Lorelai Jane Hays
November 26, 2012
Monday morning I went in to get monitored, my blood pressure and uric acid had been high the past couple of weeks so I started getting monitored twice a week. After being hooked up for about 20 minutes and getting my blood drawn the nurse unhooked me and told me that my doctor needed to see me right now. She then informed me to call into work, because I was for sure on full bed rest (I had been working only ½ days for the past week).
I went upstairs to see my doctor and she walked right in and said, “Yep, it’s time to have a baby.” As most of you know me, which is when panic struck me. She told me she could induce me but she wouldn’t recommend it with my blood pressure. I also had been having pretty intense contractions since Saturday and my body had not dilated at all. After talking over inducing vs. c-section we came the conclusion to do a csection. She then tells me okay, we can do today at 3:00 or Wednesday… my response, “Well, Tanner is off today so I guess today.” I was then told to go home and be back at two, which was in three hours.
That was a fun phone call to Tanner. “Hey honey…whatcha doin… so you wanna have a baby today…?” I stopped by Johnnie’s to get Tanner lunch since I knew he probably wouldn’t eat the rest of the day and then went home to take a shower and get ready. I am not going to lie I cried most of the way home, excited, nervous, well basically every feeling under the sun.
When we got to the hospital it was a rush to get me back to surgery, which made me more nervous. There were two nurses asking me a hundred questions and taking all my vitals within minutes. Then I rested for about 10 minutes before walking me back. They put you in this huge freezing cold room by yourself and just assume you know what is happening. The doctors and nurses were talking about personal stuff and not calming me down so much, which added to my anxiety. After the spinal block I felt just blah. Finally Tanner came in which helped. I don’t remember much after that, I remember her screaming and my doctor being shocked that she weighed 6.6 pounds, she thought she would weigh more. I remember the doctor saying that I wasn’t dilated at all and Lorelai wasn’t engaged and that it was a good thing we went ahead and did the delivery today. After she was out I felt just this heaviness on my chest and I couldn’t breathe, they kept telling me this is quite normal but finally the doctor asked if I wanted to sleep for the rest of it and I said yes. Maybe not the smartest decision since I see pictures of what happened over the next 12 hours but I don’t remember a thing and that makes me so sad to even think about it. I don’t remember the first day of my little girl’s life and it kills me, but I have to know and trust God that it was for the better of my health and hers.
The first time I remember (vaguely) seeing her was at 4:00am on Tuesday wanting to feed her. When the nurse came in she started explaining that they had to formula feed her once because of what happened to me and how I gave everyone a scare. I, of course, had no idea what she was talking about. After Tanner woke up he informed me that I was unresponsive for a good few hours. I had od’d on pain meds through the IV. Tanner told me the nurse came in to wake me up to feed Lorelai and they couldn’t wake me up. Tanner and five other nurses shook and yelled at me, but nothing. My pulse ox dropped to 50%, but only for a second Tanner assures me. They gave me a reversal agent and I finally started coming to and talking nonsense as Tanner recalls. The anesthesiologist came in from home to check on me and they agreed that I was okay now with the reversal agent. The more I thought about that night, I told tanner I do remember him shaking me and it was like I was paralyzed and couldn’t respond and I remember seeing the anesthesiologist in a weird cardigan standing in front of me, all of which really did happen. My heart hurts every time I think of that night. I can’t imagine being in Tanner’s shoes and the thoughts going through his head. But now, everything is okay and Lorelai and I are both happy and healthy.
The hospital stay was a little rough for me. I was hooked up to oxygen, blood pressure cuffs, pulse ox machines, and some sensors to measure my lungs for a couple of days. I was okay but they were just making sure. I had to have a chest xray and everything turned out okay. So on top of the “kinda” emergency c-section, my scare, the after effects of being hooked up to so many machines, being in a ton of pain, and oh yeah my hormones being out of control… well, lets just say anxiety and post-partum got real. No one can ever prepare you for that.
We have been home for a little over a week and a half now and she is a great baby. I keep waiting for the honeymoon period to be over. She feeds great and only cries when we change her diaper or give her a bath. She sleeps wherever we put her and is the best snuggle bug around. Today was her two week check and we were told to just let her sleep and don’t wake her anymore to feed. She has gained a pound since we left the hospital and Dr. C was more than happy with that.
We have been blessed beyond words by friends and family and have been showered with visits, prayers, and of course food. We cannot thank everyone enough for being there for us and showing all your love. I hope to update the blog more now since I have a lot more to write about other than random stuff. So stay tuned for more blog posts about our new life as a family of three!
|About to leave for the hospital|
|First family photo|
|Mommy and Me Time|
|First diaper and swaddle by dad|
|2nd night at the hospital|
|I felt like Superwoman right before this picture. I fed, diapered, swaddled, put you to sleep, got out of bed myself to go to the restroom and was in so much pain but DID IT!|
|Going home outfit that was HUGE!|
|Here we go!|
|Tanner refused to get on the highway.|
|First doctors appointment to check on jaundice.|
|Dogs were a little jealous.|
|First bath at home|
|Love this little preemie outfit, that is almost too small :(|
|She loves holding on to your fingers.|
|Out for the count.|