This morning I dropped off Garrett and Taylor at the house to wait for the cable guy and movers to show up and I head to the hospital to get registered at Lemoore, turn in my medical record and hopefully get checked out by the doctor because it has been 3 weeks since I have been seen. (I am now 35wks). The OB/GYN said I can't be seen until the FOLLOWING Thursday and it would just be a consult with a nurse to go over my record, I say I am not ok with that, I am high risk, need to be checked, they tell me I can go up to their labor & delivery and have them check me if I feel it necessary. So I go upstairs...
Oooooh, had I known it was going to be the ride of my life, I would've packed a bag.
They check me for dialation, amniotic fluid, lil' miss' size... check, check, check, things look good... I was not dialated. I was hooked up to monitors and kept until 2:30, they found trace protein in my urine, so the doctor requested I come back later that night for a 24-48 hour observation(I had the car, Garrett was stranded, no food, no cable, bored). After about 3 hours of freedom, I checked back in at 5:45 and started the tests and learned all about insulin. My first night in what I thought would be MY bed, ended up being a night in the hospital. The next afternoon the doctor said I would most likely get to go home the next day, after I learned how to give myself insulin, I was sad, but at least there was an end in sight, or so I thought. My protein results came back around 7-8ish pm... thankfully Garrett had just shown up to see me, because we found out I was going to be leaving the hospital, but not to go home, I was being transferred to Fresno (they had a NICU), my lil miss would be coming a lot sooner than we had thought, within the next couple of days. An ambulance came to transfer me, then Garrett and Taylor followed behind, but the hospital in Fresno would NOT let Taylor on the Labor & Delivery floor, everyone was crying, they left, and I was left alone. Thankfully Garrett's brother drove up, got Taylor, and Garrett was back with me in a few hours. Things were already progressing...
12am - Already on Magnesium Sulfate to help with my hbp, I was given cervadel to prepare my body for lil miss to make her appearance, it was a 12 hour medication. During this time I got ahold of my mom, and she was going to be in Cali the next day by noon, that helped calm me some.
4am - Garrett gets back to the hospital to be with me. We try to get some rest and sleep. I am not allowed food or drinks because of the labor process, didn't make me a happy camper.
12pm - Mom shows up, Dr checks to see if I have progressed at all, 2-3cm... contractions start coming although I don't feel most of them, I was more focused on the killer headache I had.
4pm - Pitocin is started to see if we can get me to progress further... at 3-4cm they will break my water... I opt for the epidural, not because of the pain I was having, but the unknown of what was to come... Totally NOT what I expected, I was terrified I would be numb from the waist down, but I could actually still move my feet, legs, and feel them being touched. My body or mind did NOT like the epidural process for whatever reason and my blood pressure dropped pretty low, scared everyone pretty good, but slowly I came around.
7pm - no further progression, they break my water... honestly, totally cool feeling! LOL
12pm - they check to see how much more I have dialated, NOTHING! and lil miss' heartrate was dropping with every contraction, here comes the big news, the OR is ready, we have to take you in for a c-section for the safety of your lil girl... I didn't feel so hot, but it was time...
1:14am - she had to wait for an even date? she couldn't humor her mommy and come an hour and 15 min earlier to make her OCD mommy happy? Carly Alyse Thompson made her debut, 5 weeks early, but she came out screaming! Thank God. Lungs were powerful! I was so doped and out of it, they asked me if I wanted to kiss her, I said, "no thanks, that's alright"... but I came around and gave my lil miss her first kiss. She was 5lbs 11oz, 19in long, and a head full of brown hair...
We go back to the room and Nana gets to hold her first grandchild (by birth). She beamed! I was still out of it, thankfully we got transferred to another room with a much more comfortable bed so that I could recover. Still on meds, I wasn't allowed to eat, and I had to stay in bed for another 24 hours. The first time I got up to walk I thought I was going to pass out... It was all worth it... Just looking at her made me smile and cry... I didn't realize love could be so amazing!!!
Wednesday I finally got to go home!!! I was elated...
Hubby, Mom, and 2 gorgeous girls, what more could I be thankful for?
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