I'm alive. Sorry this has taken SO long for me to do.
Trenton Nicholas Taylor Marrero-Bridget was born on September 15th at 12:35pm. He was born by c-section, butt first and peeing. He was 9 lbs even and 20 inches long. (He's currently 11 lbs 5 ozs and 22 and 1/2 inches long.)
I ended up having a c-section because I had a second opinion and I was just too small and the baby too big and he was just never going to flip. He was laying with his back first. Not even his butt or legs (at which I would of tried to deliver naturally). I am still disappointed. I know all that matters in the end is that the baby and I are safe and healthy, but I still wish I had at least gone into labor. I'm crazy I know.
My sister and my husband got to be with me. My sis is a neo-natal nurse and does not work at the hospital I deliver at, but they let her scrub in and she took care of the baby. I have this beautiful picture of my doctor handing her my son. She was the first person in our family to hold him. She did his foot prints and held the cord while my husband cut it. I will forever be grateful to her for that.
My husband was ordered by me not to leave me alone. My sister was taking the baby to the nursery and he was to stay with me. Well, I had an ectopic pregnancy the burst last year and I went into shock. As my husband brings my son around for me to see him for the first time I feel the same sort of lightheadedness that I felt last year before I went into shock. You know when you just know your body. I knew it wasn't going to be good. My husband showed me the baby and my sis who saw how much blood I was losing said "I need to take him to the nursery now." So she could get the baby and herself out the way and she said "Dad come with me." And my husband looked at me and I told him to go with the baby. And I have this picture of him...He's hold our son and all you can see is his eyes and he looks so confused. Because he was told I would divorce his ass if he left me alone in that operating room...and yet there I was telling him to leave.
So they left and then I started to throw up. My doc told the nurses to give me more drugs and they said they couldn't because I had, had the max already and he told them to try another drug. He's a funny guy and I like him a lot and he told me..."Melissa can you stop throwing up so I can put you back together again?" To which I replied I was trying. They couldn't get my uterus to contract. They went through all the drugs they had and sent a nurse to another room to get another drug. I managed not to go into shock this time. But I was close. I was struggling to stay focused and conscience. My doc kept asking me if I was still with him.
I ended up being in the hospital four days and needed two units of blood...Well, I needed three but they gave me two. My body took forever to start producing milk and I had to start supplementing because my son wasn't wetting enough diapers and was losing too much weight. I'm still not making enough milk. I went to a lactation consultant and everything, but it's just not going to happen for me. I'm breast feeding as much as I can, but sometimes my son just spits my boob out and screams because there's just nothing there and he's still hungry. So I have to give him formula. We've tried it all.
Because everything went all crazy with me my doc doesn't want me to try a VBAC for the next kid. He doesn't even really want me to have a next kid. I have a bunch of cysts on my fallopian tube which he was going to remove, but since I was bleeding out and my history of an ectopic, plus I only have the one tube, so he left them. So I have to watch for pain on my left side. We had a convo in the hospital and he asked me how many kids I planned on having and I told him I wanted five, but I had to see how many we could afford and we were going to decide as we went along. He told me we'd do the next one as a c-section and see how that goes and take it from there. But that's at least two years from now. So for now I'm just going to focus on Trenton.
He's a really good baby. He only screams when he's hungry or wet. I've got it easy with my first kid. My only complaint is he won't sleep alone. He wants to be next to me or in my arms. Which is fine except I don't sleep. I'm so afraid I'll roll over him in bed or something.
My mother is making him his Halloween costume. He's going to be a stick of dynamite because his initials are TNT. :-)
I haven't been online in the five weeks since Trenton's arrival. I am SO far behind on the boards I don't think I'll ever catch up. I have a bunch of pictures up on my facebook (http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/p...10&ref=profile) if you want to see him. I hope that link works. You can find me Melissa Kay Marrero. There if you want.
I think I've rambled enough. I'm going to try so hard to check online, but I never get a chance. I miss being here though. I hope everyone else is doing well!
Trenton Nicholas Taylor Marrero-Bridget was born on September 15th at 12:35pm. He was born by c-section, butt first and peeing. He was 9 lbs even and 20 inches long. (He's currently 11 lbs 5 ozs and 22 and 1/2 inches long.)
I ended up having a c-section because I had a second opinion and I was just too small and the baby too big and he was just never going to flip. He was laying with his back first. Not even his butt or legs (at which I would of tried to deliver naturally). I am still disappointed. I know all that matters in the end is that the baby and I are safe and healthy, but I still wish I had at least gone into labor. I'm crazy I know.
My sister and my husband got to be with me. My sis is a neo-natal nurse and does not work at the hospital I deliver at, but they let her scrub in and she took care of the baby. I have this beautiful picture of my doctor handing her my son. She was the first person in our family to hold him. She did his foot prints and held the cord while my husband cut it. I will forever be grateful to her for that.
My husband was ordered by me not to leave me alone. My sister was taking the baby to the nursery and he was to stay with me. Well, I had an ectopic pregnancy the burst last year and I went into shock. As my husband brings my son around for me to see him for the first time I feel the same sort of lightheadedness that I felt last year before I went into shock. You know when you just know your body. I knew it wasn't going to be good. My husband showed me the baby and my sis who saw how much blood I was losing said "I need to take him to the nursery now." So she could get the baby and herself out the way and she said "Dad come with me." And my husband looked at me and I told him to go with the baby. And I have this picture of him...He's hold our son and all you can see is his eyes and he looks so confused. Because he was told I would divorce his ass if he left me alone in that operating room...and yet there I was telling him to leave.
So they left and then I started to throw up. My doc told the nurses to give me more drugs and they said they couldn't because I had, had the max already and he told them to try another drug. He's a funny guy and I like him a lot and he told me..."Melissa can you stop throwing up so I can put you back together again?" To which I replied I was trying. They couldn't get my uterus to contract. They went through all the drugs they had and sent a nurse to another room to get another drug. I managed not to go into shock this time. But I was close. I was struggling to stay focused and conscience. My doc kept asking me if I was still with him.
I ended up being in the hospital four days and needed two units of blood...Well, I needed three but they gave me two. My body took forever to start producing milk and I had to start supplementing because my son wasn't wetting enough diapers and was losing too much weight. I'm still not making enough milk. I went to a lactation consultant and everything, but it's just not going to happen for me. I'm breast feeding as much as I can, but sometimes my son just spits my boob out and screams because there's just nothing there and he's still hungry. So I have to give him formula. We've tried it all.
Because everything went all crazy with me my doc doesn't want me to try a VBAC for the next kid. He doesn't even really want me to have a next kid. I have a bunch of cysts on my fallopian tube which he was going to remove, but since I was bleeding out and my history of an ectopic, plus I only have the one tube, so he left them. So I have to watch for pain on my left side. We had a convo in the hospital and he asked me how many kids I planned on having and I told him I wanted five, but I had to see how many we could afford and we were going to decide as we went along. He told me we'd do the next one as a c-section and see how that goes and take it from there. But that's at least two years from now. So for now I'm just going to focus on Trenton.
He's a really good baby. He only screams when he's hungry or wet. I've got it easy with my first kid. My only complaint is he won't sleep alone. He wants to be next to me or in my arms. Which is fine except I don't sleep. I'm so afraid I'll roll over him in bed or something.
My mother is making him his Halloween costume. He's going to be a stick of dynamite because his initials are TNT. :-)
I haven't been online in the five weeks since Trenton's arrival. I am SO far behind on the boards I don't think I'll ever catch up. I have a bunch of pictures up on my facebook (http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/p...10&ref=profile) if you want to see him. I hope that link works. You can find me Melissa Kay Marrero. There if you want.
I think I've rambled enough. I'm going to try so hard to check online, but I never get a chance. I miss being here though. I hope everyone else is doing well!
