I realize that Sean already wrote about the delivery, but I would like to write my site of the story as well, as we both experienced it different and it helps me to deal with the emotions by writing it down.
So a week and a half ago (July 1st) we had a, what I thought, routine 41 week checkup at the gyno. I did write about this visit on the blog, little did I know that 3 hours later I got a call from the hospital to tell me that I had to get admitted right away. The next morning they would induce labor because I was showing signs of pre-eclampsia... whow that felt weird we were going to have a baby within the next 2 days.
So Wednesday morning they started with a prostaglandine gel that made my water brake pretty fast. Unfortunately the contractions wouldn't start so I got an oxytosin IV to help with that. Well, that helped, within no time my contractions were strong, painful and I could not control them with breathing because I didn't get enough time in between them to recover. After 6 hours I was only 1 cm dilated (you need 10), exhausted and the gyno said I needed an epidural otherwise I would never make it till 10 cm. So I went up to the OR for an epidural and that gave a lot of relieve. I almost proposed to the anesthesiologist, he was my new best friend, and I went back to the ward like a new person. By night time I was 4 cm dilated, but the epidural only worked on one side of my body. All during the night I was awake dealing with the contractions and by the morning I was exhausted and still only at 4 cm. This is when they decided on a C. Section as there wasn't any hope for natural birth any time soon and they were sure I would never have enough energy left to push. Besides that Jill's head wouldn't drop which was also a sign something wasn't right. At 6 am I was in the OR, but the first epidural for the C. Section didn't work. So another one was placed (nr 3 by now) and by then I had a lot of painkillers in my body so the epidural also went up to my chest. I felt like I was choking, couldn't speak, my eyes were closed and somewhere in the back I heard we had a baby girl. This was the most scary feeling I ever had in my life, I could only concentrate on thinking "they do this all the time, I am in good hands, nothing will happen", instead of getting excited about Jill's birth.
After some recovery time in the OR I got to go back to the ward where I met Jill. They did show her to me in the OR, but I can't really remember that. Unfortunately my time with her was short, because I started to feel horrible. My BP was 160/105, I had a terrible headache and in no time I was hooked up to all kinds of IV's, monitors etc. They took some more blood for lab values, and it turned out my liver and kidneys were starting to fail.
The next 2 days are kind of a blur for me. This was of course caused by the HELLP syndrome but also by the medication. I tried to nurse Jill as much as I could, but at times I just was just to weak and exhausted that she got some formula instead. I felt super guilty, Sean had to do all the diaper changes, give her a bath, and the one thing I could contribute to (the feeding) also wouldn't really work.
On Saturday my BP was under control and blood values were starting to get better so I got unhooked from 3 of the 4 IV's and was allowed to get out of bed for a shower. That felt great! In the days after this I slowly got better, I had two episodes were my BP went up again, but luckily my blood values kept getting better so I didn't have to get back on the IV but got oral blood pressure lowering medication instead.
By Monday I started to get a little annoyed by all the different opinions on breast feeding etc.. since I saw so many different nurses during my stay. They were all very helpful, but some made me feel bad for giving Jill some formula on the side at times. I just didn't provide enough, my body was still working on other things than producing milk. And as I wrote before I already felt guilty enough that one of the few things I could do myself wasn't working to well either. I got mad at my body at times, because it really didn't seem to get this whole delivery, getting a baby thing.... But the fact that I got annoyed meant I started to feel better and was actually looking forward to going home.
By Wednesday I was stable and recovered enough to go home. That was a great feeling, also a little scary because there is no bell to ring close by. But once we got home it just felt right. We are now making our own decisions for Jill and so far it all seems to work out just fine. We are tired, but you are supposed to be with a new baby, and we are amazed by how much this little person can keep you occupied, but we are a happy little family.
