*This is completely TRUE, swear--not making it up...pretty wild story
(sorry for the novel sized post)
Okay....so if anyone's been keeping track--i haven't been on BG in a looong time. Let me explain.
My fiance's mother was hell bent on us having some sort of "wedding" before the baby came. (we had originally planned on getting married after baby, sometime next year). This is all and well...however she gave about a three week notice until she came to visit from India. So...i had been driving myself insane planning a small wedding (in three weeks). It was just family--but everything turned out wonderful. I couldn't have asked for a nicer wedding.
After everyone went home (i was 34 wks) my new hubby and i were getting ready for bed, and i felt something was really wrong (with the baby). I started getting period cramps....but they would come and go. It was intense enough for me to know they were real, and i wasn't imagining them. They were scary more than anything just because I had no clue what was going on, but i decided to ignore it and go to bed anyway.
The next day...things were getting progressively worse. With a house full of company...i called my dr. thinking it would be nothing. I was ordered to go to the ER immediately. I left a house full of guests and went to the hospital, where it was confirmed, I was in labor.
They monitored my contractions (which felt like the WORST case of period cramps i had ever experienced....not what I had expected). and gave me about 1974327 shots of meds (steroids in case the baby decided to come early, terbutaline to stop labor, IVs to keep hydrated, you know). Finally, the next day i was sent home on strict bed rest.
The bed rest lasted all but one day. The morning of the second day, i woke up to a murder scene in my toilet. I was bleeding like it was no body's business. Back to the hospital I went. I stayed from 7 am until about noon...The dr put in an ambulance order to take me to a "better equipped hospital" in case anything happened. At this point, it was just a precaution.
Once I was at the hospital, with unfamiliar dr's they informed me I was back in labor, but they were not going to give me meds to stop, rather they were going to wait and "monitor" the situation. So there i layed, in bed, contracting roughly every 5 minutes. I was not allowed to walk around, I had to beg that they not cathetarize me...that i would take minimal bathroom trips (i ended up having to pee every three minutes. I would unhook myself from all the machinery, go pee, hook everything back up, and have to go again).
So there I was. In bed. Contracting. In tears.
FOR TWO DAYS.
it sucked. I didn't sleep. i didn't eat, all i did was pee and listen to the nurses talk about how people were in and out of the labor and delivery ward while I was still there. All while trying not to die from the pain of the contractions.
It got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I HAD to have something. the pain was so bad i couldn't breathe. They gave me an epi, and I swear that it was the best thing ever made. My only regret was not getting an epi two days prior. Shortly after, my water broke, or i peed myself, I couldn't really tell (it ended up being my water). The rest was really a blur, the drs all came in, nurses from the NICU, etc etc (there were lots of residents in the room taking notes. something i had always wanted to do....lay spread eagle on a bed, with med students scribbling on paper. great. but there was no time to complain about it.) Everything happened so quickly from there on out.
Three and a half hours into the third day, Max made his way into the world!
he weighed 4 lbs 11 oz. and was 17 1/4 in long. He's perfect in every way, and I am so blessed to have him in my life. He's a happy, healthy little boy, and I couldn't be happier.
Thanks for letting me share!