We were scheduled to deliver at 7:30 AM, which meant we needed to be there at 5:30. The afternoon before the charge nurse called me and said that I needed to come in and have my blood work done...annoying. Not like I didn't have a million things I wanted to get done, soccer and Phil was at work until the evening. I was texting with my friend, who would be my nurse the next day, and mentioned to her that I had to go over and she told me not to worry about it just to make sure I was there on time. I guess they had started telling people the night before because they would not come on time in the morning. Great, I thought, one less thing to do.
Gina came and got our kids to sleep over there about 7:30 and we were able to try and relax with some friends as we went out a got a treat at wingers. Who knew when I would be able to eat again. ;) When we got home I was stressin that I needed to mop and Phil wanted to lift so we didn't get to bed til about midnight. That makes for a short sleep...if you can sleep haha. Phil was pretty nervous and I don't think he slept much at all. For some reason I was just kinda chill. I don't know why but I honestly felt like I didn't feel anything. Probably some sort of underlying defense mechanism.
4 am and we were up and at em. At 5 right as we were about to leave the nurse called and asked if I had come in the night before for my blood work. I of course told them no and that Katie my nurse had said this morning would be fine. The nurse told me they were just worried about cross matching my blood because of my antibodies! DUH!!! I totally didn't even think of this and Katie totally forgot that I had these.
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We got there at 5:30 AM, blood drawn, massive IV started after blowing one vein {I'm still sore and bruised from both} and then within a half an hour realized we weren't going to be going into surgery at 7:30. It would take time to cross match my darn blood. I am sure we had the same issue last time I delivered but because I had a dr appt the day before I had gone down and done my blood work, allowing them more time to get my blood matched. Whoopsie. We were throwing everyone's schedule off. I felt bad, Katie felt bad and we weren't sure when we were gonna have a baby. And Phil was anxious. ;)
My doctor came in being all sorts of dramatic saying he only had his assistant until 10 and we may not have a baby til lunch time, evening or maybe even tomorrow!!! WTH?!?! Phil was dying saying I should have just come in last night and stressing about waiting. I felt pretty bad but still felt really calm. It was so nice to have Katie there though just to have someone to talk to and pass the time. It could have felt even longer without her there.
I think they were able to cross match my blood and get it to the hospital by about 9 am. At that point they had taken the girl who was supposed to go after me in and so we thought it'd be about 9:30ish when we went back. Unfortunately that girl's husband passed out in the OR. And then they nicked her bladder because of scar tissue and had to repair that. It was well after 10 when she was done and we were stuck waiting....more. Because now my doc had no partner.
There were still a series of hold ups; finding a doctor, said doctor delivering another baby, anesthesia getting called to place epidural as we were ready to head back, waiting to cut for assistant doctor to come down from office etc. The hold ups just kept coming. I said if this is my "story" then that's fine. I always think I wont have one and always do so I'll take this rather than something after.
We finally were under way shortly after 11. I had my mirror and was watching. I think Phil and I were chatting when I thought I heard Dr L say "I think this is bladder, there is just a lot of scar tissue, is this uterus?" That caught my attention. Excuse me you can't tell what things are in there?!?! EEK! He told me he wasn't going to be able to use the little device he used last time because he could only get about a 5inch view on the uterus. He also told me he couldn't tie my tubes if he wanted to (we had filled out the paperwork incase things didn't look good) because he couldn't see them. Great.
Once we got passed all the scar tissue we had a baby in just a few moments. It was the most joyous sound as we were all holding our breathe and our sweet little girl screamed at the top of her lungs! It was seriously and amazing moment. I think it somewhat shock and awe because I wanted to cry but couldn't. We were so happy. Our pediatrician is on maternity leave but scheduled one of her partners to be during to delivery to asses baby. She checked her off and said she looked perfect. We couldn't have been happier or more grateful.
After I got all stitched up and headed out to recovery Katie said "hear that baby screaming, yep that's yours!" haha she just didn't stop. She was letting us know she was her and her lungs were working perfectly. They brought her to me and I was able to nurse her there in recovery. And she was like a pro, knew exactly what she was doing. I have never had my baby in recovery so that was nice.
Katie and Rachel-two of my favs wheeled me back to my room which was decorated so sweetly by Katie. Seriously, how nice is that? She even had a sweet little outfit all ready for Miss Myla after her bath. :) I honestly don't remember a whole lot of the rest of the day. It's all kind of a blur, like "did this happen?" The morphine makes me totally out of it and the lack of sleep doesn't make it much better.
I know the kids came and they were there when she got bathed for the first time, which she LOVED.
I have a love hate relationship with this picture. I sure wish Pierce was here and I could have a picture of my complete family. :(
I threw up constantly from the time I got back to my room til the time I went to bed. Just nonchalantly in my little bag while my visitors stood by! lol Apparently Zophran is a must for me. I also had a lot of bleeding from my incision which I have never had before, just grateful it came out and didn't pool elsewhere. ;) Also being so tired I frequently laid my head down, closed my eyes, and took "a little nap."
I think that was all the exciting news for that day, what a relief. We were both so happy, shocked, grateful and truly so excited!
