Kennedy Tristian. 4 pounds and 15 ounces, born at 36 weeks and 5 days.
Yesterday morning, I noticed Kennedy wasn't moving very much. A kick or a turn here, but nothing convincing. My doctor had asked me to do kick counts, 5 in an hour. I was supposed to go in this morning at 9 to be monitored. Kennedy was measuring small and my uterus was 3 weeks behind, so my doctor was going to monitor me closely and wait until I was 38 weeks to take the baby early. He planned on scheduling a c-section since the baby was frank breech.
Because he had stopped moving as much, I went up to L&D. The receptionist was new and acted like he was seriously confused when I said I did kick counts. They took me back to observe the baby's heartrate. After 2 hours, they wanted to do an ultrasound just to make sure everything was fine. She did the ultrasound and before I knew it she was talking about a lack of fluid. Not a half hour later, the nurse came in and informed me I was to have an emergency c-section within the next 4 hours. Needless to say, I was shocked, unprepared, overwhelmed, excited, everything...
It didn't take long and I was back on the operating table. I had a spinal done (which I'm still feeling like my legs are gone...) and just about had a heart attack while on the table. It was the scariest and most nerve-racking 45 minutes of my life. Seeing my boy was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced and I'm so very, very glad and lucky to be laying in a hospital bed...with a bassinette full of wonderful, beautiful baby boy parked next to me.
The pain of the c-section is pretty brutal, though. I had a shower this morning which was heavenly. I'm not enjoying all of this bleeding and these giant clots that are coming out. Or the fact that every time I move, cough, reach over..It feels like my uterus is being stabbed. But it wasn't as bad as I pysched myself up for.
He looks just like his daddy and he's got a bald head on top, but curls in the back!