I’ve been so busy over the last 3 months with the newest addition to our family that I haven’t had time to sit down and write out Baby Fidget’s birth story. I’ve actually been attempting to write this post for weeks and never had any luck. lol It’s super long and filled with pictures. You’ve been warned! lol
So, the day of my scheduled c-section (Monday, May 17th) we got up as we always do, got Bug ready for school and I saw him off for the last time for the next 2 weeks. After dropping him off we came home and I had to shower with this antiseptic soap the hospital gave me. It’s the worst soap ever! It smells like that alcohol hand sanitizer…my whole body was coated! Ick! We arrived at the hospital at 10:30 on the dot and prepared to check in. I was escorted to a room, given one of the lovely gowns that leave your butt hangin’ out and left to our own devices in the room…let me tell ya, boredom quickly ensued. I was getting super silly…partly from being nervous about the upcoming surgery and partly because I was excited to finally be meeting the little being that’s been kicking me from the inside.
It was nearly 45 minutes before I saw the admitting woman who double checked my information from Friday’s meeting and got me officially admitted. Shortly after the nurse came in and got me set up with my IV. After a bad experience with the insertion of the IV during with Bug’s delivery I was pretty nervous about being stuck. I was stabbed 5 times before the nurse got the IV inserted in a spot that didn’t cause me massive pain. This time the nurse checked all my veins before deciding on a spot and she got it in first try and with little pain. That made me happy. 🙂
After the successful IV insertion, they hung bags of fluid to give me prior to the surgery. It was practically 11:30 by this point and I was scheduled to go into the OR at 12:30. They opened the IV up all the way to get as much of the fluid in as they could before going down to the room. I met with Deb, the anesthesiologist, who was super awesome and supportive. I told her about my bad experience with the epidural and about how grumpy the anesthesiologist was and it was confirmed by both the nurse, Kris, and Deb that it was probably someone named Paul, who apparently had a reputation for being grumpy and my experience sounded like something he would do…I kindly asked Deb if she would walked me through each step as she was putting in my spinal so I would have no surprises and she gladly obliged. 🙂
As my time to go into the OR drew nearer it became apparent that I would not be going in on time. The section that was scheduled for 8am got out of the gate at least 30 minutes late, which bumped the 9am section back. Toss in a couple emergency c-sections followed by an 11am section that was also late…I didn’t actually get into the OR until around 2:30. While I waited, I had the pleasure of listening to my nurse, Kris, and Deb the anesthesiologist argue about how much IV fluids I should have. Whenever Deb would open up my IV full bore and raise it up to get it all in, Kris would come back in and lower it and turn it down so as to not give me pulmonary edema. They seriously went back and forth for nearly an hour turning it up and down…It was both amusing and disconcerting.
Eventually, the OR was finally clear and clean. The nurses gave Darling Hubby his bunny suit and me my shower cap to put on. It was getting close!
So 2:30 rolled around and I geared up to walk down to the OR. Kris gave me some socks with grippies on the bottom so I didn’t slip and fall on my walk down the hall, and to keep my feet warm in the cold OR. Darling Hubby took my camera and waited in the hallway until they were ready. The OR was freezing and my little flimsy gown wasn’t cutting it. I was shivering uncontrollably and it wasn’t cause I was scared. I was actually feeling really good about the whole thing, despite the setbacks thus far.
To ward off the chill toasty warm blankets magically appeared and were wrapped around me. Someone slipped a blood pressure cuff on my arm and the only moment of sheer panic I experienced the before the surgery started was when that cuff started tightening and tightening and tightening and seemed like it would never stop. My hand started to go purple and I could feel it start tingling like it was falling asleep. Someone had me put my arm down and relax and it slowly started to release. I was thankful that never happened again…
The back of my gown was untied so Deb could get at my back to insert my spinal and, like she said she would, she walked me through the whole thing, warning me when she would be touching me and when she would stick me. It was a much better experience than last time. The medication took effect pretty quickly so Deb had me quickly lay down on the table and soon my legs were feeling warm and then numb. I started feeling people touching me, but felt no pain. The blue curtain was put up in front of me and someone brought Darling Hubby in to sit by my side while they started the surgery.
I’m not sure how long the surgery itself took. Before I knew it, the doctor told Darling Hubby that he could stand up and watch the baby be born. I’m actually surprised that he did. I felt a ton of pressure on my stomach and a slight pain in my chest (which Deb confirmed was normal) and I heard the baby start crying. Someone commented that he was peeing. The doctor cut the cord and it was a good thing she was wearing a full face mask because when the cord was severed, she was splattered with blood…it was even on the ceiling. lol
The baby was put in the warmer to pink up and get quickly checked out while the doctor went back to working on finishing up.
They put Fidget on the scale and he weighted in at 8lbs 5oz. He was 20 inches long and came into the world (peeing) at 2:52pm…only 2 hours later than he was supposed to be! lol He was tiny compared to Bug!
We had one more moment of concern when the doctor began asking for something called Methylene Blue. It seemed it wasn’t something that they stocked in the room so someone had to go find it and the doctor wanted it faster than it was brought. Turns out that while she was in there, she thought she spotted a hole in my bladder and rather than just sew me up and let it go, she pumped my bladder full of this blue dye to check for leaks. Thankfully, there were none. It was just a little nerve wracking to hear your doctor asking for something “stat” when she’s got you wide open on the table.
I was brought into recovery after everything was done. I think they kept me there longer than they normally would because I was having trouble with my blood pressure being too low. Every time they’d raise the head of the bed, I’d get dizzy…it was no fun. Darling Hubby got to spend a lot of time just holding Fidget, who was wide eyed and content just sucking on his fist. It was so sweet.
I was eventually OK enough to sit up and they brought me down the hall to my semi private (read: crowded) room. Since I was the first one in, I got the bed by the window and had the room to myself overnight, which was nice. Darling Hubby had to leave around 6 to go pick up Bug, who was spending time with his friend Little A. Since it was kinda late and Bug had school the next day, we decided to postpone the meeting of the brothers until after school the next day.
I had a pretty quiet night. The nurses brought Fidget in a couple times for a feeding and to get me up to walk around and use the bathroom. It was around midnight when I got up for the first time and it was bad. The pain wasn’t too terrible, it hurt, but was bearable. It was more the dizzy feeling and blackouts I started experiencing that bothered me. Honestly, it was pretty scary. Turns out, my blood sugar was rock bottom because I hadn’t had any solid food (only ice chips and the IV meds) in over 24 hours. I don’t think it would have been near as bad had my surgery not been delayed 2 hours. The nurses got me some cranberry juice and I almost instantly started to feel better. Thankfully, I was allowed to have breakfast in the morning (not the liquid diet I was stuck on for Bug’s birth) and the french toast and fresh fruit I had later in the morning tasted like it could have been from a 5 star restaurant! lol
I spent the next 3 days just hanging out with my new little man and fighting off the boredom of the hospital. Darling Hubby had to go to work for the week (there was really no point in him sitting in the hospital room when he could be doing something productive) and Bug had to go to school, so it was mostly just me and the nurses. Both my mom and my mother-in-law called at one point and my friend Barbara called a couple times. My friend Leana stopped by Monday night just as I was getting settled into my room and Shannon stopped by Tuesday night at the same time Darling Hubby brought Bug to meet his baby brother. Other than that, the only visitors during the day were the doctors and nurses.
The meeting of the brothers was kinda what I expected. Bug wasn’t completely sure of Fidget and was pretty wary of him. He was really cute when we gave him the big brother gift that Fidget gave him (the Imaginext Batmobile) and he kept telling Fidget, “Thank you.” He didn’t want to hold him at all and was pretty reluctant for me even to hold him near him. Of course, he really just wanted to watch my tv…and go home for dinner. lol Darling Hubby did manage to snap this picture of them together before heading home for the night.
On Wednesday it was better between them and Bug actually asked to hold him. I love this picture of the two of them. It’s almost like he’s thinking, “Babies are like platypus’, they don’t do much, you know.” (It’s from Phineas and Ferb…if you’ve never seen it, go check it out.)
I was sprung from the joint, a day early thanks to a slight fib, on Thursday and boy was I glad to get out of there, for 2 reasons. The first (and best reason) was that I was getting to meet my online blogging (and fellow crochet/knitting and cat lover) friend, Barbara, for the first time. The second reason was my roommate and I didn’t hit it off and I felt pretty alone in the room with her.
From the moment that my roommate arrived Tuesday afternoon, it was like I didn’t exist and I felt closed off. She hardly spoke to me and kept the pink dividing curtains around her bed closed so tight it was like she was trying to lock out the world. It didn’t help that her baby, Henry, and Fidget were on completely opposite schedules. When her baby was awake and crying, I was trying to sleep and when Fidget was awake and crying, she was trying to sleep. She always had visitors (and they were loud!) and they complained about everything. At one point, when she must have thought I was sleeping, I overheard her talking to someone on her cell phone about the fact that she had to share the room and she didn’t like being close to the door and that she only had one chair for guests and a small table and that doctors and nurses were always coming in and out and it was disturbing her. She referred to her curtained off area as the “pink prison,” but she did it to herself and I have no pity.
For me, it was tough being in the room with her and with my hormones being out of whack and the fact that I was alone and bored, I was already pretty emotional and, probably without even knowing it, she made me feel pretty low. I’m a pretty friendly person (well, I think so anyway) and I’d hoped that since we both had newborn boys and were both moms that we might just have something in common. The first day I gave her her privacy. I mean, she did just give birth and was bonding with her baby and I respected that, but by Wednesday I thought maybe we could get to know each other. I tried to start conversations when the curtains were open a tad. I commented on her son, how he was cute, had a ton of hair (he did!), tried to make light of our battle of the babies, tried to offer her the chairs that I had in my corner, even the rocking chair, for her and her company, but all I got were short answers and the distinct feeling that I was unwelcome in my own room. I was glad that I went down to the nurses station Thursday morning asking to be released before 1pm so we could pick up Bug from school. I was, thankfully, released by lunchtime…she was still sitting around waiting.
The best thing about getting out a day early on Thursday was that that night I was able to meet up with Barbara and her husband Michael who flew from Colorado to Boston for his work and made a detour to NY to see me and my family and to hand deliver the beautiful hand spun and hand knit baby blanket she made for Fidget. I’ll have pictures of it with Fidget later on. We use it all the time, so I’m sure it will show up many times. Barbara and Michael also hung around for our Thursday night DnD game and were able to experience my game groups’ wacky sense of humor (and their odd dislike of Laplanders…) and first edition Dungeons and Dragons.
I do have to say that Barbara and Michael are just so sweet and we have so much in common! They are great people to know and I’m glad that I commented on her blog post about a contest for naming foster kittens over a year ago!
So, there you have it. That’s how Fidget came into the world. In the past 3 months since he arrived I can’t imagine my life without him or Bug. Bug is such a good big brother and has been a great helper around the house. I don’t know what I’m going to do when he goes back to school! He starts Kindergarten in a few weeks! Fidget is such a happy baby. He smiles and talks a ton, loves tummy time, has a thing for kitties and sleeps pretty well. Hopefully now that I’m back on the blogging bandwagon I can stay on board and keep posting so I have a running record of everything about my 2 boys.