Since mamatoafireteam and amysue have had their babies, I thought I would start a Birth Announcement thread. We place to just plain announce the birth of your LO, post birth stories, pictures, stats etc!
Kathryn Gayle, Born 7/21/2012 9:51 am. Born at 33 weeks, 3 days, she weighed 6 lbs 6.67 ounces.
My water broke (at work ) on Wednesday the 18th. I called the Dr. and went to the hospital immediately. I was given steroids and antibiotics. Dr checked and I was not dialated at all or effaced, I was hoping to VBAC. Since the steroids needed some time to work, it was decided we would keep with the antibiotics, almost continual monitoring because he was worried about cord prolapse if I did start to dilate since I lost most of my fluid, and he would check me again on Saturday morning. Monitoring was to be continual during the day and then two hours on and two hours off at night. L&D got REALLY crazy one day and baby was hard to find on the monitor so I did get a bit of reprieve that day, which was nice. One night it took 5 different nurses about 4 hours to find her. They could hear the heartbeat, and were able to tell she was moving fine, but just couldn't get enough for it to trace on the monitor. Dr. checked me on Saturday morning, there was no change in my cervix, my Bishop's score was between a 0 and 1. Because the risk of my getting an infection and passing it to the baby posed more harm to the baby than delivering at 33 weeks when the steroids had been given their optimum time to be effective, we decided to do a C-Section Saturday morning. Dr told me if I wanted to try and labor he would induce me with pitocin, but he really didn't think it would be that effective. It would probably just wear me out before a C-section since I was only 33 weeks. Hubby and I decided to just go ahead and do a C-section. Baby was born at 9:51, beautiful with LOTS of hair. She cried right away and then started just squealing away. They did put her on a vent overnight the first night because she did have some crackling in her lungs and didn't want her to work too hard immediately to breathe.
I got nauseous in the OR, and when they were rolling me to recovery, I just closed my eyes because the motion was making me feel more sick. I was given several doses of anti-nausea medication. The next bit is bits and pieces I've been told by my hubby, the Dr's and nurses, because I really don't remember much. I started to feel really warm in the recovery room (which is not abnormal for me, I'm very warm natured) so dh turned down the thermostat. The nurse came in several times to check my vitals and my body temp kept dropping. It got low enough she called another nurse in. Then it got low enough the temporal thermometer wouldn't register at all. My body temp dropped to 92 degrees, and there were 2 Dr.'s and 3 nurses trying to keep me responsive and warm me up. I ended up with a bear hug blanket (basically it inflates and blows hot air onto my body) and several blankets over me, the heat turned on in my room (Dh said the temp in my room was about 85) It was about 7 that night before they finally got my temp up to a non-scary level (97 or so). I remember bits and pieces, but I had no idea it took that long until yesterday. The Dr. says it was probably a reaction to the spinal. He said it's VERY rare for anyone to react to a spinal that way, although it does happen occasionally during longer surgeries under general anesthesia.
I came home yesteray, Kathryn is still in the ICN until she can eat and stay warm on her own. She really has little interest in eating right now, although she will latch and suck a little bit when I'm there for her to try. I'm pumping away and my milk finally came in enough that she is getting full feedings of breast milk most of the time. Her Dr. said yesterday to expect her to be there 2-3 weeks.
The first time I got to hold her, almost 24 hours after she was born. . . She's holding my finger!
Sisters. . . I absolutely LOVE this picture. I think I'm going to try and print it in black and white and frame it.
I was originally meant to be admitted on Monday July 23rd for hospital monitoring. Overnight on Thursday/ Friday the 20th, I noticed a massive decrease in movement, especially in Baby A. He is normally my most active baby so it was very clear when he wasn't moving so much. On Friday morning I called my OB who said to head into L+D to get on the monitors and be checked out. They were having trouble getting A on the monitors (they could hear his HR occasionally but never for more than a few seconds and no movement. They called my Peri who came over to the hopsital for an u/s.
The u/s showed a good heartrate on A but he was very still. They finally got him moving but decided to admit me for monitoring. The plan was to stay until delivery, however long that would be.
The next day on the 21st I felt pretty good. I was eating heaps and getting to rest. My DH and the kids came into to visit me for lunch and left around 1pm. I had been having irregular contractions that morning but no one was worried and they didnt feel real at all. Around 1.30pm I noticed that my back was really hurting. I got up and tried to move around, I sat in a rocking chair and within a matter of minutes the contractions were definitely getting stronger. I paged my nurse and asked her to hook me to the toco to check. I had barely got back in bed by the time the contractions were 3-4 minutes apart and my back was killing me. The toco was definitely picking them up and my Peri was paged. He asked for the on call Doc to do a vaginal check and she just said "4. Prepare her for a c-section" and walked out (!!!).
I called DH who didnt answer (double !!!!!) and then started calling friends to find out where he was. After a mad rush on his end, he finally got the hospital about 45 minutes later when I was already all set up to go. The poor guy had only left an hour earlier, I think he was mostly confused as to how this had happened!
Then we had to stall because there was an emergency c/s. I refused an epidural for the cx's and pain so spent that time in 'real' labor. It was nice (seriously), I enjoyed it. I know that sounds weird but there we are. I was wheeled back to the OR and about 5.40pm and had the best spinal experience EVER. I swear I didnt feel anything more than his fingers on my back, normally its quite painful and I feel a huge amount of pressure but he was wonderful. I didnt have any of the yucky side effects I usually have with spinals or c/s's like vomiting or itchiness, it was just really really relaxing (again, weird I know...) and pleasant. They got A out right away and held him over the curtain, he was screaming his little head off and shook his fists at me, ha! He was shortly followed by B and C, and I just kept being amazed at how many of them there were!! Even when you know you're having triplets, its not ever fully real til you see three little screaming babies! The noise in the OR was insane! All three were breathing room air so were brought over to me and I got some kisses and a quick snuggle with each before they headed off to the NICU for assessment. Their apgars were 9 and 9 for each of them.
Baby A: Boy, 4'15ozs, 19 inches
Baby B girl, 4'15ozs, 16 inches
Baby C boy: 4'10ozs, 18 inches.
After that, I fell into this weird but wonderful dream state. Yeah, really. I swear I had the oddest and best c-section ever. I was just so calm and relaxed, I kept asking the anesthesiologist if he had given me something for sedation and he kept laughing and saying no (I had specifically said earlier that I denied all medications that would cause drowsiness or lightheadedness). At one point a nurse came over to talk to me and I was all blissed out and she looked at the Dr and said "Did you give her something?!?!" and he again had to say no. I dont know how to explain it, but whatever it was it felt awesome and I loved it. I was just laying there thinking about the babies and how I had done it! I fought for the pregnancy, and I fought through the pregnancy (mostly with myself and my emotions) and it was so. incredibly. hard. It was so, so hard, the hardest physical thing I have ever even tried. But I did it and I had grown three perfect babies and I carried them to 33 weeks, even when I thought I wouldn't be able to go another hour, even when the pain was so bad I couldnt do anything but cry. It was wonderful and awful, and it was over.
I couldn't have asked for anything to go differently, really. I was initially upset that I didnt get to my goal of 35 weeks, but then again I made it past the average triplet gestation and who knows what would have happened in those last 2 weeks anyway. It was a really great birth. :)
Good point re: congrats/announcments ratio. I've been a shameless lurker in other DDCs and have to admit that I love seeing the new threads pop up. :)
Kathryn is 4 weeks old today. . . she came home this past Wednesday on my and dh's 14th anniversary. We had IHOP for breakfast before getting to the hospital to pick her up, I can't think of a more perfect anniversary celebration than finally bringing our sweet girl home! She is doing great, she sleeps well and really doesn't cry or fuss much unless she's hungry. We took her to Mass for the first time tonight and she slept through the whole thing. Honestly, I'm getting tired of the "you'll be so tired, now," or "you'll never get any sleep now" comments we keep getting. I know I'm probably being oversensitive but if you've ever had to be discharged from the hospital and leave your baby there, they would know how much I'd give anything to have to get up four times in the night to take care of her! We're just happy to have her home. Dh and I have just been sitting around the house taking turns holding her all day, today we had to share with dd since she was out of school for the weekend. It's so nice to snuggle her all the time!
What a wonderful update Amysue! I'm so glad Kathryn is home and thriving! I really can't imagine what people are thinking to say those kind of things to someone who's baby is just getting out of the NICU. I would think that anyone with an ounce of compassion would realize any parent would rather get up a million times a night with their little one than have them spend even one night in the hospital. I don't think you're being oversensitive at all. I'd feel the same!
I hope your family time together is filled with blessings!