Monday January 30th started out like any other day.
I had been to L&D the previous night for consistent contractions. My cervix never changed after being monitored, so they sent home home with an increase in my medications.
I woke up Monday and planned my day. Gilmore girls, a nap, a little more Gilmore girls, send Alex to work, another nap, maybe a movie. (Bedrest life is rough, let me tell ya! 😂) My contractions were pretty steady, so I stayed on top of my pills, taking them every 4 hours.
By noon, I was contracting three hours after taking my pill. This was a little worrisome to me, but I didn’t want to go back to L&D, to be sent home again. So, I got in the shower to see if that would help. It calmed them down a little bit, and I returned to bed. Alex went to work (he just so happened to switch to a swing shift schedule this day) and I did my usual. Around 5:00-5:30 I could barely keep my eyes open, so I took a little nap.
Alex had messaged me and told me he was going on lunch at 7:00. So, I woke up at 7:00 and waited for him to call me. He messaged me again and told me he got stuck on a long phone call and it would be closer to 7:30. So, I decided to get up and get ready for bed. As I sat up on the side of the bed, I had a small gush of water. Alex happened to call about 2 minutes after that, and at first didn’t believe me that my water had really broke! It took some convincing 😬
I headed to hospital and met Alex there. They confirmed that my water had broke, and as luck would have it, my contractions had stopped at this point. I was actually feeling really well! They gave me some antibiotics and told me they were going to try to keep me pregnant until at least 34 weeks.
About an hour after getting to the hospital, the contractions started back up. They were about every 2-3 minutes apart. Since my water had broke, they didn’t want to check my cervix because they didn’t want to risk introducing bacteria. My nurse just told me to let her know if they changed at all or I felt like I needed to push. About a half hour later, I had her check me because they were getting stronger and a lot closer. I was dilated to a 6+. After she checked me, I had a huge gush of water (my water had slowly been leaking the entire time I was there.) I got up to use the bathroom and change my gown. As I was walking back to bed, I had a lot of pressure with my contractions, so she checked me again when I got back to bed. I was then a 7+.
Now, at this point, it was around 10:30. The nurse went to adjust my monitors on my belly, and was getting concerned when she was only finding a heart rate of 77 for the baby. She quickly put me on an oxygen mask and a pulse ox to make sure she wasn’t finding my pulse. After confirming it wasn’t my pulse, she then went to check my cervix again, and discovered that little misters cord had prolapsed. She quickly shoved her hand up into my cervix, climbed on the bed with me while two other nurses were unhooking me from everything wheeling me out of the room. I was now having an emergency C-section, right then.
They left Alex in the room, and told him that someone would be by to get him in just a few minutes and help him get dressed and bring him the O.R. I was wheeled in, quickly moved to an O.R. bed, and draped. My doctor was right there, scrubbed and ready to go. I was quickly prepped, and the anesthesiologist was in there prepping to intubate me. The nurses continued trying to find little misters heart beat, and I remember them saying they couldn’t find his heart beat at all. Because there was no time, I went under general anesthesia for my C-section.
According to when my doctor came by later and told me, and according to my family, from the time I was asleep, they had little mister out in less than a minute. My doctor also said that before anybody in that O.R. could take a breath, little mister was screaming his head off.
Because I went under general anesthesia, Alex was unable to be in the O.R. with me. He was however able to be with out little boy shortly after he was born.
Alex informed me the next day that all he could do was pace back and forth in the room sobbing. He was so scared about both me and the baby. I remember being completely panicked and feeling so helpless towards our baby. I also remember praying and begging that he would be fine, and that they would find his heart beat. It was one of the worst things we had both gone through so far in life! And, its something that I hope we never have to go through again!
Little mister, AKA, Lucas, is doing quite well. He was born at 10:41 PM weighing 4 pounds 4 ounces and 17 inches long. He was born at 33 weeks and 4 days. He’s currently in the NICU learning how to eat, and dealing with some kidney issues. I’ll do a better post about our NICU journey so far soon.
I am doing well also. I’m really sore, but I’m reminded all the time that my C-section wasn’t nice. They can’t be nice when they get your baby out in less than a minute! However, I am feeling better each and every day!