So, as I mentioned in my 36w5d post, I was contracting from Monday night into Tuesday morning. I called Dr. B. and was told to go to the hospital for monitoring. Peter dropped Bobby and Maya at their first day of camp, we arranged for their grandparents to pick them up, and then we headed out for the forty-five minute drive to the hospital. I had contractions off and on, but nothing too awful. We arrived and were instructed to go to APU (instead of L&D), where I changed into a gown and was hooked up to contraction and heartbeat monitors, as well as a cycling blood pressure cuff. We got there around 10am and, as it closed in on 11am, I felt pretty confident I'd be going home. I wasn't feeling contractions anymore and things seemed to have settled. I told Peter that I was fine, to go and get the kids from school, and then, but the time he came back, I was sure I'd be ready to go.
I overheard a nurse in the hallway mention "507" going into the OR. 507? Wasn't that my room? Before I knew it, several nurses and Dr. A., Dr. B's new partner, were in the room and I was told I was next in the OR for delivery and to call Peter back (who, thankfully, hadn't left the building yet). I called Peter and we were signing forms and getting squared away. Not only was my blood pressure through the roof, but I was contracting every 3 minutes, even though I didn't feel the majority of them. Dr. Bailey had been called and he felt it was safest to deliver us then.
I have to admit, I was pretty excited when the anesthesiologist came in; he was the same doctor who did my spinal for Bobby and Maya's delivery and he has a reputation for being the best in the hospital. Since I'm allergic to morphine (I puke, nothing else), and since morphine is the standard for C-section deliveries, he mixed a nice little cocktail to counteract the effects (which, thank God, worked and this time I did not puke).
So, into the OR by 12:15, where Dr. B. met us, and it was go time. I had a combo spinal/epi, in the event the scar tissue was worse than they anticipated and needed longer to work. Peter came in around a quarter of one, and the surgery commenced. I actually didn't have a lot of scar tissue, although based on Michael's placement, Dr. B. did have to make my incision slightly longer (it's still a horizontal, bikini line cut, but it's about an inch longer than the original 4" scar. At 12:50pm, a screaming Michael Dimitri Haytko entered this world.
|July 2, 2013 @ 12:50pm|
While Dr. B. stitched me up, Michael (followed by Peter) went to the nursery to get his first full assessment and, boo hoo, a bath (I love new baby smell) :). I went to recovery until I could feel my feet and then was taken to the postpartum area. I'd been in my room mere minutes when my beautiful son was brought in and our rooming in began.
What a new experience- having my baby with me. Peter gave him to me and immediately, he latched on and began to nurse. Again, a new experience and one that brought me to tears. The initial pictures we have of those moments are pretty rough... I look awful because I can barely smile through my tears. I was put on a magnesium sulfate drip in the event my blood pressure issue was a legitimate one (and not a conditional issue) and, honestly, I must be one of the few people for whom mag does nothing. I felt a little woozy when it first hit and then nothing. I was tired already and it didn't really add much to the pie. (Add to it, that somehow the IV became disconnected from the bag and my pressures remained stable, and everyone pretty much agreed the blood pressure issue wasn't really an issue after all).
Michael and I were in the hospital until Friday with no real issues, save his blood sugar which was on the low side of normal and required heel sticks prior to eating to make sure it stabilized (which it did). He was nursing, however, after a low stick, I was asked to supplement with formula until his pancreas started working better and he could handle regulating his sugars. (I wasn't pumping at the time, so supplementing with breastmilk wasn't possible). I began pumping that day and we gave him 10-15ml of formula post every feeding. This did the trick and, once my breasts were producing (which, funny enough, happened way sooner than I thought due to the C-section; I was pumping a decent supplementation by Thursday), we started giving milk. He was great, though; perfect latch and good breastfeeding, but no issue with the bottle either. It was a sigh of relief to know that, regardless of how we feed him, he's able to do it like a rockstar. (Doesn't seem like a big deal, but after the preemie rollercoaster, this is huge for us.)
|milk drunk: 7/3/13|
|Mommy's Firecracker: 7/4/13|
By the 5th, we were told that we were going home- together! The only delay was that Michael's bilirubin test came back at 13.9; we were told to go to the lab the next day (Saturday) to have a retest and to follow up with our pediatrician. With that, we loaded our new little guy in his carseat and started the journey home!
|Breaking Out! 7/5/13|
|6 days old and already trying to lift his head|
|Breaking Out! Part 2 7/7/13|
So, all in all, it's been a busy week and, honestly, I need a nap.... Which is where I'm going now! Erica will be doing his newborn pics soon, so I'll have something new to share, but for now, I'll leave you with this momento of Michael and I's journey from womb to room. :)