So, she was born this morning! The labor /delivery nurse was the same person as when I labored for Teagan, as well as when I was sent to L&D a few weeks ago. Nice. I actually enjoyed her much more when she wasn’t pushing any pitocin
The procedure wasn’t fun, but it’s over now. The anesthesiologist was very nice, and talked me through all the different bits. The doctors ended up needing to use forceps on her to get her out. She wasn’t engaged (it is early) and they couldn’t get a grip on her to get her out. Stu said they were “in up to their elbows” trying to get her. I asked if she was jammed up into my ribs so as to not get out. LOL. There was also a large fibroid in the way. Her eye got a bit bruised, but should be just fine in a few days . We were told to expect it to look bad tomorrow. You could see it worsening as the day progressed.
She ended up being 7 lbs 11 oz. Not too big, just about what they estimated her last week. She looks simply tiny. She ended up having some breathing issues – a bit raspy, due to the c-section not squashing her respiratory track like a vaginal birth does. So, they let me see her, give her a kiss or two and then whisked her away to newborn care – not NICU.
Turns out that it was a good thing I didn’t birth vaginally, even though she wasn’t anywhere near as big as they thought she’d be. I may have something to be grateful for in that damn placenta/overlying vessels. That large fibroid down near the cervix, would have made it impossible for her to fit out. The Doctor ended up needing to remove it, and I ended up with four bags of blood, two bags of plasma. I lost track of how many bags of saline and “stuff” they pushed into me. I think the process (which started early) lasted about an hour longer than they said it would, thanks to the complications.
While they were getting the fibroid out, and then sewing up layer after layer of me, I got the shakes very badly. So the anesthesiologist gave me a Behr hug heated blanket over my arms that helped a bit. I then got another one back in recovery. Ended up staying in recovery for about 2 hours.
They ended up keeping her until about 9pm (where’s my baby!?!) because her glucose level kept dropping. She got about 60ml of formula, a bunch of glucose. Her level would be good, then bad. Stu went to go see her while I stayed in recovery. He brought me back pictures of her. She has a lot of black hair! OMG! I got to see her and hold her around 4pm. Too long of a wait.
We ended up cycling my parents and sister through the newborn room to see her and then up to visit with me. They sort of forgave us for not calling earlier once they found out that I’d only seen her for about 10 minutes.
They finally released her to us around 9pm, after I went down stairs in the wheelchair. Yes, I got up! The nurses helped get me out of bed and settled in the chair. I didn’t push them to go, they actually said I needed to get up anyway. It hurt a lot but I really wanted to see and hold my baby. When we got down there, they said they were just about to send her up. Sometimes it’s the squeaky wheel.
It felt so good to hold her. It took about 10 hours, but she’s finally up with us.
Now, to figure out who she is. LOL!