Post by pippiann on Nov 13, 2017 20:03:04 GMT -6
I typed this up a week ago, thought I would share, TW
Wednesday night (10/18) I started having What I thought were BH contractions and even made a comment to dh that I thought I was having contractions but they weren’t painful and I didn’t even think to time them since I was only 27 weeks. I went to sleep woke up twice to pee, the second time I think I had lost my mucus plug but thought nothing of it at the time bc you know pregnancy=lots of discharge. I woke up in the morning showered and thought I saw my discharge being tinted pink put a pantyliner on and when downstairs to make me and M lunch. Then I started to have poop contractions and tried to go poop, that’s when I saw a little blood on the pantyliner and immediately called my ob, then the real bleeding started. Thankfully my ob is in the hospital so after-hours it has the option of being transferred to L&D if you think you’re in active labor. I was still in denial that I was actually in labor, I really thought I was miscarrying L.Talked to L&D they told me to come right in (around 7:15am). Ran upstairs to tell Dh to get up and get M. He got dressed changed his diaper and off we went. We arrived at the hospital, they were ready for me had my bracelet printed and everything. That’s when the real contractions started, you know how hard it is to lay in a bed when your contracting? Nearly impossible. That’s when I told dh to get m out of there and call our friend that lives down the street. They checked me and told me I was complete. They were checking L using the ultrasound and I just kept asking is he okay? Then I felt him kick real hard, and signed with relief. By this time there were at least 10- 15 people in the room. I had to sign a piece of paper and then they gave me a shoot to stop my contractions. They told me he wasn’t head down so they were going to have to put me under and preform a c-sec. I asked if we could wait for dh they saw no and begin to wheel me into the OR. Then around the corner comes my ob (she delivered M and seriously the best, acts like a friend) she hugged me and I burst into tears, she told me she was sorry and that she was going to take care of me and L. I seriously don’t know what I would of done if she wasn’t there, her being there put me at ease. We get into the operating room and my ob tells me I don’t have to be put under and then dh walks through the door. I was given the spinal and within 10 mins L was out, he was screaming like crazy too. Of course I was cold then hot, and started dry heaving when they were stitching me and that was the worst. It felt like it took forever to stitch me up. After they were done I was wheeled out. All I wanted was water and of course they were not going to give it to me. They told me that they were going to have to transfer L to the city since that hospital only takes 32+ weekers. They finally wheeled L in for me to see before he got into the ambulance. He was the cutest, after that all I wanted was to nap. Thankfully the nurse gave me something to relax me because of course I was tense. He was born at 8:17am, a little over an hour after I had called L&D, probably one of the craziest hour of my life.
Wednesday night (10/18) I started having What I thought were BH contractions and even made a comment to dh that I thought I was having contractions but they weren’t painful and I didn’t even think to time them since I was only 27 weeks. I went to sleep woke up twice to pee, the second time I think I had lost my mucus plug but thought nothing of it at the time bc you know pregnancy=lots of discharge. I woke up in the morning showered and thought I saw my discharge being tinted pink put a pantyliner on and when downstairs to make me and M lunch. Then I started to have poop contractions and tried to go poop, that’s when I saw a little blood on the pantyliner and immediately called my ob, then the real bleeding started. Thankfully my ob is in the hospital so after-hours it has the option of being transferred to L&D if you think you’re in active labor. I was still in denial that I was actually in labor, I really thought I was miscarrying L.Talked to L&D they told me to come right in (around 7:15am). Ran upstairs to tell Dh to get up and get M. He got dressed changed his diaper and off we went. We arrived at the hospital, they were ready for me had my bracelet printed and everything. That’s when the real contractions started, you know how hard it is to lay in a bed when your contracting? Nearly impossible. That’s when I told dh to get m out of there and call our friend that lives down the street. They checked me and told me I was complete. They were checking L using the ultrasound and I just kept asking is he okay? Then I felt him kick real hard, and signed with relief. By this time there were at least 10- 15 people in the room. I had to sign a piece of paper and then they gave me a shoot to stop my contractions. They told me he wasn’t head down so they were going to have to put me under and preform a c-sec. I asked if we could wait for dh they saw no and begin to wheel me into the OR. Then around the corner comes my ob (she delivered M and seriously the best, acts like a friend) she hugged me and I burst into tears, she told me she was sorry and that she was going to take care of me and L. I seriously don’t know what I would of done if she wasn’t there, her being there put me at ease. We get into the operating room and my ob tells me I don’t have to be put under and then dh walks through the door. I was given the spinal and within 10 mins L was out, he was screaming like crazy too. Of course I was cold then hot, and started dry heaving when they were stitching me and that was the worst. It felt like it took forever to stitch me up. After they were done I was wheeled out. All I wanted was water and of course they were not going to give it to me. They told me that they were going to have to transfer L to the city since that hospital only takes 32+ weekers. They finally wheeled L in for me to see before he got into the ambulance. He was the cutest, after that all I wanted was to nap. Thankfully the nurse gave me something to relax me because of course I was tense. He was born at 8:17am, a little over an hour after I had called L&D, probably one of the craziest hour of my life.
