On Monday 11.11.13 Davis and I were watching “The Voice”
and I was sitting on the ground while he was rubbing my neck and back. So
randomly I felt like I peed my pants, it as like a small gush of water.
So I said, Hm that was weird. And then I leaned forward and another
gush came and I yelled Davis! I think my water just broke! So as I'm
running to the bathroom by my kitchen it really gushed and soaked my pants.
It was so cool! Which might sound
so weird but I didn’t think I would get to experience having my water break and
I did! Totally not like the movies
portray it though.
I was officially 4 days past my due date. But I do
wonder about my real due date because it was originally 11.13.13 and they moved
it up to 11.8.13. So who knows if I was really 4 days late or just 1 day
early. Anyway! We drove to the hospital and we were both calling our
families freaking out that it was actually happening. We got checked into the hospital at 8:40pm
and I was only dilated to a 2 but since my water broke they had to keep me
there. So we get into our room and my mom and dad came and stayed until
like 11pm. They said I wouldn't have the baby until 11 am the next day so
dad was like Lis we are going home. Ha ha mom was so bummed cause she brought
a blanket and her pillow... of course only mom right ha ha. So they left and we
just chilled. They would come in and check me like every hour to see how
I progressed. They put me on pitocin right when I got admitted so my
contractions started right from the get go and man were they painful. I
only lasted 3 contractions before I asked to have an epidural. Holy crap
that thing hurt like the dickens! I nearly bounced off the bed cause she
didn't let my numbing shots set in before doing the big epidural needle and so
I totally felt it. Worst feeling ever. And they make you grab your
knees and arch your back like a cat would. So your spine is 100% exposed
to this massive needle. Ugh I can't even remember it cause it makes me
feel it all over again. Gross nasty ew ha ha. So at about 2 in the
morning I was dilated to a 7 and then at like 3 they came in because I was
having contractions like a minute apart which was putting stress on lexi.
So they gave me this shot that slowed down the process. It didn't
work very fast and I went from a 7 to a 9 in like 15 minutes. So they
really watched me close. I started to get a fever too at about this time
so they started me on antibiotics. Finally around 6 am I was dilated to a
10 and the pushing started. Holy biggest work out of my life. The way they made me push was by holding my
breath, trying to do a crunch and holding it while they counted to 10. I was like, MY HELL COUNT FASTER! They
had to put me on Oxygen too to help Lexi because her heart rate was all over
the place. I pushed until 6:57 am and then she was born! Her birthday is
11.12.13 isn't that so cute! She was a whopping 9 lbs.
Then came the scary part. When Dr Enlgand pulled her
out I didn’t hear anything. I kept
thinking “Hm… maybe they just need to spank her to get her crying”. Then he plopped her down on my gut and she
was arching her back way big and her mouth was wide open as if she was crying
really hard but no sound came out…. Just gargling sounds. I will never forget that sound. I just sat there and starred at her sort of
in shock at what was happening to my brand new baby. It took the nursing team 2 seconds before
they grabbed her and started suctioning her.
As I was getting taken care of I just sat there and watched as they
worked on her. It’s never good when you
see one nurse give another nurse a look of nervousness. They had her on CPAP right away. They
took her to the nursery and Davis went with them. Of course the nurse tried to explain that they
were just taking her away to help her and look into why her Oxygen levels were
dropping and she acted all nonchalant about it.
And I’m like, Yeah girlfriend I am not an idiot I’ve been around the
medical field long enough to know there is something really wrong.
I didn't get to see her until like 9 am. She looked
awful. She still had all the gross stuff all over her and had a nasal
canula in. She was so swollen and just
looked limp and was really struggling for air.
She didn’t have a normal cry until later that day. It was so sad. She had swallowed and
inhaled amniotic fluid and Meconium. She struggled to get a full breath
all day on the 12th. At like
5pm Dr Duffy came into check in with us before he went home. He prepared us for her needing to be
transferred to a NICU if she didn’t do well through the night. I knew that was coming anyway, I just wasn’t
emotionally prepared for it. But he also
said that he didn’t really think she needed it and he wanted her to be able to
pick herself back up and fight through it.
For the rest of the night on the
12th we just had visitors and would go see her in the nursery. I didn’t get to see her a ton so I didn’t know
how good or bad she really was doing.
So this is the shortened version from here on out.... at
1:30am that night (so technically we are now into the 13th) we were
praying together and during the prayer I started crying. I just had this overwhelming feeling of
missing her and a feeling of being cheated of all the cool things with a new
born baby like skin to skin time and having the baby in the room with you. After Davis finished the prayer I asked him to
go check on her one more time because I had an uneasy feeling and I had to
know how she was before I fell asleep. Well he left and didn't come back
for over an hour. We knew the whole time that there was a possibility
that she would be transferred to the NICU at IMC. When he came back into
the room around 3 am he was crying. I could tell he had been crying hard
for a longer amount of time too. The news he had for me was that she
wasn't doing well, she couldn't breath and was declining fast. She also
was showing signs of an infection but the results wouldn't show for 48 hours with
what type of infection it was. So his news when he came back was that she
was being life flighted to the IMC on 5300 south and would be in the NICU.
Life flight was already on their way. The sad part about all of it
was that Davis had to fight for our poor little girl's life. They didn't
want to transfer her, they wanted to keep her there for 3 days and see if she
could get through it on her own. As the mom that really hurts my heart
cause I know she could've died if we let them do that. I have never been
so grateful for Davis and his ability to listen to the spirit and do what he
thought was right. He made the nurse call the doctor that was on call at
home to wake him up and come in and look at her so we could show him that she
was declining. Anyway, when life flight came they talked to us and
wheeled her into my room so I could say good bye. The head nurse said we
did the right thing and made the right decision because she was on her way to
tanking. Ugh it just gives me the chills knowing she was doing that bad.
So she was admitted to the NICU at 5am on Wednesday the 13. I was
determined to get let go early from the hospital so I didn't take any pain
meds. I would only let them give me
ibuprofen. So the day after having my baby I went home ha ha crazy right!
It's amazing how your adrenaline can pump when you know your child is in
danger. The story from here on out gets pretty normal, she did the usual
NICU thing that our family have seen so many times. She had to be on
oxygen because she got pneumonia from inhaling all the fluids. She also got a
blood infection called Strep B. One of the NICU nurses told us it is a
very lethal infection if it isn't caught in a timely manner. Dr Duffy also said later that if I had
delivered her at home like with a midwife type of thing that she would have
died because she wouldn’t have had antibiotics in time. What is crazy is I tested negative when I did
get my test done so sometime in the last month I developed Strep B and she got
it when she was pushed out. So sad. She was in the NICU for 10 days
and was released to us on the 23rd! She is so precious and I love her
more than I can describe to you. I don’t wish a NICU stay upon anyone
with a new baby but for once I was beyond grateful for the NICU. Having her at the Riverton Hospital was
awesome but they don’t have a NICU and that was scary for us. When we heard she would be life flighted we
both felt so relieved because we knew the NICU nurses and doctors would save
her life and get her healthy. Excuse the
overload of pictures but it was just a really cool and trying experience.
Having a baby is the craziest thing I’ve ever gone
through. I love her more than I can
describe. I miss her more than I have
missed anyone besides my husband. Like
she will nap for 3 hours and by the 3rd hour I am ready for her to
wake up cause I miss her active cute personality. I think she is beautiful and I honestly would
say if she was funny lookin ha ha my poor child. I want the best for her always and want her
to be happy and healthy. Bring on
motherhood!
Officially a Warnock with that skull bow
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