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October 2011 Moms
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He is still my baby damn it!
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Even if he is 1 yo today I refuse to call him a toddler! He isn't even walking yet! 
I have never written my birth story so I think now is a good time to write a brief version (even if it is a bit long):
I never wanted a lot of children but I always wanted one for sure. I always imagined having a son...I have nothing against girls but I guess that if I only had one child I would like a boy to dress in blue jeans and T-shirts and get really dirty. I was a bit of a tomboy growing up so I guess I thought a boy would fit well.
I had been married and divorced and was currently with a guy I had been with for 5 years. I was quickly approaching 40 and thought that I would never have a child. I was having a very difficult time with that especially since everyone we knew was having kids. I had also had a lot of issues in the reproductive area and had been told previously that I would probably have a lot of issues if I try to conceive.
One night my now DH and I were sitting at the dining room table for hours and enjoying one glass of wine after another. Before I knew it I was pretty inebriated. I went into the bathroom to pee and thought "Oh I am a few days late...I will POAS". You could imagine my surprise when I saw the "pregnant" on the screen! I went out and told DH and told him I thought the stick was broken. The next day I went to the Dr and they confirmed I was indeed pregnant. DH and I were in complete shock for a good week! The Dr's kept asking if we were happy and we just stared at them in disbelief. We thought our child bearing years were gone but now we would have a child!
What followed was month after month of ultrasounds, amnios, blood tests, and twice a week NSTs when we got closer to the due date. I was so afraid of losing the baby I had always wanted and I didn't even tell my family about the pregnancy until I was close to 4 mos along. When I did tell them it came with a word of extreme caution. We found out we were having a boy and we were just thrilled! We would have been thrilled regardless of the outcome though because we were just happy to finally have a baby.
The Dr decided that given my age I could not go to 40 weeks. If DS didn't come by then they would induce at 39w 5d. On the morning of the 10th we got up early, drank our coffee and headed to the hospital to begin induction at 6 am. Around 4:00 PM or so I started having contractions which continued through the evening. I was also having extreme back pain with every contraction and the contractions started coming one on top of the other without a very long break in between. I was barely dilated. This continued on all through the night. The Dr finally broke my water sometime during the middle of the night and my contractions slowed down so much they had to give me pitocin to speed things up again. DS didn't respond well to the pitocin so they had to stop it. Finally, I was allowed to push somewhere around 3 am. I pushed for 2 hours but nothing was happening...DS was stuck and he was sunny side up. The Dr told me I could either continue to keep trying to deliver which would probably end up in a C-section or I could just have a C-section. I opted to get the C-section over with.
He assembled the surgical team (they have to call them in because we are rural and they are not on standby at the hospital) and as 6 am was approaching they wheeled me up. I remember shaking horribly but I was not sure why... I wasn't cold. I guess it was a combination of the drugs, exhaustion, and the inevitable C-section. I kept watching the clock and looking up at the reflection of the Drs in the surgical light and waiting. The longer the operation went on the more scared I became. Finally, at 6:09 am on Tuesday, they called time of birth and I could hear my DS! I got to see him for a couple of minutes before they took him down to the nursery with DH. They sewed me up and took me to ICU because recovery wasn't open yet so I could not see DS and DH again until an hour or so later. On Friday we finally left the hospital with DS.
The following Wednesday I went in to the Dr for a re-check. I was feeling pretty wiped out but I guess that is to be expected with a new baby. The nurse checked my blood pressure and pulse over and over again. My blood pressure was through the roof and my pulse was 38 bpm. They did some blood work and the results showed I was having heart failure. The did a chest x-ray and EKG and an echo cardiogram. They made calls up north to the big city to consult with a cardiologist. They kept asking me if I was having any shortness of breath which I wasn't. I was just exhausted. They sent me home and told me that if I start having symptoms to go to the ER immediately. The next day I went back to the Dr and everything was beginning to resolve. My blood pressure had come don a bit and my pulse was closer to normal. It had resolved on its own but it had been a terrifying 24 hours.
I spent the next 6 mos enjoying DS but terrified of SIDS. I was so scarred that something would happen to my baby that I had always wanted. But...here he is...one year later and my pride and joy! We are pretty much one and done not to mention that the heart failure incident scared the sh*! out of me. We are also both old and DS kicks our butt. Thre is a good reason why people generally have kids when they are young! However, if another unplanned pregnancy does occur I hope we have a girl to round out our family...but, we would be happy just having the baby!
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Re: He is still my baby damn it!
Thanks for sharing. It is amazing how we all have different stories with the same happy ending.
Happy Birthday!
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OCT 2011 Moms BlogBurned by the Bear
This is so very true.
Happy Birthday to your DS!!
This is true! Everyone's childbirth story is so very special and I am glad to share it with you all. Thank you all for the kind words and the birthday wishes for DS!
That is so sweet, I loved reading your story. I did not know that you had such complications, that is freakin' scary that you had such heart problems! I know what you mean about DS kicking your butt. I'm 34, and DH is 42. I think that there are pros and cons for starting early or waiting. One of the cons is the amount of energy needed for these little people.
Also, I totally know what you mean about being scared sh!tless about SIDS. Remember when sweet baby Zachary died? I was a basket case for quite some time after that. He still is in my prayers.
I believe they found later that it wasn't SIDS and he had actually been crying face down on a puffy blanket while in the sitter's care before passing away. I could be thinking of a different baby though. But these parents of poor Zachary had suffered many losses before Zachary was born, and Zachary was their rainbow baby. So devastating! I think about them all of the time!
Thanks so much Chunstad and Elsa you did not hijack the thread!
If I remember there were 2 losses on the September board and I do remember baby Zachary. It just killed me what had happened to them and I lived in fear that something like that would happen to DS. I am so glad he is past that stage now but I will probably make him wear sleep sacks until he is 20 just to be sure! :P
Happy Birthday Baby Smit!
1) We wanted a boy too, so I completely know what you mean about that. I feel like a lot of women want girls, but girls terrify me! I remember being a teenage girl.
2) I had the teeth chattering thing too! I could not stop. Even after I delivered for a looooong time. And I wasn't cold. I think it was the effects of the anesthesia.