CONTINUED FROM Part 1: Our Birth Story
Getting prepped for the C-Section
I got some rest and fell asleep until 3-something PM. I would drift in and out of sleep. Gosh, that drug was amazing. I would wake up when a doctor would do an IE, then fall back to sleep. Around that time during an IE, the doctor was surprised to find out that I am fully dilated, but still in -1 station. I guess all I needed was to let my body relax so I could dilate! She also felt my bag of waters already bulging, but a few wiggles inside, my water broke naturally. My gosh it felt like a faucet was opened! They immediately changed my sheets after that. My OB-GYN said that we’ll wait an hour for my baby to descend some more. I said I wanted to stand up so I could help him. They laughed and then I realized I got an epidural so that was not possible. I asked for a few ice chips to suck on as I was very very thirsty. After that I fell back to sleep.
Waking up an hour later, Jacob was still in -1 position. My doctor then gathered her team and asked me to do some practice pushes. I did and she said he was still not going down. They moved me to the delivery room to see if it will get better there with the leg support thing. After a few pushes, she felt that he was moving out but then moving back as I relax. That’s when she decided to do a C-Section on me. READ MORE AFTER THE JUMP!
That was my worse nightmare. I didn’t want the operation mainly because I know I would heal very slowly and I would have a hard time taking care of him while recovering myself. I cried on the operating table while waiting for my husband to get inside the OR. Osc came in wearing a full scrub suit. I was scared, but we both knew that our baby would be here any minute now. That was around 6:10 OM. Last thing I remembered was asking my anesthesiologist if I would feel anything then she upped the meds that’s when I went to sleep. I’m sure I wasn’t meant to sleep but I did.
The next thing I know, Jacob was already on my chest crying his lungs out. I remember saying, “Oh my gosh baby, you’re so heavy!” Turns out he was heavier as expected according to my Biophysical Profile Scan. He measured at 21” 16/20 and weighed 8.3lbs. I wish I had given to him normally since he could have fitted down according to my doctor, but that was impossible. They found out that he had his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck once, and the rest of the cord was piled together around his head, getting squeezed as I try to push him out. I’m thankful for the good call for a C-Section that my doctor made. Had I still continued to push, he would’ve been in distress already and other worse things could have happened. He did have some meconium when he came out, but he didn’t swallow any of it.
We were given a few minutes of him just being on my bare chest. Just us three. They even took this beautiful picture of us. I wish I had make-up on! Haha. I wasn’t able to latch him on to try and breastfeed because I was so groggy. Because of my C-Section, I wasn’t able to breastfeed him during the first few hours of his life as well. I obviously was taken to the recovery room, and he was apparently taken to the nursery room where he was checked. Turns out, his blood sugar was really low. Mainly because he is a big baby. They told me that happens a lot with big babies after delivery. They had to put in an IV on him and give him water with little sugar as ‘food’ for the meantime.
When I woke up in the recovery room, I still wasn’t able to feel my legs because of the anesthesia. I wasn’t in any pain or anything. Just very light headed and feeling some cramps. I immediately asked the nurse where my baby was and she informed me of his situation. I got scared and really sad that he had to be given an IV in such a very, very, very young age. He still has the mark from the IV needle until he was about 2 months old. But I was still too ‘high’ to talk to whoever was taking care of him. The nurse said that he was given the water w/ sugar first until he could breastfeed. The hospital I gave birth in is very pro-Breastfeeding. They don’t allow formula or bottles to be given to babies. The mothers are pushed to keep on trying to breastfeed and are regularly checked on by the hospital’s lactation doctors.
I also developed a low grade fever while I was in the recovery room probably because the resident nurse kept on turning on and off the air conditioning and I was getting really hot. It was around past 1:00 in the morning when I was able to lift my legs up again. I was surprised to find out that I had a catheter on. I was opposed to getting one, but obviously, because of the operation I needed it. I kept on bugging the nurse too about the Pitocin (I think that was the name, it escapes me now.) that they are putting on my IV, it was giving me lots of cramps. They said I needed it to help my uterus contract back to its normal size. I knew breastfeeding does that naturally, so I would just have to wait until they finish the dosage given by the doctor.
When I got in the room, Oscar was in there waiting for me. I was so happy to see him. I haven’t seen him since the hour Jacob was born. He asked where Jacob was. We both wanted him to be there already in the room with me, even though I am still recovering. I felt more secure with him being next to me. But he called the nursery and the pediatrician on duty said that he still had an IV on and he was getting another blood test in the morning. So if that turns out great around tomorrow, he’ll be in our arms in no time.
Sponge bath given by Dad
Oscar was great throughout the whole recovery. Even up to now! We got to see Jacob around 10:30am on the 25th of May. He was all bundled up in the clothes and blanket that I had bought him myself. When they put him in my arms, I realized then that he was really heavy! Hey, I don’t lift weights at all so this little baby, just born yesterday and not even a day old, is heavy for me! Haha! I immediately tried to breastfeed him. He latched on instantly and seemed really hungry! He was fed that water and sugar using a little cup so having the breast must be better for him.
My Jacob all wrapped up.
Having him room-in with us was the best decision I made. Though it seemed unnecessary for some people, stating the fact that they believe the mother should be given a lot of time to rest and recover after the delivery, I felt that it was the best for us. Sure it was hard trying to sleep with a baby waking up every 1-2 hours needing to be fed, changed, and carried. But we loved every moment that he was awake with us, needing our care. He even slept on my arm for two nights because he would fall asleep after feeding and I really loved holding him, so I just kept him right there next to me. There were a few times that I would just watch him sleep. He looked like an angel!
The story doesn’t end there obviously. Even though I didn’t have the delivery I had wanted and prepared for, I am very happy that he’s here right now, healthy, meaty, and adorable! He was given the title of “The King of Cheesecake” because we believe that all that cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory that I ate during the last 2 weeks of my pregnancy really balloon-ed him up. Haha!
He’s my King of Cheesecake!
How about you Mommies, how did you give birth to your little one?
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