Hi all...sorry for the delay
Thank you to everyone for your congratulations and support on FB. I can't believe the wild ride my family has been on in the last week. It is insane and doesn't seem real. I'm so relieved that the nightmare is over.
The short version of the story is that I went into premature labor on Saturday afternoon. We went to the hospital and they gave me three separate shots of something to help my contractions stop. They started up again the very next afternoon, so back to labor and delivery where they gave me some different drug to basically knock me out. They said it would either stop my contractions or help me dialate since my body wasn't progressing even though my contractions were strong, painful and only 90 seconds apart. The contractions stopped, so we went home that morning around 5:30 am.
Monday, I had my 37 week checkup with the OB (he wasn't the doc on call all weekend, so I dealt with a different OB when I was in the hospital, but he knew all about it). He checked me again and confirmed that I was thinning, but not dialating at all. In his exam room, my contractions were 3 minutes apart, about 60 seconds in duration. He sent me home. I called back about 2 hours later to confirm that I was still contracting and he told me if they got worse/stronger as the day progressed (in 3-4 hours) to call back. I called back at 4:30 because they were 3 minutes still, but longer and more intense. He said to meet him at the hospital, we would be having the baby tonight at 36 weeks and 6 days. Before we "decided" to go into surgery, he did warn me there could be respiratory complications due to Anderson's premature gestational age, but he didn't expect any given his size and less than 24 hours away from "full" term. He told me he could continue to hold off my labor, but that this baby would be here in 48 hours anyway - it would just keep starting back up. So we went ahead with the procedure and I've regretted it ever since. I know everyone keeps telling me not to blame myself, but I was the one who said "red wire" when I should have picked blue, you know?
So Anderson came out kicking, screaming like crazy, like any other baby. NO one could get over how loud he was. 30 mintues later he turned blue and thankfully they had oxygen available. They got it to him, resuctioned him, another 10-15 minutes later he turned blue again. That's when they transported him to NICU. The pediatrician told me, about 2 hours later, what was going on. Until that point, I had no idea anything was out of the ordinary. He told me that Anderson was in NICU that there was some fluid in his lungs, but they didn't expect him to be there more than 24 hours. Wrong!! He had TTN (trans tachipnia (sp?) of the newborn) and RDS (respiratory distress syndrome) in addition to some jaundice. It turned into 24 hours to not going home with us - I have never been more heart broken in my life. THe CPAP went in first, with IV fluids only - no food whatsoever, and they used the wrong size tubes. They cut up the inside of his nose so badly from the constant rubbing. Finally after a little more than 24 hours he went onto a regular nasal canula, but his nose was so damaged from the CPAP that they had to put in a feeding tube because he couldn't suck, swallow and breathe due to the congestion in his nose. I was mortified and just felt like every time we made progress, something else went wrong. Then, like a miracle, the doc agreed to take him off the canula (he wasn't using any O2 anyway), hep lock the IV since he was eating so much (all my milk!!
) and put him in a regular crib. They still wanted to watch him and make sure the biliruben went down so we couldn't take him home until Sunday. It was truly the happiest day of my life. My family went through hell trying to juggle the 40 minute ride to the hospital plus Marty and everything else. Today I pulled out the hardest, longest piece of mucus ever out of that child's nose...and they wonder why he couldn't breathe??!!
. He's like a new man today!!
I'm so glad all this is behind us and at the same time, I feel robbed of his first week of life. I camped out in the NICU as much as humanly possible, fed him at every opportunity and got him to the breast at the earliest nanosecond they would allow. Now I'm dealing with engorgement and oversupply because of the pump...ridiculous. My breasts are so swollen and painful, but I'm trying to limit my pumping for comfort now that we're home and it is finally starting to ease a little bit. I still can't believe all this actually happened. It feels like a dream and I"m so grateful to have finally woken up. Seriously the worst and best week of my life ever - now that's some emotional turmoil!!
I'll catch up on personals in a day or so...still trying to catch up on my house/life! Staples come out today (thank God!)
to you all!! xoxoxo