JT had his surgery and the actual surgery was a success, but pain management was not. His pain spiralled out of control. His heart rate dropped and he would stop breathing. It was a scary time. He ended up staying in the hospital for 3 days.
Well, the night we got home from the hospital, we had to go right back.
I woke up to use the bathroom...totally normal. I haven't had contractions in about a day, and I wasn't having any at the time.
I noticed something in the dark that wasn't right...I was bleeding! It scared me. My first thought lead me back to my miscarriage. All I knew was that I was told to go to labor and delivery if I started bleeding. So I did.
Since I wasn't having contractions and I felt fine, I walked myself to L&D.
My husband however, was being pushed in a wheel chair. We got weird looks, but once we explained, they were sympathetic.
As soon as they hooked me up to monitor the baby's heart beat (which was a welcomed sound to a very scared mother), I started contracting...6 minutes apart...real contractions...ones that really hurt.
One hour later...they were 3 minutes apart and I was near 6 cm.
At 8:41am I delivered my baby!
This one hurt really bad this time. Of course labor hurts (no pain meds here), but she came out face first, and I think my screams scared some of the mom's that we coming in for scheduled inductions. ;)
But she is precious...and I think this is the last time she actually cried. She is a good baby.
Big sisters are in love with her. You wouldn't know it that day, but Campbell is Sutton's baby. She is very possessive over her.
Looking at these pictures, makes me realize how bad my swelling was. I am sure you thought I was going to say blessed I am...well I am...but I was also very swollen in the last few weeks.
That is gone now...but the feeling of being blessed still remains.
Since JT was on orders of bed rest, he did not stay with me in the hospital. So, little lady and I bonded over the next couple days...we spent several hours watch news television...which I completely hate and even more so now.
Since Campbell came out face up and really fast, I tore, so I had to have stitches. The doctor that delivered her also has 4 kids. Do you know what our conversation was about? Washing machines and dryers.
Also, when I was at 8 cm, I was asking myself...why did I want to go natural again...I completely regretted my decision at that point.
Those 2 things were for my memory.
2 comments:
...so crazy how it all worked out! it reminds me a little of dave having two broken legs when i delivered Levi and me packing the car in between contractions:). i know God is giving you guys grace. take it easy!
The whole time this was going on, I kept thinking of you during that time with Dave's broken legs!
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