They take me to PACU where I can "recover." They tell me I can go to my room when I can move my toes. After about an hour, persistently trying to move my toes, I was able to. They told me, I could go to my room now and it would be soon. They failed to bring me my baby like promised. I clung to the picture they took of my baby boy when he came out. An hour and a half later, I'm wheeled to my room and I meet my parents in the hallway. I get to the room thinking my baby will be there, but no, he's not. Neither is my husband. About 20 minutes go by and still not word where my baby was or husband. My sister proceeds to walk down to the nursery when she meets them in the hallway.
Three hours later, I was able to hold my baby boy who was in my belly for 37 weeks and 5 days. I was upset and stressed, but ready to hold him. He was and is perfect.
My experience at the hospital was less than perfect with details that I could go on and on about, but I'm not sure I'd like to remember those parts.
I do want to remember, the birth of my first baby boy and how everything worked out how it was supposed to even if I didn't think that's how it would happen. Before Pffeifer left the c-section room, he told me congratulations and said, "Good thing we did a c-section because his head wouldn't have fit through." I think God knew what His plan was for me all along, I just didn't know. and I didn't need to know.
A day went by and we finally decided upon a name. Ezekiel Abraham, so strong and old school.
We so lovingly call him Z or Zeke.
He was born on September 22, 2010 at 5:21 p.m., weighing in at 8 lbs. 15 oz. and 20 1/2 inches long.
Tony and I tried to have a baby for 2 1/2 years and FINALLY got pregnant! We couldn't be happier and it was completely worth the wait. We look forward to many more!
Monday, February 7, 2011
birth story of ezekiel abraham part 3.
The nurse starts my pitocin and says it could be a little bit before anything happens...every couple of hours I notice a nurse is upping my pitocin intake, but i'm really not feeling much. I would get super hot every time a contraction came, but they weren't too uncomfortable. During all this, people are trying to stick me for blood work and in case I want an epidural, which never works. I had at least 7 people try and find a vein and 2 blowouts, which hurt like crazy!
My favorite nurse, Angie, is my nurse today and she checks me a couple times to see if I'm dilated and never really said much about it, so I figured I was only like a 1 or 2 and knew I was in for the long haul. Something was going on. Finally, Angie says she's calling the doctor and I had no time to ask her before she walks in with Pffeifer. They both proceed to tell me that it had been over 11 hours of me enduring pitocin and it hadn't done a darn stinking thing, nothing, zippo. I hadn't dilated, nothing. Pffeifer told me my cervix wasn't even close to soft and he couldn't break my water till I was a 4. I wasn't anything close to a 4, let alone a 1. My baby wasn't wanting to come! Pffeifer said since the baby was doing so well, he would let me labor like this for a couple more days in hopes that something would eventually happen, but if the baby's heart rate went down or any other sign of distress on the baby, I would be whisked away for an emergency c-section. There's the word!! Ahhh. I wasn't ready to hear c-section. I had never really given the possibility of a c-section thought other than, that's not gonna happen to me. Pffeifer told me I should consider a c-section that day instead of laboring because the chances of anything working were slim. He left and I chatted with Angie a little bit. Angie told me that she had progressively turned my pitocin level up all day, so much so, that she had to look up the maximum legal amount she could give me and then she stopped. I was at 40 something and she told me that people who are at 8 are usually screaming, scraping the walls there in so much pain. I was sitting there, exhausted only because I hadn't slept and VERY hot. I wanted to meet my baby, but wasn't prepared for a c-section. I asked Angie what she thought I ought to do. She said, "If I thought this pitocin had ANY chance of working on you, if I saw a sliver of hope that this baby could come naturally, I'd say wait it out, but I honestly don't think it's gonna work. I think you should do the c-section."
I ask Tony what he thinks, and he doesn't have much of an opinion other than, do what's best for the both of you. I immediately call my parents and tell them what went down. They tell me they are coming up there, so I wait it out a little bit. I call my confidant, Ashley, who just had her third c-section and tell her what's up. I ask her everything I can think of and it seems to calm me. My parents get to the room and tell me, they think it is best that I have the c-section and I was glad because I had made up my mind it was the right thing.
At 5 o'clock, I walk into the c-section room, which is too clean, too white and too bright. I feel awkward, exposed and uncomfortable. They tell me to get on this teeny little table that I just knew I wouldn't fit on. They ask me to sit up and lean as far forward as possible. They rub alcohol on my spine, then tell me my back will tingle. It does and before I know it, they tell me to lay back down, they are finished. WHAT? I didn't feel a GIANT spinal needle in my back. Apparently that numbing stuff did the job. This guy started pinching me asking if I could feel it in different places. As he was doing that, distracting me, they cut me open because I see Pffeifer and feel nothing by tugs. I'm scared, wondering where Tony is. The doctors and nurses are talking like they aren't operating me, but like they are at a dinner party talking about fishing and golfing.
In walks Tony and I finally feel safe. I hold his hand, and suddenly I feel a huge push on my abdomen. Baby's head...Pffeifer asks if Tony wants to see. He leans over and sees our precious boy's head. Another bigger push and out comes the body and all the nurses are screaming saying how big he is! I WANNA SEE!! I got a glimpse of my baby boy before they whisked him away. They called Tony over there with them and I asked Tony to stay. He was still talking to me, comforting me, but the nurse dragged him over there. I cried because I wanted him by me.
Doc was stitching me up and it was really starting to hurt. BAD! I asked if I could have more pain meds, the nurse said I would probably fall asleep, and I said I didn't care, give them to me. I was crying because of my pain now and Angie, my nurse comes and holds my hand and tells me he's beautiful and everything's okay. They'd give me my baby within the hour...
My favorite nurse, Angie, is my nurse today and she checks me a couple times to see if I'm dilated and never really said much about it, so I figured I was only like a 1 or 2 and knew I was in for the long haul. Something was going on. Finally, Angie says she's calling the doctor and I had no time to ask her before she walks in with Pffeifer. They both proceed to tell me that it had been over 11 hours of me enduring pitocin and it hadn't done a darn stinking thing, nothing, zippo. I hadn't dilated, nothing. Pffeifer told me my cervix wasn't even close to soft and he couldn't break my water till I was a 4. I wasn't anything close to a 4, let alone a 1. My baby wasn't wanting to come! Pffeifer said since the baby was doing so well, he would let me labor like this for a couple more days in hopes that something would eventually happen, but if the baby's heart rate went down or any other sign of distress on the baby, I would be whisked away for an emergency c-section. There's the word!! Ahhh. I wasn't ready to hear c-section. I had never really given the possibility of a c-section thought other than, that's not gonna happen to me. Pffeifer told me I should consider a c-section that day instead of laboring because the chances of anything working were slim. He left and I chatted with Angie a little bit. Angie told me that she had progressively turned my pitocin level up all day, so much so, that she had to look up the maximum legal amount she could give me and then she stopped. I was at 40 something and she told me that people who are at 8 are usually screaming, scraping the walls there in so much pain. I was sitting there, exhausted only because I hadn't slept and VERY hot. I wanted to meet my baby, but wasn't prepared for a c-section. I asked Angie what she thought I ought to do. She said, "If I thought this pitocin had ANY chance of working on you, if I saw a sliver of hope that this baby could come naturally, I'd say wait it out, but I honestly don't think it's gonna work. I think you should do the c-section."
I ask Tony what he thinks, and he doesn't have much of an opinion other than, do what's best for the both of you. I immediately call my parents and tell them what went down. They tell me they are coming up there, so I wait it out a little bit. I call my confidant, Ashley, who just had her third c-section and tell her what's up. I ask her everything I can think of and it seems to calm me. My parents get to the room and tell me, they think it is best that I have the c-section and I was glad because I had made up my mind it was the right thing.
At 5 o'clock, I walk into the c-section room, which is too clean, too white and too bright. I feel awkward, exposed and uncomfortable. They tell me to get on this teeny little table that I just knew I wouldn't fit on. They ask me to sit up and lean as far forward as possible. They rub alcohol on my spine, then tell me my back will tingle. It does and before I know it, they tell me to lay back down, they are finished. WHAT? I didn't feel a GIANT spinal needle in my back. Apparently that numbing stuff did the job. This guy started pinching me asking if I could feel it in different places. As he was doing that, distracting me, they cut me open because I see Pffeifer and feel nothing by tugs. I'm scared, wondering where Tony is. The doctors and nurses are talking like they aren't operating me, but like they are at a dinner party talking about fishing and golfing.
In walks Tony and I finally feel safe. I hold his hand, and suddenly I feel a huge push on my abdomen. Baby's head...Pffeifer asks if Tony wants to see. He leans over and sees our precious boy's head. Another bigger push and out comes the body and all the nurses are screaming saying how big he is! I WANNA SEE!! I got a glimpse of my baby boy before they whisked him away. They called Tony over there with them and I asked Tony to stay. He was still talking to me, comforting me, but the nurse dragged him over there. I cried because I wanted him by me.
Doc was stitching me up and it was really starting to hurt. BAD! I asked if I could have more pain meds, the nurse said I would probably fall asleep, and I said I didn't care, give them to me. I was crying because of my pain now and Angie, my nurse comes and holds my hand and tells me he's beautiful and everything's okay. They'd give me my baby within the hour...
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