On Thursday I was working around the house and getting things ready for the baby's arrival. I finished folding the clothes that I had washed the day before and a few other things like hanging the letters I had painted for his room. I was planning to head on over to the hospital to pre-register but decided to take a nap before I left. At about 2:20 I woke up from my nap and I felt a small trickle. My first thought was 'Am I peeing my pants?' and wrapped my blanket around me. I felt a little bit more and thought 'Is my water breaking?!?!?!?!?'. I dropped myself to the floor from our couch and felt a huge gush! 'What just happened?' I thought. I could hardly believe it as I sat on the floor in the blanket. I knew there was no way I had lost control of my bladder like that. No way.
I called David and I tried to act casual.
'So where are you? and how much work do you have left to do?'
'I'm at the office, why?'
'Not to freak you out but I think my water just broke. I could have also peed my pants. I'm going to call the doctors office to see if I need to come in. Come home when you are finished with your work.'
During our brief conversation I worked to finish packing my hospital bag and wash the blanket. The more I did the more I panicked. I knew it was my water but I was secretly hoping it was urine. I know thats gross but I'm not due for another month! There was no way this could be happening. After all, we weren't ready and we hadn't even taken a hospital tour yet!
I called the doctors office and they told me to come on in. At this time I can feel the contractions coming on. I started timing them and while they were tolerable, they were only five minutes apart. I told David and he looked at me and asked what that means 'It means we should head to the hospital'. Our doctor's office is at the hospital so they told me to just head on to the labor and delivery area. Ekk. Once we got there, I was tested to see if it was my water that broke. It was water. I couldn't believe it. It was time.
By this time its around 4pm and we are settling into our room. I'm being monitored and being given pain killer [thank goodness]. Getting the epidural wasn't bad at all. I had pictured in my head that it was awful and almost as bad as labor itself. I barely felt the needle go in. They also gave me another painkiller that I could control with a button. I referred to this painkiller as my 'magic button' for the remainder of the stay in that room. It really was magic. Before I knew it I couldn't even feel the contractions.
They continued to monitor me and see where I was until I was fully dilated. About 4 in the morning, my doctor came in and told me it was time to start pushing. This meant I couldn't press the magic button anymore. Boo. I pushed for four and a half hours. I pushed well according to the doctors and nurses who were helping me but we weren't getting anywhere. James head was just not moving any further. We changed positions to see if that would help. Nope. We tried the vacuum next without success. We finally realized that I had been pushing for a while and barely had energy to push anymore and he wasn't coming out willingly anymore.
It seemed that our little guy, who was so eager to come out, had changed his mind. It was time for a c-section. At this point I was very sore from pushing for so long. It seemed that I might as well have been without an epidural since it seemed it had worn off so much. They wheeled me into the operating room and transfered me onto a new bed. There they numbed me from the ribcage down. That was spectacular. Other then some pushing, I couldn't feel a thing. They put up a sheet so that David and I couldn't see anything going on during the surgery [because it's gross] and one of the doctors helped to keep me warm since I was shaking.
The surgery was over before we knew it and they were holding James above the blanket for us to see. He was red and crying like most babies do when they are first born. David accompanied James and the nurses to the nursery while the doctors stitched me up.
James Grey Ruybalid was born on July 4th, 2008 weighing in at 6 pounds and 11 ounces. He is 19 1/4 inches long. He is currently staying in the nursery while the nurses monitor him. He is no longer on oxygen but is under light therapy for jaundice. He is doing amazingly well for being premature. David and I finally were able to hold him today and I attempted to feed him. Feeding didn't work out too well since he just wanted to sleep :).
We are not sure of how much longer the baby and I will be at the hospital. It still seems unreal. I feel a little more like a mom every time I hold him. We will keep everyone updated when we can. Right now David and I are taking advantage of James being in the nursery and sleeping every chance we get. We appreciate all of your support and prayers. We've received a ton of phone calls, text messages, and emails over the last few days and each one has brought a smile to our faces. Thank you again! Here are some pictures for your enjoyment.
I called David and I tried to act casual.
'So where are you? and how much work do you have left to do?'
'I'm at the office, why?'
'Not to freak you out but I think my water just broke. I could have also peed my pants. I'm going to call the doctors office to see if I need to come in. Come home when you are finished with your work.'
During our brief conversation I worked to finish packing my hospital bag and wash the blanket. The more I did the more I panicked. I knew it was my water but I was secretly hoping it was urine. I know thats gross but I'm not due for another month! There was no way this could be happening. After all, we weren't ready and we hadn't even taken a hospital tour yet!
I called the doctors office and they told me to come on in. At this time I can feel the contractions coming on. I started timing them and while they were tolerable, they were only five minutes apart. I told David and he looked at me and asked what that means 'It means we should head to the hospital'. Our doctor's office is at the hospital so they told me to just head on to the labor and delivery area. Ekk. Once we got there, I was tested to see if it was my water that broke. It was water. I couldn't believe it. It was time.
By this time its around 4pm and we are settling into our room. I'm being monitored and being given pain killer [thank goodness]. Getting the epidural wasn't bad at all. I had pictured in my head that it was awful and almost as bad as labor itself. I barely felt the needle go in. They also gave me another painkiller that I could control with a button. I referred to this painkiller as my 'magic button' for the remainder of the stay in that room. It really was magic. Before I knew it I couldn't even feel the contractions.
They continued to monitor me and see where I was until I was fully dilated. About 4 in the morning, my doctor came in and told me it was time to start pushing. This meant I couldn't press the magic button anymore. Boo. I pushed for four and a half hours. I pushed well according to the doctors and nurses who were helping me but we weren't getting anywhere. James head was just not moving any further. We changed positions to see if that would help. Nope. We tried the vacuum next without success. We finally realized that I had been pushing for a while and barely had energy to push anymore and he wasn't coming out willingly anymore.
It seemed that our little guy, who was so eager to come out, had changed his mind. It was time for a c-section. At this point I was very sore from pushing for so long. It seemed that I might as well have been without an epidural since it seemed it had worn off so much. They wheeled me into the operating room and transfered me onto a new bed. There they numbed me from the ribcage down. That was spectacular. Other then some pushing, I couldn't feel a thing. They put up a sheet so that David and I couldn't see anything going on during the surgery [because it's gross] and one of the doctors helped to keep me warm since I was shaking.
The surgery was over before we knew it and they were holding James above the blanket for us to see. He was red and crying like most babies do when they are first born. David accompanied James and the nurses to the nursery while the doctors stitched me up.
James Grey Ruybalid was born on July 4th, 2008 weighing in at 6 pounds and 11 ounces. He is 19 1/4 inches long. He is currently staying in the nursery while the nurses monitor him. He is no longer on oxygen but is under light therapy for jaundice. He is doing amazingly well for being premature. David and I finally were able to hold him today and I attempted to feed him. Feeding didn't work out too well since he just wanted to sleep :).
We are not sure of how much longer the baby and I will be at the hospital. It still seems unreal. I feel a little more like a mom every time I hold him. We will keep everyone updated when we can. Right now David and I are taking advantage of James being in the nursery and sleeping every chance we get. We appreciate all of your support and prayers. We've received a ton of phone calls, text messages, and emails over the last few days and each one has brought a smile to our faces. Thank you again! Here are some pictures for your enjoyment.
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