Thursday, January 23rd, 2014
It was just another Thursday. Work, home, dinner. The only exception being that both my calf muscles were sore...Jessica at work had cracked the whip the day prior by having me walk the stairs repeatedly in an effort to start labor. It should be said that she also
At 8:45 p.m. I was laying on the couch and began to notice some regularity to my contractions. Not strong - about the same strength that I had been feeling all week.
At 10:00 p.m. I got ready for bed - and then realized that the strength and frequency of the contractions had picked up a bit. "Oh Shit" is what ran through my mind. I was tired and didn't really want to dive into the lengthy process called labor at that moment in time. But I knew that sleep was not in my cards. I sent Kevin to bed and I headed back to the couch to start timing.
I called labor and delivery at 11:00 p.m. for advice as to when to head to hospital. I was timing contractions at 6 1/2 minutes apart then. They recommended I wait until they were 5 minutes apart or I risk getting sent home. So I tried to sleep a little, but it didn't work. The strength started picking up. So basically I rolled around in pain until 2. FINALLY! Close to 5 minutes apart. I woke Kevin up and he jumped in the shower. I then called his Dad to come over and stay with Kaci. 2:30 a.m. we headed to the hospital. I figured it was all downhill from here. Epidural, rest, then baby! WRONG.
Friday, January 24th, 2014
We arrived at the hospital a few minutes before 3. I was not a happy camper at this time. We were given a room and a nurse began her assessment to see if they were going to admit us or not. She checked me (dilated to a 4), strapped the necessary monitors on my belly and then the OBGYN came in with his ultrasound machine to confirm that Dean was head down. It should be noted that I told EVERYONE I came into contact with that I did indeed want an epidural.
It was about 3:30 a.m. now and by this time my contractions were coming very strong and fast...I didn't feel like I was getting much of a break between them at all. The doc had just finished his ultrasound and was heading out of the room when he stopped and looked at the monitor. At this time I looked at the nurses face and she was staring at the monitor as well with a puzzled look on her face. Doc rushed back over...and then shit hit the fan. Dean's heart rate had dropped. More people ran in - literally. Within 1 minute this group of about 8 people were pushing me in my hospital bed down the hallway to the OR. C-section time! Poor Kevin was left behind.
Once in the ER his heart rate had stabilized a bit. They still were not happy with it though and we proceeded with the C-section. It did allow them a bit of time to do a spinal block instead of putting me completely under, as well as get Kevin brought up to speed and dressed so he could come in to the operating room.
Dean was born at 4:44 a.m. and all was well. He immediately started crying - thank God! What a relief it was to finally hold him. Well watch Kevin hold him. I was still strapped to the table waiting for them to finish messing with my insides. It was determined that I had a placental abrubtion. My placenta had separated from the uterus which caused me to bleed and reduced his oxygen supply. I think that is how they explained it. In addition, the umbilical cord was wrapped around Dean's neck and arm. Dean Bean is now called Drama Dean.
It is crazy to think how quickly things can go bad. We are very thankful for the care we received at the hospital and very grateful for our healthy little man.
And now I feel guilty as I never wrote a birth story for Kaci. Though it should be noted that I did not have a blog at that time.
Father and Son!
Proud Sister!
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