all of it thanks to that blue curtain. I wouldn't have remembered anyway, though.

The baby was bruised all over. He had a couple cuts on his head, and his face was bruised in the shape of a muzzle around the bottom. Poor thing!

I was a mess too! Because of the trauma of pushing for so long and the surgery to boot my body was in shock. I was swollen from head to toe. Really swollen. Even my lips were raw and swollen? I do not remember anything about the surgery. In fact, I was devastated to find out I wasn't asleep.

You guys will love this!

Years later I thought everyone gets put out for a C-section. After all, that's what they did to me. Well, after voicing this knowledge I have of the delivery room during my sister's C-section, I was quickly reminded by my husband that I was awake the whole time. "Of course, you were awake, honey. You don't remember this...or that...?"

I was heartbroken-I don't remember any of it. What I'm able to tell you is more of a I-know-what-happened- after-the-fact story.

I'm crystal clear on everything up to the surgery. By that time, my body was so traumatized, I just checked out.

We don't have that cute C-Section picture. You know the one with the heads? The mom looks lovely because she arrived on time and beautiful to her scheduled C, and the Dad is glowing of shock because he just witnessed something Animal Planet-ish, and the baby is swaddled up tight in that blanket we all have universally around the world. The white one with blue and pick stripes. That picture? We don't have one of those. I'm not over that (if you can't tell).

I don't remember anything except "waking up" (but not really-because I was never put to sleep) in the recovery room. Alone. For a minute or so it seemed. Then a nurse came in and asked me a bunch of questions, and the next thing I remember is "waking up" again in my real room with hubs and baby.

I had no concept of time, I had no idea where my son was (my big man-my only child-no more), I had several visitors who had been sent home, and I was not doing well. I felt paralyzed, and scared. But none of this actually came out of my mouth. It just sat in a sea of fuzz in my brain. I'm not even sure I held the baby right away. I couldn't wait to hold him, but I didn't have the strength right at that moment. Nothing could have prepared me for the level of pain I was in. Nothing could have prepared me for what was ahead either.




At December 8, 2010 at 12:44 AM , Blogger Tiffany said...

You poor thing. Sounds like you had a very emotional birth with your second one and you just "checked out". It's ok though. It's not completely the same but I don't remember much from my wedding ceremony. I was so nervous that I don't remember saying my vows..or much else for that matter. I only remember crying as I walked down the isle. so I think you not remembering every detail is okay. at least some one was there to fill i the blanks for you and your little man will have wonderful stories about the day he was born. :)

At December 8, 2010 at 8:32 AM , Blogger Katina said...

Girrrrl, birth is NO joke! You were a trooper! BTW, I am late for everything too! Maybe we should team post about this late thing. It really bothers me that I am late but it keeps happening!

At December 8, 2010 at 9:01 AM , Blogger Jessica said...

My first birth was an emergency C-section after 14 hours in labor. I can sympathize, though I think you out rank me. I was awake enough (at 2 a.m.) to be giving orders to my husband to take pictures (that he doesn't even remember taking b/c he was in shock from the animal planet stuff).

A scheduled Csection (my 2nd birth) really is a totally different experience.

Glad your little man came out okay though. I always remind myself... it could have been worse. (The cord was wrapped around my son's neck, he probably would have strangled coming through the birth canal.)

At December 8, 2010 at 10:44 AM , Blogger Shell said...

Oh, my! To go through all that and then still end up with a c-section- ugh! My sil was sort of like that, though she started labor on her own, went through a lot of pushing first.

At December 8, 2010 at 11:53 AM , Blogger Go Mommy said...

You poor thing, hugs!
My first was an emergency-c and was crazy compaired to my second which was a scheduled.

At December 8, 2010 at 12:48 PM , Blogger Tylaine said...

Wow what a traumatizing experience!
That would be so awful to go through all of that and then still have to have a c-section.
Out of trauma comes a blessing! (sorry if that sounds cheesy but you get the

At December 8, 2010 at 3:07 PM , Blogger Craig said...

Hi, I found you from Shell’s site.

I’m a guy, a dude. Before yesterday I had never read a “birth story”. I’ll repeat what I said to Shell. I’ll never know this experience but I know more of it now. Thank you. And I am now in awe of any women who bears babies.

Four hours!!!!!!!! Then the C section??!!!!! This is why women have babies – men can’t do this.

And you kept it all in. And this is just part one!?

I could never have a baby. I’m exhausted just from the reading!

I'll rest up before reading part two.

God Bless You

At December 8, 2010 at 10:35 PM , Blogger Charlene said...

Making my way through the pour your heart out link...

What an awful ordeal to go through. I've had some pretty horrifying birth stories myself, the joy of those babies far outweigh the trauma we went through to have them. But still it is awful to go through so much pain and agony to have them...they'll probably never realize what we went through to have them either or the fact that we would do it all over again just for them.

Thanks for sharing!

At December 9, 2010 at 2:09 AM , Blogger Helena said...

Oh wow, I am so glad you were ok. That whole thing makes me so nervous, and I'm not even pregnant.

At December 11, 2010 at 2:51 AM , Blogger Amanda said...

Oh, Adrienne! My heart is literally aching for you right now.... especially since I just went through labor a little over a week ago and just can't fathom what you went through... I see there's a part 2 so I'll be back to finish reading after I feed my little one.

At December 11, 2010 at 9:03 AM , Blogger ღღღ-Mumsy said...

I had similar experience as yours with my first born..I didn't know what date it was for a couple of days.

There is nothing like childbirth, and I'm glad you and your son made it through the drama.

At December 14, 2010 at 9:52 PM , Blogger Mommie Daze said...

My first was a planned C-Section, and my second was unplanned when the baby can 5 weeks early. Such different experiences. Being prepared for it makes all the difference. I don't blame you for not remembering anything.


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