Our little lady arrived August 28 at 8:28 p.m.
Her birth was absolutely amazing! I have been planning on having a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) since the boys were born. Where we live there aren’t many doctors who will perform VBACs so your choices are limited. When I was just over 40 weeks I learned my doctor was going out of town, which meant if I went into labor I wouldn’t be guaranteed a VBAC. So we decided to do a very conservative induction on the 28th. Jason and I arrived at the hospital by 7:30 a.m. and things were started about 8:30 a.m. My body kicked into gear pretty fast and I was laboring well. I had an awesome nurse and Jason helping me and my doula arrived a little later in the day. By 4:30 p.m. I was 5 cm and at 5:45 p.m. my water broke.
The entire day I kept hearing a voice say “epidural” over and over and I kept blocking it out. My goal had been to do a natural birth. But once my water broke the contractions were completely different and that voice got louder and louder. My doula had me pick a code word, which meant I was serious and wanted the epidural…..I chose “bumblebee tuna” thanks to help from Jason. The only thing that kept coming to my head was “butterball turkey” so I kept getting frustrated. I finally gave my code word and by 6:39 p.m. the epidural was in.
At 7:54 p.m. I started pushing and she was born at 8:28 p.m. I will NEVER EVER forget that moment when they put her on my chest. It was that moment I had missed out on with my c-section and was the moment I had dreamed about for years. It was so surreal and literally almost like an out of body experience.
What followed is a complete blur now. I remember chaos. Doctors and nurses everywhere. Panic on some faces. Me throwing up over and over. I zoned out and just stared at our baby.
Turns out my placenta was embedded in my uterus – placenta accreta. My doctor asked if I was done having kids and would be open to a hysterectomy. No not ready for that. I JUST GAVE BIRTH! She performed a D&C and they literally worked for over an hour and got as much as they could. This is the point I’m so thankful I had the epidural. If I hadn’t I would have been rushed to the OR and put under.
From what my doula, husband and mother in law told me there was a lot of blood.
They immediately placed Evie on my chest when she was born and I got to enjoy those first moments but once things got hectic I didn’t get to hold her much. I was so weak and light-headed and throwing up so I was in condition to hold her.
A few hours later they had me wheeled into a different Labor & Delivery room. They kept me in L&D because I would need closer monitoring but we lucked out and Jason had his own bed. They had me on a lot of different medications and my recovery was not what I had expected. The medications made me tired, nauseous and one made me spike a fever. I ended up getting two blood transfusions due to all the blood I lost. It was a little chaotic but through it all Evie was great! She slept, nursed and pooped around the clock.
Until that Saturday. Jason had returned from grabbing lunch and he was letting me eat so he changed Evie’s diaper and noticed a little blood. A nurse was in my room taking my vitals and giving me meds so he had her look at it and then from there it seemed like a whirlwind. Jason went with her into the nursery for an x-ray and they found blood in her belly. She was quickly admitted to the step-up NICU for monitoring and testing and received multiple blood transfusions as well.
I WAS A MESS! I was so emotionally and physically exhausted I couldn’t take much more. Not only was I dealing with the fears of my situation but now we had to worry if our baby was going to be okay. By Sunday they had moved her to the children’s hospital NICU, which meant Jason had to wheel me all the way over to see her and it was so difficult leaving her each time.
By Tuesday morning we still didn’t have a cause of the bleeding but she hadn’t passed anymore blood since Sunday evening so they FINALLY let her eat. She was only supposed to nurse 15 minutes and try to limit her intake to 10mL. The little overachiever continuously took in more than the “allowed” amount. By Wednesday they were letting her eat as long and as much as she wanted. She was finally off IVs and her color was coming back. I went home Monday night but each day I spent the entire day at the hospital with her. It was so emotionally draining sitting in there all day. Being surrounded by all those tiny babies and families who were suffering and dealing with way worse scenarios than us. It was such a reminder to be thankful we had something fixable and not as serious. I just sat and prayed and prayed for those babies.
By Thursday morning we were being discharged! And she came home that afternoon and has been such a sweet baby. She sleeps so well at night, going on 4 hour stretches. She was weighed on Tuesday of this week and was already back above her birth weight – 8 lbs 6.5 oz.
I’m currently being monitored weekly by my doctor to see how my body reacts with the remaining placenta. I’m still on medications, which make me tired and a little out of it but I’m adjusting. I get weekly blood tests and as of now my body is reacting well. The placenta appears to be dying off slowly, which is great. I keep trying to cherish each day and each moment but I am ready to fast forward to the day I am back to “normal” and can enjoy this new family of five.