It has been almost 8 months since my sweet baby boy's birth
but it is never too late to write on it.
First I need to give a brief overview on my pregnancy. Sadly I never blogged about it.
On October 20th I took "the test" and received those beautiful positive lines. Rejoicing that God had given me life in my womb once more. Praying for His grace in this pregnancy.
As I approached my 5th week the sickness started to set it. Rejoicing once more knowing that meant this little life was growing.
As the weeks continued, so did the sickness. The rejoicing became much more difficult as I tried to take care of my hubby, two toddlers and a house. I was unable to eat any sort of chicken or turkey without becoming extremely ill. Red meat seemed to reap havoc on my stomach if ate too often. Cleaning and meal making seemed near impossible.
February 17th, we discovered our little baby was a BOY!!
And a few more weeks after that, the sickness seemed to ease.
But as I neared 28 weeks my gestational diabetes (that never goes away) seem to flare up with vengeance. So not only did I need to avoid chicken, and limit all other meats, I had to avoid many other foods that caused high blood sugars. My doctor put me on medication to help with the blood sugars, and at first it always worked really well. Almost too well because I was suddenly battling low blood sugars. But after a week my body would become immune to the medicine and I would start having high blood sugars again.
This is not my first go around with the diabetes. I am fully aware of the foods I can eat and the foods I should limit or avoid. But even having a salad seemed to spike my sugars.
So by the end of my pregnancy, I was DONE!!! I was ready for this sweet babe to be in my arms and to recover from everything the pregnancy brought with it.
Fast forward to June 20th. I was 38 1/2 weeks. I was going to my twice a week doctor appointments (because of the diabetes and medicine) and while doing my non stress test I had multiple contractions. My doctor swept my membranes and that evening after dinner we went for a long walk. My hubby would asked me if I felt anything, and all i could feel was pressure down below but mostly a lot of pain in my back. I figured the pain was due to my enormous stomach.
We put the kids to sleep at my sisters hoping by early morning we would head to the hospital.
I did try a concoction that night in hopes to spur labor on... but I threw it all up shortly after.
By 11pm that pain in my back was intensifying and i finally realized that pain was contractions.
I was still in denial. My hubby wanted to take me to the hospital but I kept waiting for them to fizzle out. So I tried to distract myself with watching a show and after 20 minutes I realized I had not watched any of it. I was too busy working through my pain... Every 3 minutes.
So we called my mom and sister by 11:40 and said it was time. Getting to the hospital around midnight June 21st.
I was 4.5cm dialated, 80% effaced. And in pure shock that soon I was going to hold a baby!
By 2am the anesthesiologist FINALLY arrived. (yes I am 100% an epidural person)
When he was placing the epidural, I remember thinking it felt a lot lower than my previous 2, but didn't question it, he was the trained one.
Soon after that I was 6cm and they broke my water.
And I suddenly realized the epidural was NOT working!!!
except in my right foot.
I told the nurse I was still feeling everything. And even more intense because my water was broke. She tried laying me down more hoping gravity would cause the epidural to work. But there was nothing but pain.
By 3am the nurse came to check my dialation and said she wanted to get another nurse to verify. Next thing I knew my doctor came in and checked and was telling me the baby's fist was up by his head. They needed to try and have him retract his hand or it would be a C-section.
Bless my doctor she did everything. She ended up putting water back into me and Praise the Lord, He allowed that to help little baby pull his hand back.
Suddenly after so much pain in my contractions that caused my body to eliminate anything I had in me I began shaking really bad. Once again my doctor, knowing my situation wanted the nurse to check my blood sugars.
They were LOW. Very low. Next thing I knew they were trying to get some fruit juice in me to help.
As soon as that seemed to gain some control the baby's heart rate was dropping to scary low numbers during my very frequent contractions.
Honestly all I can remember was pure chaos. My doctor telling me that the surgical team was there because there was a high chance we would need them. "Better they are here and we don't need them, than we need them and they are not here"
As she was telling me this I could see the stress and worry, it started to set in that this was serious.
Around 3:50 the anesthesiologist returned to fix my epidural that was still not doing anything.
But shortly after walking into the room he walked out looking for something.
And in his absence the doctor and nurse were looking at each other and the screen showing my contractions and the baby's heartbeat.
The nurse went to check on things down below and then said "nevermind we are going to have a baby!"
18 minutes of trying to push through the most exhausting pain I have ever felt and he was born!
My sweet rainbow baby
Boston Isaiah 7lbs. 4oz born at 4:18am June 21st
The day we became a family of 5
My cup runneth over with blessings!