I was scheduled to be induced on Monday, July 2nd, at 6:00 am. (My due date.) My husband was with me the whole time. I got started out on the IV with Pitocin right away. They started it in low doses and raised it every half an hour. My cervix was checked and I was at about 4 cm when I first arrived. The plan was to start Pitocin, get regular/strong contractions, and then break my water around lunch time. I was told the epidural would be administered around the same time as my water breaking. But things almost never go according to plan, do they? The nurse asked me to switch from side to side in bed to see if different positions would get my body and the baby to make some progress in the right direction. I was definitely getting stronger contractions as the Pitocin was being increased, but then baby’s heart rate started dropping a little bit after each contraction. So they checked my cervix again and I was only at 5 cm. They turned down the Pitocin back to where we started so that we could give baby a break. Then they slowly increased it again after baby was showing a steady heart rate. The contractions dropped dramatically when they slowed down the Pitocin and never really got back to where they had been. I sat on a birthing ball and walked around the hallway to try to get baby down farther into my pelvis and help contractions do their job. My obgyn was there to deliver that day, but right before coming to break my water there was an emergency with one of her other patients. So I had to wait another couple hours for her to get back, meanwhile basically laying around with moderately easy contractions and wondering if I would ever get to deliver that same day. Well, my dr came back to break my water at about 3:20 pm, and it was a huge gush of warm amniotic fluid. I immediately started feeling really intense/excruciating contractions. I asked for the epidural seconds after having the water broken, but apparently the anesthesiologist literally just went home. Just my luck. So they called another anesthesiologist but they were 30 minutes away and told the nurses that there was traffic. It didn’t matter. I knew within 15 minutes that my contractions were too close and too painful anyway. There was no way on earth I would have enough time to get the epidural, let alone sit still long enough to have the needle put in. These contractions had me writhing in pain, and I could feel all of the pressure coming down. My husband was talking to me, telling me anything he could think of to help take my mind off the pain. I had made it to 7-8 cm about 20-30 minutes after my water broke, and my nurse was trying to have me roll over onto my hands and knees to relieve the pain. The contractions only got worse though and the pressure made me want to push. I stayed in that position for a little while because my nurse was massaging my lower back, but I knew if I didn’t turn over for my next contraction that the baby was coming out. I turned over onto my back and my dr was about to have me lay down to have my cervix checked. But I just said “I have to push, I’m sorry!” And then my body totally took over. So my dr said “okay, I guess we’re having a baby!” And my body just involuntary started pushing this baby out during my next contraction. I could feel the head move out, but my contraction stopped. I tried pushing on my own once, but nothing happened. The next contraction took over again and before I knew it, my baby had fully emerged. Someone said “Do you want to say what it is?” And my husband said “It’s a boy!” They laid our baby boy on my chest for the next hour while they had me deliver the placenta and they stitched up a little tear from pushing. He latched on to my breast pretty quickly. We named him Hunter, and he was a whopping 8 lbs 14 oz! I still can’t believe how quickly he was delivered after my water broke, or how crazy-different the delivery feels compared to when I had an epidural for my previous birth. I’m so thankful Hunter is finally here and his daddy got to be present for the birth.
For two weeks I had been woken up almost nightly with timetable, uncomfortable contractions that fizzled away. My 1st came a week early, as my due date with this LO came and went, I got extremely frustrated.
On 40+3 I woke up around midnight to mild contractions and had to pee. I went back to bed, didn’t bother timing them because I was so tired. I woke up to a small gush in bed at 1am, thought for a second I peed myself, made it to the bathroom before I had another gush and some MP. By then I knew my water had broken. I switched over a load of laundry and the floodgates opened and I lost a lot more AF. I called my mom and sister, my sister started her way over to my house to stay until DS woke up. Then I woke up DH. He went back to bed (must be nice).
I had somewhat painful contractions ranging from 2-6 min apart, we decided to go into l&d around 5 because my last labor was so fast, even though I wasn’t terribly in pain. I got checked and was only 4cm+70%, not much progress from the 3cm+70% I had been for two weeks. We walked to breakfast at the cafeteria and came back an hour later, by then contractions had picked up and I decided I didn’t want to do this without drugs again. Checked around 8, I was 6+80%. I signed the consent for nitrous gas like I had last time and preemptively signed the consent for an epidural should I decide the gas wasn’t enough.
I got admitted, got the gas as soon as I got settled but it didn’t help other than make me dizzy. Within 15 minutes I asked for an epidural- by now contractions were almost 2 min apart, almost back to back but I hadn’t been checked since triage- it had only been half an hour or so. They made two attempts at an epidural, first was wonky and my ears were ringing, second only took to my left side. By the time they finished attempt #2 and had me lay on my side to try and disperse the medication, they realized that the catheter had started coming out, so I felt everything on the right, and 50% or so on the left. I wish I skipped the epi all together, in the end it was more painful sitting for the procedure with how long it took for how much relief I got from it. They offered me some spinal block or to retry the epi, but wanted to check me first.
By then it was 9:50. And what do you know, baby’s head was right there and ready to go! In a haze I asked him what that meant, how many cm was I? To that he said you’re having a baby it’s time to push! I told them I couldn’t do that because I hurt too much to move lol.
The l&d nurse promised me I wouldn’t have to push for 2.5 hours like I did with DS. She was right, not even 5 contractions later baby Fiona entered the world. It was the most amazing moment, DH, LO and I all cried. She is 7lbs 9oz, 19.5in- smaller than her big brother was, even though she came a week an a half later, now I see why she took her time!
LO was rooting almost immediately, and latched as soon as I could get a good position after delivering the placenta and getting stitched up (got away with a 1st degree tear this time). She nursed for almost an hour before they weighed her and began working on her, then we went to the pp room. She’s so precious, I’m still in awe that she’s ours and we get to bring her home. DS met her this afternoon and was such a sweetheart, I can’t wait to see what a great big brother he’s going to be.
I was at 37 weeks when I went to the doctor and found out I
was 2 cm dilated and ‘thinning out’. The baby had dropped by then – along with
it, a new set of complications. First, naturally, was lightning crotch, a jolt
of pain. Then, contractions. Fake ones, real ones, steady ones, not so steady
ones. Nightime insomnia, and to throw it in there, I was working with a
fake-it-til-you-make-it smile. I had a really good support group at work,
though, and I can’t complain too much about it.
I lasted another 9 days like that. I thought each new day
was going to be the day, but any serious contractions eventually fizzled. I
went to my scheduled doctor’s appointment. He did the normal tests, and after 9
days of the contractions, they turned out to not be doing too much. I was still
only 2 cm dilated. I did have high blood pressure, that he confirmed twice
(once at the beginning of the appointment, another at the end after some
calming alone time). He told me then to head to the hospital. He was going to
put me on Cervidil for the night, meet up with me in the morning, and start the
DH met me at the house. We ate a dinner. Then checked into
the hospital. Compared to my last pregnancy, it’s a pretty large and beautiful
hospital. I was given a room immediately, and within the hour, the nurse gave
me the Cervidil. I didn’t know what to expect with it, so I was a little
un-prepared. There were two parts to the medication. The first one is
placement, which feels like a dilation check (only worse), and the second one
is like a tampon feeling contraption. After insertion, I had to laid down flat
on my back for two hours. That part was harder than it sounds. Since the baby
was lying on a nerve, I had spikes shooting down my body and they wouldn’t let
me shift to one hip. Once the two hours were up, I felt totally different. My
outer vag felt more swollen and heavier than anything I’ve experienced – almost
like it was beaten/bruised. I also started feeling heavy period cramps. Contractions happened consistently, but they
weren’t as painful as the ones I experienced at home (not yet…)
Over the night, I may have gotten 2 or 3 hours of sleep. I
wish I would’ve packed pillows from home. The discomfort from the Cervidil
wasn’t so bad, but there was a combination of things preventing me from
sleeping – mainly cords, beeping monitors, and not being in my own ridiculously
The next morning, around 8 AM, they started on the
Pitocin/Oxycotin. I was barely 3 cm dilated by this point, and the effects of
the Cervidil (mainly the super swelling) was gone. The Pitocin drip got the
contractions going stronger and more frequent. Not unbearable pain. They
continued to increase the amount of Pitocen every 30 minutes, but it didn’t see
the change how strong the contractions were. At 2 PM, I dilated to 4 cm. Still
played the waiting game. By 6 PM, my contractions felt weaker than they did at
10 AM despite going from about 8 milliunits per minute to 28. Also at 6 PM I
noticed a little blood when I went to the bathroom. By this point, I’ve only
been allowed ice chips. I’ve officially been at the hospital for 24 hours. I’m
hungry, but surprisingly not grumpy. Despite how different my pregnancy was
with my first son and this son, I can’t help but laugh at how similar the
laboring experience has been up to this point.
They talked about
breaking my water since 2 PM, and I’m not sure why we didn’t move forward with
breaking my water then. I’m not in a hurry though, and I worry that if we push
things too quickly, it could be harmful for the baby. At 6:25 PM, they broke my
water. It was surprisingly soothing, and contractions started coming on harder.
A lot harder.
I hit 7 cm around 10:30 PM, and I got my epidural then. The
epidural was incredible. All my pain was gone immediately. I was able to talk
and converse with the people in my room (my mom actually came! I didn’t think
she would, but she did).
Around 12:30 AM on the 7th, I was fully dilated.
The baby was still higher than they thought it would be and I didn’t really
have the ‘urge’ to push. I always
thought it was weird how you could have no pain what-so-ever, but you still felt
the overwhelming need to push. The nurse wanted to see if we should get the doctor
or wait for the urge, and asked me to push through the next contraction. I did.
She got the doctor and everything blurred. I pushed with each contraction, and
with this being my second child, the pushing came much, much easier for me. At
1:09 AM, Clyde Alexander was born – all screaming 8 pounds 5 ounces of him. The
placenta came soon after, and I cradled my new little love. I had a 2nd
degree tear. There’s such a difference in pain between my first son, which was
a 3rd degree tear, and my second son.
I was scheduled for induction for 7/16 at 7:15 pm. Pulling into the hospital, we were having a conversation about how some women only push twice and baby is here and I said that would never be me. Haha. Once we got up to the room and settled in, the residents checked me and I was 4cm. I had been having contractions most of the day and they were registering 2-4 minutes apart but then went to 2-3 minutes apart. They weren’t really painful at all. They started the pitocin at 11pm at 2 out of 20 and wanted to get me to 10 before breaking my water. For about an hour we talked about starting the epidural but I was hesitant because I wasn’t really feeling any pain... yet. After she upped my pitocin twice (to 6), I just decided to do it before things got bad and it was difficult to sit still. After getting the epidural, I laid on my side with the peanut ball for a while. The nurse walked in to see how I was doing and by the time she got to the other side of the room I felt a “pop” and my water had broken. At first I wasn’t 100% sure because it felt like I was just peeing myself but it was definitely my water. And I may have also been peeing myself. The nurse checked me and I was 7cm dilated. They had to turn down the pitocin because I was having too many contractions at that point. I had also started feeling contractions again so the anesthesiologist came in and upped the epidural. It didn’t help at all and contractions continued to get more and more painful. At this point it was probably like 1am. The anesthesiologist came in again around 2:15-2:30 to up the epidural and it helped calm me down for a very little bit but things just got more and more painful. The nurses then had to catheterize me to empty my bladder so it wouldn’t rupture while I was pushing. I felt it all. It took them 2 tries because baby was so low so the second time they had to simultaneously push him up while inserting the catheter. I was 10 cm dilated and ready to push by the time they were finished. It was probably around 3am. It was also found that I had a swollen cervical lip from my body starting to push on it’s own prematurely. I screamed through contractions for like 15 minutes. It was primal and terrible. The doctor just kept telling me I needed to calm down and push but I was so worked up at that point I physically couldn’t calm myself. I couldn’t breathe and started turning blue. My epidural had completely failed. Finally, the constant contraction I had been having let up and I was able to catch my breath. My next contraction I pushed with all my might and got his head out. I stopped for a second and gave it another push and out came the rest of him. Despite feeling what felt like my urethra splitting in 2, I didn’t end up tearing at all. And I got him out on one contraction in 2 pushes. Traumatizing is kind of an understatement. I think I can honestly say it was one of the worst experiences in my life. Hats off to anyone who wants to try that, but it was not on my bucket list at all. They laid the baby on my chest and I was still having contractions and actually told them “I don’t want him”, and I didn’t do skin to skin until the placenta had passed and the contractions stopped. He started nursing about an hour later and had been doing so good ever since. He is worth the horrible experience, but really makes me consider having any more. I’m not sure I could do that again.
Trigger Warning: Severe Hemorhaging
Also, sorry for the super long story. I am long-winded lol
Let me start by telling you what my birth plan was and WHY it was that way. My plan was to spontaneously go into labor at some point by or before 42 weeks. I was in no rush. I was enjoying being pregnant even though it was a million degrees with no AC lol I wanted a natural childbirth with no medical interventions (unless there was an emergency of some sort). The reason I wanted this birth was because when I was pregnant with my son (I had him in 2015) I had a myriad of problems. I was in and out of the hospital the entire pregnancy. Ultimately, at 38 weeks, my BP was consistently in the triple digits even with medication and there was protein present in my urine, leading to an induction for pre eclampsia. I was able to have a natural birth with him, however, I was on medicine/monitors/IVs the entire 17 hours of labor. I wasn’t even able to stand up out of bed to go to the bathroom. It was the hardest experience of my life and I was DETERMINED to never have a baby in that manner again.
All seemed to be going my way throughout the entire pregnancy this go around, leading me to believe my birth plan was within my grasp. I had started my second pregnancy 100 pounds lighter than I was with my son and in better shape than I was back in my military days. I had zero complications and zero complaints. The doctors saw me every 6 weeks to say hey and send me on my way. I had one ultrasound to check baby’s organs and that was it. I was gaining a TON of weight despite working out 6 days per week and eating healthy but my doctors and I chalked it up to how my body makes babies and I kept doin what I was doin.
Until week 36. That was the first time my doctor mentioned induction for fear of my BP spiking. She said we would address it later if it became an issue. Week 39, my second provider told me the induction was actually to prevent developing pre e for a second time. The longer my pregnancy continued, the higher the likelihood of pre e complications during labor and delivery. After talking to my husband we decided the safety of our second child was worth more than me having my spontaneous labor experience. I was scheduled to be induced two days later, on the 12th of July.
I was already 4cm dilated but baby was high so my hopes of just getting my water broken to get things moving were out the window. They recommended Cytotec to get things going. After that the plan was to break my water and see if my body would take over. I took the oral Cytotec (even though I preferred cervadil as they used it to induce me with my son and it worked beautifully for me by putting my body into full blown labor within an hour of its placement). The Cytotec did its job but baby was still too high so my water would not break when the doctor tried to do it manually. At this point he started pitocin which I was wanting to avoid at all costs. Still, the process was going and it was too late to stop it lol
We started pitocin and things got serious. It wasn’t hard and fast contractions as I expected but I was relying on my 2.5 year old, my husband, and the Trolls playlist to keep me in control and walking/bouncing around on the yoga ball. I did this for about 6 hours while the dosage was gradually increased. They never checked me to tell me “where I was at” and they never asked me if I wanted pain management. I also didn’t ask so I was at least sticking to my plan SO FAR. The doctor came in a little while later, induction had started at 7 am and at this point it was about 5 pm. He was able to break my water and omg there was SO MUCH AMNIOTIC FLUID. I felt SO GOOD afterwards. Until the first contraction hit. Oh man I was HURTING. I kept doing my breathing, walking, swaying, singing, trying to NOT succumb to the pain. After an hour and a half, I couldn’t stand the pain anymore and started crying telling my husband I was going to ask for an epidural. I said I “knew it was nowhere near time to push and I just couldn’t do this for another however many hours”. My nurse came in and tried talking to me but I was basically sitting and ignoring everyone, totally internalising because I was hurting.
At this point I sat on the bed and turned to lay on my side, almost in the fetal position. My body was telling me I needed to do something. I told the nurse I needed to push and since I sad it so calmly she said “it’s not time yet hun, we will let you know”. Well, my body knew what it needed to do lol I involuntarily started pushing. I was apologising and crying to my nurse AS I was pushing and she was calling for the doctor to hurry and trying to get the mesh panties off that I’d been laboring in because the baby’s head was pretty much out. Three solid pushes later, my baby’s head and right hand were out (she was born with her hand next to her face lol I think they called it a compound hand?). One more push and we found out that baby was a girl! That feeling of relief from the pain of transition was glorious. My nurse started apologising to me for not believing me that I needed to push. She said I was being way too quiet and calm to have been ready. Guess my internalising worked a little too well!
Anyway, Everything was great for about 5 minutes. Hubby cut the cord after a few minutes and the doctor started checking me for tears. I had no tears, everything seemed good to go until I started hemorhaging. I was still doing skin to skin when the doctor made it clear we were in a serious situation. My husband was right by my side as people were running around frantically trying to control my bleeding. My 2.5 year old must have known to stay chill because he sat on his chair watching a movie and didn’t make a sound or get in the way the entire time. I don’t even know what all happened because I was very it of it but ultimately, it was about 4 hours before I was pronounced stable. The entire time, though, I was in the perfect position to see the reflection of everything happening in the glass of a picture on the wall. There was so much blood. My doctor pretty much had his entire hand inside of me trying to stop or at least slow the bleeding. They started giving me blood clotting meds and who knows what else. I started reacting terribly to all the medications and was shaking uncontrollably and vomiting. After I was given to all clear, it was another 3 hours before I felt normal. I had my daughter at 6:47 pm but wasn’t allowed to stand up until midnight because I was still bleeding too badly.
I know that there is no way to avoid complications like this and there is no way to predict them but it was definitely the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me and I NEVER want to go through something like this again. I am so grateful that I had such an amazing medical team taking care of me. All I can think about is “what if I’d had my spontaneous labor and not made it to the hospital in time”. I’m just glad that I never have to know the answer to that “what if”.
Baby #1 Born 12.16.2015
Baby #2 Due 7.13.2018
This is way overdue but here we go...
I had been feeling mild cramping since Sunday 7/8. After we were displaced out of our home due to the power outage from Friday 7/6 to Saturday 7/7 and it being 114 degrees, I figured it was just cramping and didn’t think much of it. We had been house hopping from our parents and it was just stressful. On Monday night 7/10, I still felt a lot of cramping and we took our dog for a walk and after I felt a bit off but went to bed on the couch like I had been doing the past week because it was the only place I could get comfortable.
I woke up at 4:30am on 7/10 to wet pants and at first wasn’t sure if it was sweat or I peed myself. So I went to the bathroom and noticed some pink tinge. I woke up my dh and we called the hospital and were told they didn’t have space for us and that we had to be diverted to a different location. Mind you, we were never warned this could happen. Our original hospital is 7 min drive from us and we were being told to go to the Hollywood location which could be a 30-45min drive depending on traffic. I was so upset and trying to keep it together since I knew I wouldn’t see any of the midwives, nurses or doctors I had been meeting with. I also had to remind my husband to pack his hospital bag. I had just made a list for him the night before of things we still needed to do. I hit 37 weeks on 7/10 so we thought we had at least a few more days to get things together. I also was still working since my job doesn’t allow you to go on maternity leave until 38 weeks. In the flurry of getting everything in the car, I realized we almost forgot the car seat! Our poor dog was so confused too and was just pacing around trying to leave with us.
Luckily there was no traffic yet at the time. I called my mom and she got dressed to meet us at the hospital. We got there about 5:30am. I was dilated 3cm and admitted quickly. We then just had to wait and see how far I could dilate without help from meds. But since my water broke we were told that we had to have him within 12 hours since you can develop an infection. The nurse let me order breakfast since I wasn’t on any meds yet. So I got French toast, walked around the hospital for a while and bounced on my ball. They couldn’t keep checking my cervix so it was kind of just a guessing game. The midwife on shift did some acupuncture on me to see if it would help speed things up naturally. She left the needles in for way too long and I was getting restless, she told me to keep them in for 10 more min but it ended up being like 45 min. When we asked where she was, they said she was at lunch! After she took the needles out, they suggested I order lunch. They didn’t want to check me again until 6pm. That was the longest stretch. I walked some more and my contractions were coming in a lot stronger and more painful. They suggested I take a warm shower so my dh and I went in and I sat in the water for almost an hour it felt like. At around 3pm I tried eating my lunch but the contractions were still bad. They then decided to give me pitocin which made my contractions that much worse. I also was a bit annoyed bc my dh’s family were in the room and I really only wanted my mom and dh there. I didn’t want an audience going through contractions. I tried my best to breathe through it but the contractions were still so bad. I was hanging on to the rail of my bed trying to work through them. Then around 6pm they checked me again and still only 3cm! I was delirious at that point and requested an epidural which I don’t regret at all. I should’ve gotten some sleep then but of course my dh’s family were all piled in my room. At one point there were literally almost ten people in the room and I wanted so badly to just have privacy.
Finally at 10pm I was checked again and was only 5cm dilated. They said it would take a while before I would need to start pushing, probably not before 6am. Our families decided to go home and my mom went home to shower and change and planned to be back around 5am. Her and my dh were the only ones I wanted in the delivery. But I developed an infection and a fever so I had to go on antibiotics and from 10pm-12am my nurse came in a couple of times because the baby’s heart rate was decreasing and she had me switch sides to see if it would help. The third time the doctors came in and checked me around 12:30am and I was 9 1/2 centimeters dilated. They also inserted the internal fetal monitor to keep better track of baby’s heart rate. I immediately had my dh call my mom to let her know the progress and that they expected I would start pushing around 2am. Luckily she had just showered and rushed back. At exactly 2am the nurse had me start pushing through contractions. I will say taking Pilates throughout my pregnancy helped some during pushing. I remembered to tilt my pelvis as I pushed and the nurse said that was helping a lot. The doctor came back to check my progress at 3am and thought we had another hour to go before I was ready but with more pelvic tilts and pushing we were ready 20min later. She paged the doctor and the team came in. It felt like out of a movie. There were three doctors and my nurse with me. A pediatric team on the side since I had a fever and infection and my mom and dh along with some other staff in the background. The doctor had me push a couple of times slowly and by 3:26am he was here. They laid him on my chest and we all burst into tears. I still remember that feeling of having so much pressure right when he was about to come out. It was really emotional. Even my nurse cried! My dh cut the cord and they took the baby to the panda to examine him bc of the fever. He was 6.45 lbs and 19 1/2 inches. It took a while for the doctor and the team to deliver my placenta which they had to take to pathology to test for the infection and I had a second degree tear and it felt like the stitching took forever. But it was finally over!
We got to have our golden hour of skin to skin and decided on his name, Evan Daniel. We had Evan as our only name option besides from possibly naming him after my husband and Daniel is after my maternal grandpa who passed away when I was in the eighth grade.
The whole experience was not what I imagined and we know next time to be a lot more strict on who to allow in our room. But despite what didn’t go as planned, I’m so grateful for my healthy baby boy and the support we have had thus far.
7/24 went in for my 40 week and was 1 cm dilated at 70% effaced. doc was able to do a membrane sweep. left and a few hours later had cramping and was uncomfortable but went about my day shopping and getting stuff done. that night into 7/25, woke up all night needing to pee like usual every hour and would have a contraction. at around 4/430 they started to get more intense so at 5am i took a bath. went downstairs to lay on the couch so DH could sleep. 6am started timing the contractions which were 8-10 mins apart. 7am came and they were 4 mins apart lasting for 30-45 seconds. This literally went on until about 10am when DH insisted I call the doctor. I called and they said to come in and get checked. Went in, only at 2cm and the doc (mine was off so saw some other lady) pretty much laughed and said “oh this is nothing” i tried to make it clear i only went in bc DH wanted me to- but it was just uncomfortable and I felt embarrassed. although i did folllow their contraction 5-1-1 rule. i asked when i would know when to come back and she said im having the frequency but just not the intensity- so when they get more intense, to come back.
Around 830pm I started to really feel the pain and DH took me to L&D. They checked me and I was 4cm so they asked me to walk around for an hour before being admitted. Walked, got admitted and stayed at 4cm for a while. Finally got to 5cm and asked for the epidural. Hurt like hell but so worth it. After the epi things slowed so they started pitocin, first 2 then 4 then 6 then 8. Checked me and within 1 hour I went from 6cm to 8cm- AWESOME right?! ....not so much. They went to turn me so the epidural could evenly distribute and all the sudden LO heart rate dropped, spiked, dropped and spiked then stayed high. Docs stopped pitocin but no change in LO heart rate. Told me it was dangerous for her to be in there and needed to get her out ASAP and the only option was a c section. I was horrified, scared and kept refusing. DH told me we needed to do what was best for the baby and everyone promised me I wouldnt feel a thing.
Went in for the c section which they said would be 30-45 mins. Went to take baby out by the head and all the sudden she flipped and they could not get her out. Finally at 6:08pm she was born 7lbs 8oz and 19 1/2 inches long, bht had issues breathing. Thank goodness she was fine.
Afterwards doctors came in and gave us 2 pieces of information/news that again, were unexpected.
A bunch of my worst nightmares came true but she is the best thing in the entire world and I had no idea how I lived before having her.