Here come all of the birth story details!! This post will be all things pre-birth and the lead up to the actual delivery, then the actual delivery I will write about next!
As I look back, I know I was a bit of a nutcase those last few weeks, but all worked out and thankfully, he is here, healthy and all are well.
You know that my pregnancies have not been easy. With Annie M, I lost almost 32 lbs. When I delivered her, I weighed less than before I even got pregnant and then had a crazy delivery story that required an emergency surgery, multiple blood transfusions and hours til I was awake and able to officially meet my little girl.
With Brother, at week 14, I was hospitalized and put on a zofran pump til almost week 25. Home healthcare brought in all sorts of IV rehab stuff too and that was a bit nuts. His delivery was textbook, but the cord was wrapped three times and it took them a second to get it off and him jump started. We were so grateful for those initial baby screams!
As for Moose? He was a big baby. I threw up with him for most of the pregnancy, but it was not nearly as bad as the other two. They induced me with him at week 38 as my fluids were in dangerous levels and when they sent me up to deliver, Husband was 2+ hours away working, a friend who had come into town for the day was keeping my kids (cause I would be right back from my appointment – oops!), the house was on the market and so on. He got a bit stuck at delivery, but other than that, no problems.
We left the hospital, had a call for two house showings, ran in, cleaned fast, snapped a few pictures, loaded the cars and the big kids went to Chick-Fil-A to play and eat and I took the two day old to a parking lot to nurse while I prayed someone would buy the house. Eight days later, all five of us and Champ moved in with my parents for almost six months.
Which brings me to now.
This pregnancy, I threw up less times per day (2-4 times a day) but then almost the entire 40 weeks. I was on Diclegis, which I think helped but made me so, so tired!
I have had gestational diabetes with all four and so towards the end of my pregnancies, I have been relatively closely monitored. At 37.5 weeks, I went in for an ultrasound. I had been having lots of pressure and low kicks and I just knew that baby would be soon joining us.
The ultrasound showed that he was low in the pelvis and head down – both things I was excited about. When my OB checked me, I was making a bit of progress. Not as much as I wanted to have made, but I knew that since it was my fourth, stuff could move fast, so I didn’t worry.
My appointment the following week at 38.5 weeks, they did a NST (stress test) just to monitor the babies heart rate. They hooked me up and had a hard time getting the heartbeat consistent on the monitor. It was there (like, we could hear it so no worries) but just wasn’t picking up all that great.
The doctor came in and tried to re-adjust all and after pressing on my stomach for a minute, he took a step back, picked up the monitor and told me that he was certain that baby had flipped, and was now high and breech.
Sure enough, the heartbeat was just pounding away, in a completely different spot, high and no longer engaged. What little progress I had made was now nil. We confirmed everything by ultrasound and the word cesarian was being tossed around.
I could have cried. I felt like after all of this, after three deliveries, after 40 weeks of puking, after meds after meds and being with a new doctor at a new hospital, all I wanted to do was go in and deliver my baby like I had done the others.
I wasn’t “upset” at the idea of a c-section, I was more annoyed that after all of the trauma down you know where, that I would now have to be cut into else where too. I just wanted to do what I had done before. I didn’t have a clue what recovery would be like or how I would manage my other kids and all of that had me on edge.
I was also upset because I knew that if I had a c-section, that Hubs would not be able to deliver the baby nor would Kristin be able to be there to photograph all. He has delivered all of the other ones and Kristin been with us and I was bummed that the section would remove those options.
At the end of the day, I reminded myself that it honestly didn’t matter what kind of delivery I had and what did matter was healthy baby and healthy mama. Thats what I focused on and we moved forward discussing delivery dates.
Thats the basics on the pre-birth details. I’ll continue with the actual delivery story tomorrow!