Hospital pictures have come a long way.
Four days ago, January 28th, we welcomed baby Angleos to our family. As I sit here in peace a few hours away from going home with our newest edition, I have a moment to reflect on these past few days before being thrown into the chaos of two under two as soon as I open that door. I wanted to take a moment to at least jot something down in regards to Angelos’ birth story, while its still fresh.
At my last doctors appoint (36 weeks) my doctor had made mention of the fact that a c section might be a good option for me, and for me to think about it and let her know the following week. ( You can read more about why in my 36 week update). After about a day, Bobby and I had pretty much decided that the C-Section was the route we were going to take and I was constantly writing down questions related to c-sections in my phone for my following appointment. As long as none of the answers didn’t COMPLETELY freak me out, we would schedule a c-section for around 39 Weeks. The next few days I was super nervous that I would go into labor before my next appointment, and not have all of my questions answered before making my decision.
Well as my luck would have it on Saturday at 2:20 AM, half way through my 36th week I woke up to my water breaking. I jumped out of bed, ran to call my doctor and woke Bobby up. There really is no going back once your water breaks, and I was aware of that fact. I talked to my doctor and told her that we had decided on a c-section but I was scared and still had questions. She told me I had a little bit of time to make up my mind and to let her know once I was admitted what I wanted to do.
We arrived at 3:00 AM to Mission Hospital where I was 3 cm dilated and my contractions had begun to kick in. (Exactly like Romy’s delivery). I let them know that I would be having a c-section, and they were able to once again give me medication to stop my contractions. I decided to go with the c-section simply because I knew the trauma of having an emergency one might be a little too much for me, and I wanted to start my time with Angelos in the most calm environment as possible. I was supposed to go straight into the operating room, but there were two emergencies that got pushed ahead of me. Since I was able to stop contractions and was comfortable, I was moved to the back of the line.
At 8:30 AM I made my way to the O.R. I was surprisingly more calm than I expected. Given that our situation wasn’t rushed or urgent, I felt like everyone really took the time to explain everything that was about to happen and make me feel comfortable. Bobby had to step out side while they prepped me and gave me my spinal. The spinal was pretty crazy. I didn’t realize it was just an injection and not something that stayed in your back like an IV or epidural. I hunched over, just like the epidural and leaned on my doctor while the anesthesiologist did the injection. Within seconds your toes start getting warm and the sensation makes its way up your body. Literally in five minutes you are completely numb. I was so afraid of feeling anything, even just the pressure of them cutting into me made me want to vomit, but she had begun the surgery and I didn’t even know it. I couldn’t feel a thing. As the baby is about to come out there was a strange sensation of a ton of weight pushing down on your chest, I felt like I could not breath. Thankfully they warned me about that so I didn’t panic but it was definitely the worst part for me.
At 8:59 AM about five minutes into the surgery beginning Angelos was held up into the air for me to see. He cried the softest cry and was taken for a quick evaluation with daddy to be sure everything looked good. I was so anxious to have him in my arms and really get a good look at him. Five or ten minutes later he was brought over to do skin to skin while they finished closing everything up. My first thoughts as I saw him were ‘Oh my god, he’s so tiny!’ and ‘He looks like Romy’. My heart automatically grew in that moment, and I knew the love for him was as great as the love I have for Romy. It was such a crazy thing.
The next 24 hours was calm and smooth. All this little guy wants to do is sleep, a far cry from when Romy was first born. The recovery has had its moments, but not nearly as bad as I had thought it up to be in my mind. But we can save all that fun stuff for another post.
FYI- My doctor informed me that I would have ended up in an emergency c-section, because when she pulled him out he was completely tangled in the cord. It wrapped around his neck and arms and body. I felt a lot better about my decision when I heard that.
How I’m doing:
It’s one step forward, two steps back this pregnancy. After an eventful week things took a turn and it’s back to bed. On Thursday I began bleeding, much more than I have in the past.The bleeding continued through out the day and an ultrasound was performed to be sure it wasn’t effecting me or the baby. After it finally subsided I was sent home on complete bedrest.
At today’s appointment my doctor basically told me that I should be considering a c section, because she isn’t sure how my placenta will handle a vaginal delivery. I have a small tear (that I have had since 6 weeks, and has caused the majority of my issues this pregnancy.) If it were to get worse or detach during delivery I would be sent directly into an emergency c section. So there is a possibility I would be in labor for hours just to have a c section.
With words being thrown around like ‘bleeding out’ and ‘life threatening’, I am definitely leaning toward a c section, even though I have always been terrified to have one. My doctor did say it was 100% my decision and she would be comfortable doing it either way I wanted. I am thankful I am not being pressured one way or the other, but the thought of a super traumatic delivery is pushing me to the way of the c section. I’m feeling like a super controlled environment will make me feel the most comfortable.
If you have had a c section I’d love to hear about your experience.
How He’s Doing:
Thankfully all of this bleeding has not negatively effected the baby. In the mist of everything going on at the hospital his vitals were always perfect, which is all I can ask for. He’s measuring around 5 lbs 11 ounces, but I don’t know how much I really trust ultrasounds for weight.
How She’s Doing:
Romy’ still running the show around here as usual. We will see how that works out once baby arrives! She seems happy to have her daddy spending so much time with her. Unfortunately she developed an ear infection while we were gone at the hospital so we are all a little under the weather around here. Speaking of weather the rain California has been getting right now is pretty insane. I guess it’s the perfect weather for staying in bed all day!
When asked by friends and family about whether or not I wanted a sprinkle for this baby my first thought was no. It seemed silly for me to expect gifts from people when I just had a huge shower two years ago and got more than I could have asked for. As it became apparent that bed rest was going to be the overall theme of this pregnancy it became even less feasible in my mind.
After months in bed or on some sort of modified bedrest two of my girl friends decided to plan a girls night in at my house with a handful of my close friends. Everyone came in comfy clothes, we watched a movie, ate junk food, had martinis and margaritas (them not me) and hung out. It was just what I needed- a fun girls night, which hasn’t happened in FOREVER and a nice way to celebrate the coming arrival of my baby boy.
I’m so blessed to have such great friends in my life and so many people to share life’s greatest moments with.
How I’m doing:
It’s been a crazy last few weeks, with some highs and lows. Week 34 was an anxious one. I started stressing about baby being in the right position, not feeling prepared and the fear set in about having to do this whole giving birth thing again. This resulted in high blood pressure at my 34 Week appointment. I had to have my blood tested yet again to make sure it was nothing more than nerves and stress, which sure enough it was.
Week 35 turned things around. My besties planned a girls night in to celebrate baby Angelos with a handful of my close friends. They all brought gifts, we watched a movie and had lots of yummy food. I’ll post more details later, but it helped really get me excited about meeting our newest edition. The last few days have been spent nesting like crazy. Trying to make up for all the lost time laying in bed. We are pretty much in the safe zone now, so it’s go go go until go time.
How he’s doing:
Before my 34 Week appointment I was starting to worry about his position, I really don’t want a c section. I felt much better after my appointment when my doctor literally used her fingers on my belly and wiggled him head down. It was pretty crazy. He wasn’t far off, and with a little help he slipped right into place. Hopefully next week he will still be head down.
How she’s doing:
Oh Romy! Week 34 resulted in her first legit time out, and boy was that interesting! She is so strong willed, I’m really going to have my work cut out for me. Terrible twos is almost here, just in time for a newborn!
We had highs these last two weeks as well. She went to Disneyland with daddy and had a ridiculous amount of fun. And her newest thing? Calling me Mom!