It started as any normal Sunday.
Gareth usually has every other Sunday off; but today was his work day. He gave me a kiss goodbye & said he loved me like he does every day; & he left for work. I rolled around in bed for a while, rather uncomfortable as I needed to use the bathroom. I was deciding whether to just stay in bed & try to get back to sleep, or should I drag my fat pregnant butt out of bed & go to the bathroom...
Needless to say... What happened next made me glad that I'd decided to get up...
It was in the bathroom when it happened. I hadn't even 'done anything' yet; but I saw the blood... Lot's of it (bearing in mind I was just shy of 38 weeks pregnant. I was 37 weeks & 6 days by this point)
I called Gareth straight away; instructing him to not panic & then going on to explain the situation before hanging up & calling the labour ward at the hospital, where they instructed me to come in to be checked.
Gareth got home a lot sooner than expected (I'm guessing it was due to the early hours)
, the kids got ready; we grabbed my hospital bags & left for the hospital a.s.a.p.
I'll try to make this as short as possible; because the events that happened once we were at the hospital were... Well; I guess 'memorable' or 'complex' are some ways to describe it :/
I think there were quite a few emergencies taking place at the labour ward; because when we arrived there was no one around & it took them a full hour just to see me! (bearing in mind that I was still bleeding the whole time)
Luckily I had managed to get through to my younger sister before I left for the hospital; & she turned up to pick the kids up & take them back home for us... I guess it was fate that she came in time, because I was seen shortly afterwards... & that's when it all happened.
Basically; the midwife seemed certain that the blood was due to a 'show' (labour jargon, you can check on Google if you're curious)
or that my waters had broken, as sometimes there can be quite a bit of blood in either that could alarm the mother.
.... I've been pregnant & given birth twice already, I KNEW this wasn't 'normal', I was loosing far too much blood & with each passing minute I was worrying more & more about our unborn child!
I was hooked up to a heart monitor as the midwife took my details at her desk, & we noticed that the baby's heartbeat kept dipping. Gareth watched that number like a Hawk, refusing to take his eyes off it once he noticed the heartbeat kept dropping.
It was Gareth who alerted the midwife to the fact that the heart rate had dropped to 20
! The heartbeat had gotten slower, & slower... & eventually it went silent...
The midwife rushed over & fiddled with the heart monitor to try & find his heartbeat once more (it's not unusual for them to loose the heartbeat, on account of the baby moving or whatnot, but the fact that I'd listened to his heartbeat grow slower & slower & then go silent, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared shitless at that point)
The midwife hit that red emergency button & a group of nurses & doctors came rushing in. I was taken to another room where they hooked me up to the monitor again (they were able to find his heartbeat again; this time he was at his normal levels again)
To round this up... I was examined; had my waters broken & eventually the doctor informed me that I would need to undergo an emergency Caesarean section as the baby was distressed & I was loosing too much blood (plus Gareth later told me that the baby's heart rate had actually dropped off the chart more than once)
... But by this point I already fucking knew I'd need a C-section! I knew something was wrong & I just wanted to make sure the baby was ok!
I'd had a placenta abruption, which means the placenta (the thing connecting me & the baby together; which also supplies him with nutrients; oxygen & blood)
had started to come away from the wall. To be completely honest I actually thought this might be the problem, not exactly an abruption; but that there was something wrong with the placenta.
I was separated from Gareth as they took me to theatre, all the while they were saying I may have to be put under general anaesthetic; which would mean Gareth would not be in the room with me.
The only way I can describe inside that room; was chaos... There were so many people rushing around, I had needles stuck in here & there to take blood & administer a drip. I had an oxygen mask on my face that was hard to breathe in (but luckily the nurse eventually replaced it with a different one that I was able to breathe in properly)
. Everything was going at about 90 miles an hour; so quick & desperate that there wasn't even any time for me to sign the consent form.
I was told that instead of being put under; if I could manage to lay on my side then I'd be able to have a spinal. I ignored the fucking pain & forced myself onto my side; there was no way I was going to be asleep when they delivered my baby & there was no way in hell Gareth wasn't going to be there either!
The spinal hurt like a mother fucker! I'm guessing they were trying to get it done a.s.a.p.
I was reunited with Gareth just as they scrambled to put the sheet up & cleaned my belly. I later found out that one of the nurses had to try & calm Gareth down when he was waiting in another room; as apparently he was climbing the walls with worry (so to speak)
The baby wasn't breathing when they pulled him out; but luckily after assistance he was breathing on his own within a minute (we didn't even know this till after we looked at my hospital notes. I guess they didn't want us to start panicking)
. I think it's safe to say that both Gareth & I were complete sobbing wreck's when we heard the baby cry for the first time.
Oscar was born at 10:34am, he weighed 6 lbs 5 oz, the smallest baby I've ever had (his brothers were much bigger)
There's more to the story; but I wont go on (if anything I guess the hospital stay etc is just trivial)
The healing process is bloody annoying; & so far I've been 'told off' by four different midwives & a health visitor, instructing me that I should be resting.
I've finally taken their advice & decided to rest to allow myself to heal.... well; sort of anyway...
I'm not lifting weights or running a marathon; let's just put it that way. Although I find myself surprised each time I'd reminded that I'm 'healing after a major surgery', & I just sort of go 'oh yeah; it was wasn't it'
Don't get me wrong; the pain afterwards could not be bloody ignored, believe me. I was in tears on more than one occasion because the pain got too much (& I don't bloody cry when I'm in pain!)
... I just don't like sitting around.
I was pretty much confined to a chair through most of my pregnancy due to terrible morning sickness; & eventually SPD (symphysis pubis dysfunction)
which made it difficult to even walk the school run each day (or even turn in bed for that matter)
I think I jinxed myself; as I'd often talked about how I was looking forward to the baby being born so I could finally get up & get stuff done. I was looking forward to doing night feeds & looking after the baby... But I've been told I can't do anything for 6 weeks because I need to heal...
</span>* headdesk *
Well the count is up to 3 weeks now; so 3 more weeks to go. Then I should be able to get back to doing some exercising & lifting weights; as well as making the trek into town whenever I need to etc (even be able to sit in a bath for a long time & not have to worry about my mid-section bursting open like something from Aliens... That probably wouldn't happen; but you never know XD )
Especially with christmas & one of my son's birthday's coming up. I can't be sitting around when so much stuff will need to be done.
Plus; I'm currently on a course of Iron tablets. About two-three months worth on account of how much blood I lost. Apparently I was on the brink of needing two blood transfusions, & they were going to keep me in longer as my iron/platelets etc count was so low; but as I felt fine (& the levels had slowly risen again)
they were willing to discharge me.
Have to say I've noticed a few times that having such low levels has affected me physically, but; hopefully it should be back to normal in a month or so. As long as it doesn't stop me from being able to get out & about then I'm not worried.
The baby is absolutely fine & actually growing quite fast! He had a bit of jaundice when he was born but apparently that is normal in c-section babies; & it was gone within the first week anyway. Plus I've noticed that he eats a lot; just like his brothers did; which is probably why he's growing so fast. He's really alert too; & he seems to enjoy watching the tv, which is weird
He seems to like keeping us up at night for a few hours; but nothing too serious (we've just been squeezing in extra sleep here & there when we can manage it, as well as having earlier nights etc)
I think I've written more than enough here now, & this is shorter than what I'd written before! I detailed the hospital stay as well as other notable occurrences (& unpleasantness)
; but I think this is all that needs to be known for now.
Needless to say; things have been pretty busy around here
I'll be around. Chat laters
- - - - - - - FAAAAAAAAAAAACEBook
Remember to check out my facebonk...Uhm... I mean Facebook page