Will you give your account of Jay's birth? And how did you choose his name?
Wow I don't know how to start! Jay was "due" on Dec 23rd, my Dr was scheduled to be out of town for Christmas (for 2 weeks) I had never met his back up Dr and was pretty anxious about this baby coming and worried about a different Dr. Dr said that the baby was big (as LEAST 8 lbs) and it was evident that I was swollen, let's just schedule an induction for Dec 13th. I agreed, although I was worried and the Dr said, well if you decide not to do it than don't show up, no one is forcing you to, he assured me that I was a good candidate for induction and that it wouldn't increase the risk of C Section in me (right). So I spent the night before the induction crying, wondering if I was doing the right thing. I wrote a letter to the baby and prayed and cried some more. We got up the next morning and lugged my stuff to the hospital, 40 mins away. I was informed, once there, that we were supposed to have called ("didn't your Dr tell you that?") and they didn't have a bed, but they were gonna monitor me for a few minutes and see what was going on with the baby. The monitor showed I was in pre labor and they sent me to go walk, take a bath and a nap. After lunch, a walk, a bath, a nap, and more crying later they called back. 7pm we went in, started pitocin, 12 pm they gave me something to help me sleep, 1am, put me on oxygen because the medicine made me "forget" to breath. The next day they had to turn off the pitocin because my baseline was so high I was having a constant contraction. They eventually started it back again VERY slowly. 2pm, they broke my water and I got an epidural about 3. I never dialated. I was at a 3 when they broke my water, I got to a 5 and then back to a 4. At 8 pm they started talking C Section. I begged for more time, they gave me an hr. The Dr called me and I cried to him on the phone. He said if it hasn't happened it's not going to but I'll give you an hr. An hr later the Dr walked in and handed me the papers. They moved me to another bed, gave me the "shot" of chalk that's supposed to make you not throw up. I said bye to my mom and dad with tears rolling down my face and they took me to the operating room. I started throwing up immediately. They kept giving me more medicine. Jay was born at 10:12 PM on December 14, 2005. They showed him to me and then knocked me out. I was having a panic attack. What I remember from there on out is only from the video tape.
Now Jay is 2 1/2 years old and still nursing (he was given a bottle when I was still asleep, against my wishes,and wouldn't latch on for 9 days) He is not vaccinated, and very healthy, besides his asthma, which I sometimes wonder if it is due to the C Section and not getting to clear his lungs correctly. I am now a great VBAC candidate. I have had to do a lot of healing from my C Section, and I cried when I wrote this but I feel stronger now. I am more informed. I am wiser. And I am an advocate for C Section awareness, VBACs, and lactation.
Jay's name is actually, Terry James Jr. He was named after his daddy. I thought Jay was cute and it completely fits him!