You know I never posted about the events of Hunter’s arrival since it came so unexpected. So here you go.
One year ago today…..I was in complete denial! I was scheduled for my weekly doctor’s appt, but this one was different. I needed to have another ultrasound because at the last appointment I started measuring too small for my stage of pregnancy. I remember leaving work at noon that day telling everyone I would see them tomorrow. The appointment was so surreal at the time and I am so glad Andy took off of work to go with me. The ultrasound was taking place at the OB/GYN office, while in there the technician confirmed that I was 3 weeks smaller than I should be. They went to go call/contact my doctor who was on call over at the hospital to see what she thought. Before I knew it the technician and nurse came in to tell us we needed to immediately get to the hospital for a more invasive ultrasound. We didn’t know what was going on, but we did as they said. I was extremely glad at that point that Andy was there. I would have been a hysterical mess if he wasn’t there to calm me down.
We made it to the hospital to have another ultrasound done. There they were checking the umbilical cord and the flow of blood thru it. After seeing the results, they called my doctor to tell her. She then got on the phone with me and told me she wanted to go over everything with the radiologist before she made any decisions. She told us to stay in town and that she would call our cell phone. Andy and I headed to McDonald’s so I could get something to eat. Shortly after, the phone rang. It was my doctor telling me that my placenta is not functioning property and that I needed to report to the hospital for an induction. I was in complete shock!
I was excited and terrified all at the same time. I was excited to finally meet my baby but terrified that there may be something wrong with him. When we got to the hospital I got changed and was hooked up to all the monitors. I was already having regular contracts according to the monitors, so they decided to go ahead and put me straight on Potocin. This is where things got ruff; Hunter was not dealing well with the contractions. His heart rate kept dropping really low. Every time that would happen all of the nurses would come running in telling me to roll on my right side…then my left… and then get on all fours. Being on all fours seemed to be the position that Hunter tolerated most, while not very attactive his heart rate would always go back to normal. With Hunter’s heart rate dropping pretty often, the nurses and doctor kept warning of a c-section. No Thank You!
Later on that evening I decided I had enough of the contractions (plus they warned that if I didn’t have an epidural in and I had to have an emergency c-section then they would have to knock me out, as opposed to upping the epidural) I decided to get the epidural. It worked wonderfully…a little too well. I guess it relaxed my body so much that my heart rate dropped really low and they had to inject me with some other meds to get me back on track. After getting the epidural I took a much needed nap, and shortly after I was fully dilated and ready to push. During the contractions and pushing Hunter’s heart rate was dipping dangerously low that they called another doctor to be on call for a c-section and have a pedestrian on stand-by for Hunter. Within 15 minutes of me pushing and them pulling, Hunter was born! I was so excited to hear his cry! I didn’t get to hold him until about 30-40 minutes after he was born because they were evaluating and monitor him because of his eventful labor.
One year ago today…..I was in complete denial! I was scheduled for my weekly doctor’s appt, but this one was different. I needed to have another ultrasound because at the last appointment I started measuring too small for my stage of pregnancy. I remember leaving work at noon that day telling everyone I would see them tomorrow. The appointment was so surreal at the time and I am so glad Andy took off of work to go with me. The ultrasound was taking place at the OB/GYN office, while in there the technician confirmed that I was 3 weeks smaller than I should be. They went to go call/contact my doctor who was on call over at the hospital to see what she thought. Before I knew it the technician and nurse came in to tell us we needed to immediately get to the hospital for a more invasive ultrasound. We didn’t know what was going on, but we did as they said. I was extremely glad at that point that Andy was there. I would have been a hysterical mess if he wasn’t there to calm me down.
We made it to the hospital to have another ultrasound done. There they were checking the umbilical cord and the flow of blood thru it. After seeing the results, they called my doctor to tell her. She then got on the phone with me and told me she wanted to go over everything with the radiologist before she made any decisions. She told us to stay in town and that she would call our cell phone. Andy and I headed to McDonald’s so I could get something to eat. Shortly after, the phone rang. It was my doctor telling me that my placenta is not functioning property and that I needed to report to the hospital for an induction. I was in complete shock!
I was excited and terrified all at the same time. I was excited to finally meet my baby but terrified that there may be something wrong with him. When we got to the hospital I got changed and was hooked up to all the monitors. I was already having regular contracts according to the monitors, so they decided to go ahead and put me straight on Potocin. This is where things got ruff; Hunter was not dealing well with the contractions. His heart rate kept dropping really low. Every time that would happen all of the nurses would come running in telling me to roll on my right side…then my left… and then get on all fours. Being on all fours seemed to be the position that Hunter tolerated most, while not very attactive his heart rate would always go back to normal. With Hunter’s heart rate dropping pretty often, the nurses and doctor kept warning of a c-section. No Thank You!
Later on that evening I decided I had enough of the contractions (plus they warned that if I didn’t have an epidural in and I had to have an emergency c-section then they would have to knock me out, as opposed to upping the epidural) I decided to get the epidural. It worked wonderfully…a little too well. I guess it relaxed my body so much that my heart rate dropped really low and they had to inject me with some other meds to get me back on track. After getting the epidural I took a much needed nap, and shortly after I was fully dilated and ready to push. During the contractions and pushing Hunter’s heart rate was dipping dangerously low that they called another doctor to be on call for a c-section and have a pedestrian on stand-by for Hunter. Within 15 minutes of me pushing and them pulling, Hunter was born! I was so excited to hear his cry! I didn’t get to hold him until about 30-40 minutes after he was born because they were evaluating and monitor him because of his eventful labor.
In the end he was born on 9/25/08 at 1:25am at a healthy 5lbs 7oz.
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I LOVE hearing labor stories! Thanks for sharing!
Sarah S
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