| Well it all began New Year's Eve of 2002, I was late and decided to take a home pregnancy test and sure enough it was positive. With and expected due date of August 29th 2003. I was only 19 years old at the time and very scared of what my family was going to say. My partner and I went through a roller coaster of emotions considering I got pregnant on the pill and wasn't quite ready for a baby just yet, but not once is not having the baby cross my mind. The entire pregnancy went great no morning sickness at all!! I was blessed. I even fell completely down a flight of stairs at 12 weeks and we were ok! which was amazing. At 6 weeks I went for my first ultrasound and it was amazing to actually see my lil peanut alive inside of me..At 28 weeks I switched doctors because the doctor I was seeing wasn't doing any of the tests that should be done.. As soon as I switched doctors they sent me for a level 2 ultrasound and ordered the glucose test. At the ultrasound the baby wanted to play games she would try to get a view of the heart and he would roll over and then we tried to see what my lil peanut was and he would hold his legs open and as she would scan over he would shut his legs it was soo cute but when she said i'm only going to try just one more time and then i'm calling it quits he opened his legs wide, and sure enough daddy was proud.It's a Boy the tech said and I cried, i've always wanted a little boy. The glucose test came back elevated so then they sent me for the 3 hours screening and I had to be there at 6 am. Well that also came back elevated and as it turns out I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes, luckily enough I was able to control it with diet (that means no chocolate or icecream) but I was willing to give anything up rather than stab myself with a needle. On June 20th 2003 I went in for a normal checkup because I had GD I was classified as high risk and had to go in every week. Well much to my suprise my blood pressure shot up sky high it was 105/98 so they immediately sent me upstairs to the labor and delivery ward and I was admitted right away and monitored for 8 hours to make sure the baby wasn't in distress. The sent me home, he was fine but I had to do the 24 hour urine thing and take it back the next night. All tests came back ok, so back to work I went. On july 10 2003 the same thing happened except this time I had plus 2 protine in my urine and was admitted once again. This time Doc put me on strict bed rest only bathroom privedleges. The worst part was this was a thursday and my baby shower was suppose to be that sunday, I wasn't allowed to go. The next week I went back my blood pressuse was great! They were amazed ready to send me back to work. I went back in on july 28th 2003 and I was so swollen I couldn't get socks or shoes on my feet I had to wear bedroom slippers, no jewelry at all. Before this doctors appt I was actually losing weight I was at 205 when I went back a week later I was 250. My blood pressure was 108/ 99 and +3 protein, I never made it in a room they took me right upstairs. Put on this gown and get in bed on your left side I was told I will be right in to take some blood. By this point I was soo scared and hesitant to call my SO because i've been through this before and they just sent me home. The doctor came running and and checked me I was 100% effaced and 2 CM dialated. He said he was in fear for my and the babys life because my BP was so high he diagnosed me with severe precclamsia. "We're going to have this baby".... wait!!! we're not.... I'M going to have this baby. He said to call everyone that was close that I wanted there for the delivery so I did. They started induction at 12:00 pm on july 28th they inserted the cervidel to help dialate the cervix. I had family in and out all day and night, visiting hours didn't apply to me because I could have him at any time. At about 3 am the new doctor came in and I was only dialated to 4 Cm she then started the pitocin drip, I was having contractions the entire time while I was there but really didn't feel pain just minor cramps, they gave me a pill to help me sleep since I was progressing very slowly. At 7:30 am they broke my water and I still hadn't dialated any more still stuck at 4 cm. About an hour after my water was broken I was experiencing the WORST pain in my life, I cried for hours, I think I must've pushed that nurse call button 50 times before one came running in, and she asked if I wanted to try IV pain meds first, I said sure anything that would be GREAT! so they gave me demulin and I was in another world, I was seeing monkeys on the wall and everyone was starting to come in again and I couldn't remember who was there they said they were talking to me but I would doze off in the middle and then wake up and continue the conversation. I had no clue what was going on at all. Well the good ended too fast and the pain came back. I then opted for my epidural, to all suprise I was stil only 4 CM. I got my epidural and Walt (my SO) he just about passed out, he's not one for needles. I was in la la land, the doc came in after I had just got the epidural and said she was going to have to catherize me incase I had to go to the bath room, I told her I could get up and go if I had to and she laughed at me and said your silly you can't get up with an epidural. Hmm I guess you learn something new everyday. Well at 6:00 pm they rushed in with a ultrasound machine to make sure he wasn't breech, because my contractions completely stopped and no progress. Finally at 8:00 pm after 32 hours of labor they decided to prep me for a emergency C-Section. little man's head was stuck I was diagnosed with a tilted pelvis. But before I knew the reason he was stuck I had the major feAr that i either have a 13 lbs baby or he has a HUGE head but I was wrong. I went into the OR so calm and relaxed the doctor said I took it like a champ, I think me watching all of the labor and delivery shows helped me out in the end, Walt on the other hand was a nervous wreck. The baby was born at 9:32 pm on July 29th 2003 weighting in at 6 lbs 8 oz and 19 inches long.. He measured up pretty good for being 4 weeks early. The only thing that scared me during delivery was that when they pulled him out he didn't cry right away because they had to suction his lungs out all I kept saying was he's not crying why isn't he crying and then it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in my life my wonderful baby boy crying. We could only agree on one name and that was Colin Patrick, I personally loved Connor but I wasn't allowed to name him that. Now at 3 months old he is 13 lbs 6 oz and 23 1/2 inches long.. Thank you for reading |