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She seemed surprised and went to get the midwife. I told GSI needed to get my DH so he wouldn�t miss the birth. I went to the door and my mom was right out there and I told her GS tested positive for drugs, thinking it was the percocet. I was terrified of the percocet in her system because when it was prescribed the Dr. said it was safe to take while as far along as GS was pg but, not during or around labor because it slows the baby down and could make his start very sluggish. My mom motioned for my husband to hurry and come. My mom, DH and myself arranged ourselves at GS� head while the midwife and nurses tried to get GS positioned. GS cried she needed to push. I think the midwife said she could see him, one of the nurses said to slow down because she would tear and hold her knees with her pushes. Everyone was giving directions it seemed. Things were going so incredibly fast!! GS pushed I think maybe three times and Mitchell was born. They let me cut the umbilical cord and then told my DH and I that we could follow our baby to the nursery. We went out into the hall where they had a mobile like exam table. The nurse from the nursery, Sally, and the anesthesiologist examined Mitchell. He wouldn�t cry, or was breathing to fast, had too much vernix, was not a good color, god it seemed like they were saying so much stuff was wrong with him. My god, they kept saying all this stuff was wrong with him and my husband and I stood back at a distance and just tried to absorb everything thing they were saying. I kept thinking, Shit, here we go again! (Our daughter who I delivered needed to be resuscitated at birth, had a seizure, immature lungs and we weren�t allowed to hold her for a few days). The nurse said something like, �Mom, don�t you want to get over her and take some pictures of your son?� Oh, my god, I hadn�t even thought about that, I was terrified for him. Pictures were the last things on my mind; I wanted them to concentrate on him, to make him all right. They seemed to keep talking quietly between the anesthesiologist and the nursery nurse. Saying things that seemed coded or something. After a while they whisked Mitchell off to the nursery. My DH and I stood back, not sure how life threatening everything was that was going on with our son. Just thinking the percocet had really seemed to sedate him. I didn�t even have the opportunity to tell my husband about the drugs in GS� system. So, at this point he knew absolutely nothing about our son or the fact that GS had used a percocet. The nurse seemed concerned for him and I was afraid from her actions/ words he had life threatening problems. But, then took time to wash his hair, his body, weigh him. All things that seemed irrelevant for someone in such danger. She talked about doing testing to check for his Gestational Age and other tests. I asked her about the drugs GS had used. She said GS had given them permission to talk to us about it. She told us GS tested positive for Methaamphetamines. Oh, my god! This is the stuff you see on the news all the time. How could she have done this to us?! It was all a lie. I kept thinking about how I had told her about my daughters birth, how badly we had been treated when looking into adoption, how my mom was using her retirement to pay for our son! It was all a big f�ing joke to her. She probably laughed at us all the time. I told my husband I hated her. How could she have done this to our baby?! The nurse said there was no way to know for a while how bad the drugs GS had done would affect him. When we followed our son into the nursery I was able to tell my husband about the percocet GS had taken. Up until now that is all we thought it was and I honestly thought he was having the sluggish start like the Dr. who prescribed it warned us about. But, oh my god, Methaamphetamines?! She said it depended on if she used regularly or maybe this was the first time because the pregnancy was getting to her.