Yes, I went in to have my cervical length checked last Wed. to find my length went from 3.2cm's down to 2.0. I was admitted to the hospital that night and prepped for surgery the next day.
Though I was supposed to have a PRIVATE room when I got there, they put me in the same room with another gal who just had the cerclage operation I was to have the next day. It went from bad to worse when half hour later, they were doing a heartbeat scan only to find the baby was dead. My roomate started to cry and then of course I started to cry, having lost our son Jackson and KNOWING I'd be going in for the SAME surgery the next day.
The nursing staff knows my history and transferred me out of that room right away into a room by myself. Poor Doug was in a panic trying to find me because he had gone for dinner only to come back to chaos.
Needless to say I never slept a wink that night. The next day one of my favorite nurses came in to tell me my roomate had a lot more going on and that my circumstances were different. She put my mind at ease but I was still anxious until they finally came in to take me to the surgery. Before taking me, we had to find the fetal heartbeat. Amelia almost gave mommy a heart-attack when we couldn't find the heartbeat for several minutes. Turns out she was sick of all the noise every 3 hours and kept moving herself around!
Finally got into the surgical area where I was prepped. The room was cold, had tons of medical equipment and the medical team was clothed in blue, with hairnets, gloves, shields and instruments. Not at all a calming atmosphere. I was put on the table and the anesthetist started the numbing sensation on my back for the "spinal". It didn't hurt, just felt pressure. I didn't like it!
They got me on the table, added that dreadful air to my nose for better breathing (which I could have done without) and started prepping for the surgery. The table lifted up and my bottom end started raising REALLY high. I felt as though I would fall off the table but never did.
I was doing pretty well until the Anesthetist spoke of yesterdays surgery where the patient had a bulging sac. I heard my Dr. Holler ENOUGH! My Dr. knew that not only was that my roomate, but I lost Jackson due to the fact I was dialated and my amniotic sac was bulging.
That's when I began to panic. I hollard that I was going to be sick and they added more anti-nausea through IV. I slowly started to calm myself down and then the surgery was done.
I made the staff laugh when I told them the numbing sensation felt like I was running naked in the snow! She must have liked it so much she shared that with my husband in the waiting room.
I was then taken to recovery where I spent two hours trying to get my darn toes to wiggle! Upon arriving they told me I couldn't leave until I could move. I told them I was ready to walk out myself. The nurse laughed and said, "go ahead". Umm, I seemed to have been paralyzed from the waist down. It was NOT my favorite moment as I'm pretty stubborn and want UP! I don't want to have to spend anymore time in the hospital than I need to, and in order to leave the next day, I had to prove I could walk, pee on my own and without limited pain.
I did it all by midnight. Though I was told I could leave that morning, someone forgot to sign the orders and I had to sit there until after noon. I had Doug run to get my 17P (progesterone injections that stop preterm labor) and he called telling me he was chasing down my package because UPS refused to deliver to our P.O. Box. This was a drug I NEEDED that day, so as I was released, we drove to UPS station where they had actually LOST the package. Half hour later and we found it again. Phew!
So, here I sit on bed rest. Today I'm 20wks and halfway to delivery day. YAY for me! We're praying that stitch hold our Amelia in for another 20wks safely!
In the meantime I have so many people offering to help. The church is making meals a couple times a week to lighten Dougs burdens. Some are offering to clean our house (not much to really clean...just dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, wiping down bathroom and laundry). My cup runneth over with all the help we are getting. God is SO good!
This week I have a fetal echocardiogram which is normal for someone with Type II diabetes like me. I can't wait to hear her little heart beating again.
I have my Doula coming with a backup to meet in case I go into labor when she's not around, and I have a scan this week to check and make sure all is well with the cerclage stitch they put in...then to the perinatologists office.
Something tells me that my life will be filled with appointments and bed rest. I'll do anything for this little girl of ours! I love her deeply. Thank You God for a second chance to be a loving parent!
Though I was supposed to have a PRIVATE room when I got there, they put me in the same room with another gal who just had the cerclage operation I was to have the next day. It went from bad to worse when half hour later, they were doing a heartbeat scan only to find the baby was dead. My roomate started to cry and then of course I started to cry, having lost our son Jackson and KNOWING I'd be going in for the SAME surgery the next day.
The nursing staff knows my history and transferred me out of that room right away into a room by myself. Poor Doug was in a panic trying to find me because he had gone for dinner only to come back to chaos.
Needless to say I never slept a wink that night. The next day one of my favorite nurses came in to tell me my roomate had a lot more going on and that my circumstances were different. She put my mind at ease but I was still anxious until they finally came in to take me to the surgery. Before taking me, we had to find the fetal heartbeat. Amelia almost gave mommy a heart-attack when we couldn't find the heartbeat for several minutes. Turns out she was sick of all the noise every 3 hours and kept moving herself around!
Finally got into the surgical area where I was prepped. The room was cold, had tons of medical equipment and the medical team was clothed in blue, with hairnets, gloves, shields and instruments. Not at all a calming atmosphere. I was put on the table and the anesthetist started the numbing sensation on my back for the "spinal". It didn't hurt, just felt pressure. I didn't like it!
They got me on the table, added that dreadful air to my nose for better breathing (which I could have done without) and started prepping for the surgery. The table lifted up and my bottom end started raising REALLY high. I felt as though I would fall off the table but never did.
I was doing pretty well until the Anesthetist spoke of yesterdays surgery where the patient had a bulging sac. I heard my Dr. Holler ENOUGH! My Dr. knew that not only was that my roomate, but I lost Jackson due to the fact I was dialated and my amniotic sac was bulging.
That's when I began to panic. I hollard that I was going to be sick and they added more anti-nausea through IV. I slowly started to calm myself down and then the surgery was done.
I made the staff laugh when I told them the numbing sensation felt like I was running naked in the snow! She must have liked it so much she shared that with my husband in the waiting room.
I was then taken to recovery where I spent two hours trying to get my darn toes to wiggle! Upon arriving they told me I couldn't leave until I could move. I told them I was ready to walk out myself. The nurse laughed and said, "go ahead". Umm, I seemed to have been paralyzed from the waist down. It was NOT my favorite moment as I'm pretty stubborn and want UP! I don't want to have to spend anymore time in the hospital than I need to, and in order to leave the next day, I had to prove I could walk, pee on my own and without limited pain.
I did it all by midnight. Though I was told I could leave that morning, someone forgot to sign the orders and I had to sit there until after noon. I had Doug run to get my 17P (progesterone injections that stop preterm labor) and he called telling me he was chasing down my package because UPS refused to deliver to our P.O. Box. This was a drug I NEEDED that day, so as I was released, we drove to UPS station where they had actually LOST the package. Half hour later and we found it again. Phew!
So, here I sit on bed rest. Today I'm 20wks and halfway to delivery day. YAY for me! We're praying that stitch hold our Amelia in for another 20wks safely!
In the meantime I have so many people offering to help. The church is making meals a couple times a week to lighten Dougs burdens. Some are offering to clean our house (not much to really clean...just dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, wiping down bathroom and laundry). My cup runneth over with all the help we are getting. God is SO good!
This week I have a fetal echocardiogram which is normal for someone with Type II diabetes like me. I can't wait to hear her little heart beating again.
I have my Doula coming with a backup to meet in case I go into labor when she's not around, and I have a scan this week to check and make sure all is well with the cerclage stitch they put in...then to the perinatologists office.
Something tells me that my life will be filled with appointments and bed rest. I'll do anything for this little girl of ours! I love her deeply. Thank You God for a second chance to be a loving parent!
4 comments:
Wow - what a week! Those spinal anaesthetics do make you feel weird don't they. I had one with my first and I remember they had to give me extra and kept checking with ice near my heart to make sure it wasn't going too high (yikes), and then had to bring in a specialist when it took longer than normal to wear off -talk about jelly legs! LOL!
I'm glad that you're on bed rest - and that you're getting lots of help. Praying for you everyday.
Sorry we didn't get a chance to connect on the phone yesterday. I will try to call you later today, but that might not work out.
Yes, it certainly sounds like an eventful couple of days. I'm SO thankful to know that Amelia is doing well. I think having you on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy is a good thing!!!
And maybe the reason why you were in that room for even that short of a period, is because God knows that you KNOW how that gal is feeling. You can pray comfort for her like no one else. When we remember that NOTHING happens by accident, we can KNOW FOR CERTAIN that God wanted you in that room...even for just a bit. I think he wanted to bring that lady across your path.
I will continue on in prayer for you all.
Love,
Patti
An eventful week, indeed.
You're always in my prayers.
So thankful you have a great support team up there.
HUGS~
Jill
Wow, what a week...continuing to pray for you my dear friend.
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