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sweetfacejones
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jeremiah's birth story
sweetfacejones
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My actual due date was Jan. 2, 2012 however my son stayed breach for so
long that my pelvis did not do what it needed to and my scoliosis would
not permit them to turn him so we had a planned Cesarean scheduled for
Dec. 22, 2011 at 10am. The day before my baby was suppose to arrive was a
day filled with relaxation and pampering by my husband. We discussed
the fact that it was the last day we would be a two person house-hold
and that when we returned home we would have Jeremiah with us.
The morning of the c-section was a nervous one for me. I couldn't sleep, I had been up since 5am knowing we did not need to be at the hospital till 8:30am. Once we got there I entered through the emergency room and they took me up to labor and delivery. In a prep room which would also double as my recovery room the nurses asked a million questions and the room was a buzz with my obgyn, nurses, phlebotomist and ofcourse the anesthesiologist stopped by to discuss which pain medicine was going to be used. The nurses asked every question imaginable from what street I lived on to when was the last time I had sex all while trying to get a needle into the dehydrated veins in my hand. The first time they tried one of the nurses blew a vein in my hand and I started to get nervous . She had to call in her boss to get a vein that would work and it hurt so bad I have to admit but finally it worked. The people that came to take my blood were in and out within minutes which I was very grateful for because I did not need two sets of people ruining my veins one stick at a time. Finally when I could focus on the anesthesiologist i told them about my scoliosis they checked my spine and one of them said oh that should be fine your spine is straight in all the areas we need it to be, while the other said well it might pose a problem but we will see once we get into the operating room. At this point I started to really get nervous but at 10am the nurses that were assigned to me arrived to give Terrell his " bunny suit" as they like to call the disposable scrubs and wheel me into the operating room.
Once I got into the operating room I started to feel scared . It was cold and they made Terrell wait outside while they prepped me. At first things were going smoothly the nicer anesthesiologist prepped my back and started administering the numbing medication so that I would not feel the spinal block as it was being put in. That is when things took a turn for the worst, he couldn't get the spinal needle in the right place so he called the other doctor back in. The first thing the other doctor said was " I told you this would be a problem". I started to become upset and anxious. The second doctor tried four or five times and still could not place the needle in the right space and after those painful tries my obgyn said enough with hurting her for no reason we unfortunately will have to put her under general anesthesia . I immediately begin to cry and asked for my husband (Terrell) but the second doctor informed me that there was no time and that we had to press on. Mean while they are giving me oxygen and starting the medication to put me to sleep. Because I had to be put to sleep they inserted the catheter without me being numb and that hurt. They did not however inform my husband that he would not be able to be present since I was being put to sleep.
Once I was out of surgery I was informed that everything minus my spinal went amazing and that my baby was ready to be breast fed if I liked but i was shaking , freezing, crying and gasping for air oh and squeezing Terrell's hand like it was my life line. Once I looked over at my beautiful baby boy I tried to forget the traumatic experience but I couldn't I was still scared even though everything was ok and over with. My husband was furious because not once did they tell him I was being put to sleep they just had him waiting outside till our baby was born. Once everything was under control and I had calmed down I got to enjoy the fact that my baby was actually on the outside of me. I finally hold him and started crying again he was perfect in every way and looked like me and terrell.
Yes this was more traumatic than I thought it would be, but my healthy baby Jeremiah Jones 7 lbs .14 oz born 12/22/2011 at 11:25 am was worth all of it and I would gladly do it all again. He is three weeks old today and I wonder what we ever did without him. I have never been in such instant love as I was when he was born and I got to see his little face and kiss his little head with all that hair ( the heartburn was worth it lol) As he lays across from me right now having tummy time I realize he is everything I have ever wanted and more. He is an amazing baby and I love love love him.
Recovery from my c-section has gone very well. My scar has healed on the outside we are just waiting on all the inside stuff to heal up. It almost looks like I was never cut open. I thought the staples were going to hurt coming out but the only thing that hurt was the solution for the sterile-strips. I have not taking any pain meds since I got home from the hospital and I was driving within a week of being home. The recovery has been easier than I ever thought it would be and I am so grateful because my husband went back to work this week. It seems I am gonna be alright after all.
The morning of the c-section was a nervous one for me. I couldn't sleep, I had been up since 5am knowing we did not need to be at the hospital till 8:30am. Once we got there I entered through the emergency room and they took me up to labor and delivery. In a prep room which would also double as my recovery room the nurses asked a million questions and the room was a buzz with my obgyn, nurses, phlebotomist and ofcourse the anesthesiologist stopped by to discuss which pain medicine was going to be used. The nurses asked every question imaginable from what street I lived on to when was the last time I had sex all while trying to get a needle into the dehydrated veins in my hand. The first time they tried one of the nurses blew a vein in my hand and I started to get nervous . She had to call in her boss to get a vein that would work and it hurt so bad I have to admit but finally it worked. The people that came to take my blood were in and out within minutes which I was very grateful for because I did not need two sets of people ruining my veins one stick at a time. Finally when I could focus on the anesthesiologist i told them about my scoliosis they checked my spine and one of them said oh that should be fine your spine is straight in all the areas we need it to be, while the other said well it might pose a problem but we will see once we get into the operating room. At this point I started to really get nervous but at 10am the nurses that were assigned to me arrived to give Terrell his " bunny suit" as they like to call the disposable scrubs and wheel me into the operating room.
Once I got into the operating room I started to feel scared . It was cold and they made Terrell wait outside while they prepped me. At first things were going smoothly the nicer anesthesiologist prepped my back and started administering the numbing medication so that I would not feel the spinal block as it was being put in. That is when things took a turn for the worst, he couldn't get the spinal needle in the right place so he called the other doctor back in. The first thing the other doctor said was " I told you this would be a problem". I started to become upset and anxious. The second doctor tried four or five times and still could not place the needle in the right space and after those painful tries my obgyn said enough with hurting her for no reason we unfortunately will have to put her under general anesthesia . I immediately begin to cry and asked for my husband (Terrell) but the second doctor informed me that there was no time and that we had to press on. Mean while they are giving me oxygen and starting the medication to put me to sleep. Because I had to be put to sleep they inserted the catheter without me being numb and that hurt. They did not however inform my husband that he would not be able to be present since I was being put to sleep.
Once I was out of surgery I was informed that everything minus my spinal went amazing and that my baby was ready to be breast fed if I liked but i was shaking , freezing, crying and gasping for air oh and squeezing Terrell's hand like it was my life line. Once I looked over at my beautiful baby boy I tried to forget the traumatic experience but I couldn't I was still scared even though everything was ok and over with. My husband was furious because not once did they tell him I was being put to sleep they just had him waiting outside till our baby was born. Once everything was under control and I had calmed down I got to enjoy the fact that my baby was actually on the outside of me. I finally hold him and started crying again he was perfect in every way and looked like me and terrell.
Yes this was more traumatic than I thought it would be, but my healthy baby Jeremiah Jones 7 lbs .14 oz born 12/22/2011 at 11:25 am was worth all of it and I would gladly do it all again. He is three weeks old today and I wonder what we ever did without him. I have never been in such instant love as I was when he was born and I got to see his little face and kiss his little head with all that hair ( the heartburn was worth it lol) As he lays across from me right now having tummy time I realize he is everything I have ever wanted and more. He is an amazing baby and I love love love him.
Recovery from my c-section has gone very well. My scar has healed on the outside we are just waiting on all the inside stuff to heal up. It almost looks like I was never cut open. I thought the staples were going to hurt coming out but the only thing that hurt was the solution for the sterile-strips. I have not taking any pain meds since I got home from the hospital and I was driving within a week of being home. The recovery has been easier than I ever thought it would be and I am so grateful because my husband went back to work this week. It seems I am gonna be alright after all.
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