Introducing...
Yes, it's been a while since I've blogged. Being a new mum, it's hard to find the time to do much of anything other than tend to the baby (in fact, the baby is sound asleep on my lap as I type this. If I move her, she'll wake up the minute I put her down...).
Guess I'll start with the pertinent baby info...
Arwen Elizabeth was born 9 days late on April 25th at 8:31 am. She weighed 8 pounds, 2 ounces and was 20.5 inches long. Much to my surprise, she was born with a fair bit of medium brown hair (I was bald until my second birthday, so for some reason I expected similar from my baby.).
The hubby and I went to the hospital at 7pm on Monday (April 24) night to begin having the labour induced. We were there for about 2 hours being monitored and were finally able to go home and watch the Apprentice around 10pm (thank goodness for our PVR! It's been a life saver...). I went to bed around 11pm and was woken up around 2am by some wicked contractions. I got up and started timing them, waking the hubby up and hour later because they were 3-5 minutes apart (for the entire hour), and at least 30 seconds long. We got to the hospital around 3:30am and were admitted. Unfortunately, my normally low blood pressure had completely shot up (pre-pregnancy was around 110/60, during labour it was around 200/100!), so I was stuck in bed being monitored. Not what we'd wanted at all. Note to all the girls out there: Labour is TONS worse when you aren't upwardly mobile. In fact, I kept telling the nurses I had to go to the bathroom just so I could get out of bed and have some relief! Of course that backfired around 5:30/6:00am when they told me I was getting up too much and they would have to catheterize me. Opps. By 7:30am I was in hell. Couldn't take it anymore... So when the nurse came by and offered the demerol (for like the hundredth time since we were admitted), I finally took it. Turns out it was a REALLY good thing I did.
My OB came around 8am to check on me. At this point I knew the nurses were a little worried about something, because the atmosphere had changed and everyone in the room kept whispering (Honestly to this point I STILL don't know what happened, I'm hoping when I go back to my OB in June to find out exactly what went on.). Suddenly, there's like 10 people in the room and my OB is telling me that there taking me down to have a c-section. He explains that there's not a lot of time and they'll try to explain everything on the way to the OR... Now, I'm all doped up on demerol, so if they actually explained things to me, I don't remember. I've tried to piece everything together with the hubby's help, but he didn't get a lot of info either. In fact, he almost got left in the labour room. He said that they code blued the elevator and actually kicked another patient on a gurney off of it and when we got down to the OR they kicked a patient out of there too. So something serious must have been going on. I remember the anesthesiologist coming to speak with me while they were prepping me (wish I knew his name. He was such a nice guy.), he explained that he wasn't sure if they'd be able to do a spinal block because there wasn't a lot of time and that I may have to be put under general anesthetic. He also said that there wasn't enough time to explain the possible complications from either method, but that he'd be available when I was in recovery to answer any questions I may have... I'm (obviously) still doped up, so what am I gonna say?
I think the surgery actually started before the hubby made it into the room (apparently he had to find his own scrubs and figure out how to get all washed up). It felt like someone was jumping up and down on the gurney. Like 5 minutes or so later Arwen was born. Seeing her for the first time is completely indescribable... I think both the hubby and I had a nice little cry before both he and the baby were taken out of the room so the dr's could finish up. The anesthesiologist came back and just talked to me until I was done and wheeled to recovery. I remember at one point asking him if they were using me as an instrument table (because something rolled into my chin). I was told I'd be in recovery for an hour or so, but was instead there for over three hours. I still feel kind of robbed because I missed all of that initial time with my daughter, but it's not like I can do anything about it now... At least the hubby got to be with her and bond with her during that time.
I still find it weird and/or ironic that I was there for hours and only saw the on call dr twice, but that my own dr saw me once and immediately made the decision to proceed with surgery... I mean, from the time he saw me to the time she was born, it was only 31 minutes... Can't wait to find out why...
I'd post a pic or two, but I don't have a clue how to do it...
Guess I'll start with the pertinent baby info...
Arwen Elizabeth was born 9 days late on April 25th at 8:31 am. She weighed 8 pounds, 2 ounces and was 20.5 inches long. Much to my surprise, she was born with a fair bit of medium brown hair (I was bald until my second birthday, so for some reason I expected similar from my baby.).
The hubby and I went to the hospital at 7pm on Monday (April 24) night to begin having the labour induced. We were there for about 2 hours being monitored and were finally able to go home and watch the Apprentice around 10pm (thank goodness for our PVR! It's been a life saver...). I went to bed around 11pm and was woken up around 2am by some wicked contractions. I got up and started timing them, waking the hubby up and hour later because they were 3-5 minutes apart (for the entire hour), and at least 30 seconds long. We got to the hospital around 3:30am and were admitted. Unfortunately, my normally low blood pressure had completely shot up (pre-pregnancy was around 110/60, during labour it was around 200/100!), so I was stuck in bed being monitored. Not what we'd wanted at all. Note to all the girls out there: Labour is TONS worse when you aren't upwardly mobile. In fact, I kept telling the nurses I had to go to the bathroom just so I could get out of bed and have some relief! Of course that backfired around 5:30/6:00am when they told me I was getting up too much and they would have to catheterize me. Opps. By 7:30am I was in hell. Couldn't take it anymore... So when the nurse came by and offered the demerol (for like the hundredth time since we were admitted), I finally took it. Turns out it was a REALLY good thing I did.
My OB came around 8am to check on me. At this point I knew the nurses were a little worried about something, because the atmosphere had changed and everyone in the room kept whispering (Honestly to this point I STILL don't know what happened, I'm hoping when I go back to my OB in June to find out exactly what went on.). Suddenly, there's like 10 people in the room and my OB is telling me that there taking me down to have a c-section. He explains that there's not a lot of time and they'll try to explain everything on the way to the OR... Now, I'm all doped up on demerol, so if they actually explained things to me, I don't remember. I've tried to piece everything together with the hubby's help, but he didn't get a lot of info either. In fact, he almost got left in the labour room. He said that they code blued the elevator and actually kicked another patient on a gurney off of it and when we got down to the OR they kicked a patient out of there too. So something serious must have been going on. I remember the anesthesiologist coming to speak with me while they were prepping me (wish I knew his name. He was such a nice guy.), he explained that he wasn't sure if they'd be able to do a spinal block because there wasn't a lot of time and that I may have to be put under general anesthetic. He also said that there wasn't enough time to explain the possible complications from either method, but that he'd be available when I was in recovery to answer any questions I may have... I'm (obviously) still doped up, so what am I gonna say?
I think the surgery actually started before the hubby made it into the room (apparently he had to find his own scrubs and figure out how to get all washed up). It felt like someone was jumping up and down on the gurney. Like 5 minutes or so later Arwen was born. Seeing her for the first time is completely indescribable... I think both the hubby and I had a nice little cry before both he and the baby were taken out of the room so the dr's could finish up. The anesthesiologist came back and just talked to me until I was done and wheeled to recovery. I remember at one point asking him if they were using me as an instrument table (because something rolled into my chin). I was told I'd be in recovery for an hour or so, but was instead there for over three hours. I still feel kind of robbed because I missed all of that initial time with my daughter, but it's not like I can do anything about it now... At least the hubby got to be with her and bond with her during that time.
I still find it weird and/or ironic that I was there for hours and only saw the on call dr twice, but that my own dr saw me once and immediately made the decision to proceed with surgery... I mean, from the time he saw me to the time she was born, it was only 31 minutes... Can't wait to find out why...
I'd post a pic or two, but I don't have a clue how to do it...
posted by Devon @ 3:14 PM
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