Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Our last day and the sad goodbye.

Early start with breakfast and lots of doctor visitors, one for me, one for Carter, one for my breasts since Carter lost more than 10% fat in the hospital... it was a busy day!

Carter's doctor came in and looked at him and said he looked great but that he lost about a pound while there. That was a surprise considering he stayed latched the whole time. It turns out he was getting more excersize sucking than he was eating. Believe it or not but their cure for his weightloss was to let him feed even more? How do I do that? Take him to the bathroom with me too? That was pretty much the only time he wasn't on there. Anyway, they wanted me to talk to the lacation consultant before I left, so we scheduled it right before check out.

Meanwhile, I got my midwife visit. I hadn't met this one before, she was nice and said everything looked okay, even tho my legs by now were so swollen, I didn't even recognize them. I swear my ankles looked like thighs and my feet looked like flesh colored slippers. It was scary to me, but the midwife said it was normal and would go down in a few days to weeks. I still had the rash covering my stomach and it was getting worse. She said it was just a sensitivity and it would go away too. She wrote me a perscription for pain meds and told me to make my 2 week appt. As soon as I get home. Oh, and she told me that I should really try the tub down the hall. Then she left.

I also saw an exit nurse, she went over all the paperwork with me and put together the packet and asked if id like her to start the bath because it would take about 10 mins to fill up. I told her to wait and start it at 10am.

I wanted to get everything ready to go first. After she left, I gave Carter to Robert and began cleaning up and packing, against orders ofcourse.
You aren't supposed to do that kind of stuff right after birth, especially when you can barely move but I knew it would take Robert a million years to do it and he'd forget things and not pack it right and it would just be more frustrating in the end. So, I did it! I packed up everything! All the extra disposible panties, all the paper mats, the cold pack pads, the diapers, the wipes, the nasal bulb and mouth bulb, everything. I wanted my stay at home to be exactly like the hospital. I even packed the 2 receiving blankets they had (thankgod for those, they were all that fit him and still use them 4 months later!) After I had everything all packed the nurse came in with another pack of diapers and wipes, I was smart. I didn't say a word about already packing a pack of them. I ended up using all the pampers from the hospital for myself as you will read in the recovery time.

I so did not want to leave the hospital. It was a perfect set up. All meals in bed, a nurse at my beck and call whenever I needed anything, a bathroom 2 steps from my bed, pain meds delivered to me, the best ice in the world, no laundry to do, no cleaning to do. It was a dream come true. All I had to focus on was feeding my son. Robert did all the changing in the hospital. What more could I ask for. I don't know why people are in such a rush to get out of the hospital. It truely is a vacation. I had the most wonderful nurses and CNAs a girl could ask for. For a few days I got to see what it was like to be royalty.

Time for the bath, as I walked down the hall towards the door, I was not amused. I thought I was going to walk into a regular deep narrow jetted tub. I walked through the door and much to my surprise!!!!!! It was a huge jetted tub that had steps going down into it! I was inlove! I wished I had gotten in that bath every day. I was so sad I didn't. It was amazing! There was litterally room for 2 or 3 people in there. I didn't want to get out. Lounged in it for about an hour and talked with Robert, who was sitting beside the bath with me. We took Carter to the nursery so that he could go with me, because I never do anything alone, I'm a baby like that. After I got out and as soon as we got to the room, I didn't even have time to change before the nurse was back with Carter, once again, he cried the whole time he was in the nursery and there were other babies trying to sleep. I got changed as quick as I could and went back to letting him feed again.

The Nursing Consultant came in while I was ofcourse feeding and when she saw how good of a latcher he was, she just told me to keep it up. There wasn't much else for her to say, he didn't need help at all but he was never satisfied it seemed. She left and now it was time for us to go. The dreaded hour! Robert went down and got the carseat and brought it up so that we could get him all buckled in and adjusted. The nurse got my wheel chair and helped carry our bags since I brought the house with us, lol.

All loaded up in the car and on our way back to reality.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

My incredible stay at Salem Hospital after the birth of my beautiful baby boy.

3:02 am Carter Lynlee made his debut in our world. After everyone left, we got to have our skin to skin and breastfeeding time before getting up to go to our recovery room. My little man was an absolute pro. He latched right on and went to town. My nurse brought me a snack pack to munch on (sandwich, jello and fruit cup) while I was nursing because she knew I just had to be starving after that super long labor. It was 13hrs of hard labor with 3hrs of pushing. After Carter was done nursing and I regained feeling everywhere from my epidural, it was time to pee. The nurse told me that if I couldn't pee that she would have to put a catheter back in because of something to do with labor and delivery causing the body to forget how to pee, not to mention one of my tears went through my urethra. I got up to go and I was a bit dizzy but I didn't tell the nurse because if I had I would have had to wait a bit longer before going to my recovery room and I was dying for some sleep. We finally made it up to the 4th floor and the nurse and Robert (husband) and I were talking about my labor and the nurse just starts laughing. I asked what she thought of to make her laugh and she said that my mom was just so funny and that she couldn't believe she wiped my face with a pit rag. All 3 of us were laughing at that point. she hadn't had a delivery as funny as mine before. We got to our room and met our other nurse for the day. She went over everything with us and she asked the magic question....

"Dad, would you like to come and do first bath and shots, so mom can get some sleep?" Music to my ears!!! At about 7am Robert, Carter and the nurse left to take care of all that stuff and I fell right to sleep. I got about an hour of sleep before my baby was back to eat again. Carter would not sleep in the bassinet thing and wanted to eat non-stop, so he stayed in my arms the rest of the day and I dosed off here and there sitting straight up. Robert knocked out and wouldn't wake up for anything! Since I had Carter in my arms and had severe swelling and pain from my tares I couldn't get up out of bed and I couldn't reach Robert, so when I needed him to wake up I had to find things to throw at him until he woke bcause no matter how loud I yelled he wouldn't wake up and his snoring drownded out my voice. Thankfully, the nurses came in every couple hours to bring me new water and more meds and really just whatever I needed.

So, everyone says that hospital food is the worst. They obviously haven't eaten at Salem Hospital. The have a restaraunt instead of a traditional cafeteria and omg! It is so good!! For breakfast the first day or every day actually I ordered scrambled eggs with cheese, hashbrowns with ketchup, sausage links and 2 milks. So yummy! The hospital gave Robert a $20 gift card for his food while we were there. Eating was a bit of a chore considering I had a baby who wasn't leaving my arms. I took a boppy with me but it became an extra pillow for me and I used the arm cushions from the couch bed and a pillow on top of each on the sides of me to lay Carter on in the football hold for feeding and I had a pillow across the front of my lap for cradling Carter. I ended up never using my boppy pillow. I don't like it. It is made for people with short torsos I think because Carter was nowhere near high enough laying on the boppy to nurse.

Lunch time rolls around on day one and Robert finally wakes and my parents come back to visit. I orded a french dip, fries, iced tea and a milk again. This time it was easy to eat! Carter was being passed around, so I finally got up to go pee. I was supposed to do so like 6 hours prior. And at this point I was also supposed to have gotten up to walk around and I hadn't. Walking and going pee was the worst! Every time I got up to go pee from here out I would call the nurse for a new ice diaper. Ice diapers are the best invention ever! I don't know how I would have made it with out them. It is a pampers diaper cut and filled with ice that you wear like a pad and if you have tares it numbs them and makes walking, sitting possible. My parents left right before dinner time and I ordered the same thing as lunch and ate what I could. My nurse came back in to take out my IV. I had one because I had spiked a fever durning delivery and I hemoraged and lost over 600ml of blood. My hemoglobin had dropped to a 7. So I needed iv antibiotics to ward off infection. From the fever, I broke out in a heat rash that cover my entire stomach. It was horrible. It itched so bad and at this point I didn't know it was heat rash but none of the doctors or nurses seemed to worry about it so I just stuck it out.

Bed time now, for everyone but me. It was our first night and by the way the day went, I knew I wasn't getting any sleep. Carter the entire day had gone back and forth from boob to boob and only slept when he was latched. So all night long a passed him from boob to boob as I tried to sleep but couldn't because I was so uncomfortable from sitting in the same position all day. At about 3am my nurse came by and asked me if I wanted her to take him from the nursery so that I could get some sleep. I felt really guilty about passing my baby off to someone else just so I could sleep so I told her to just bring him back in an hour. She did. And she said that he cried the whole time and they all had to just keep passing him around from nurse to nurse to hold because he wouldn't let them put him down. I told her I understood because he hadn't let me put him down yet except for the little bit that my parents were there to hold him. So, needless to say, back to the boob he went.

Everyone from the CNAs to room service to the nurses and doctors saw my boobs! I had absolutely no shame. Carter would unlatch for diaper changes and for me to go to the bathroom and that was about it.

Day 2. I had a really awsome nurse for my second day. She was older and wanted to make sure everything was good with me and Carter. We talked a lot! She was very personable. This day started off with my great breakfast again and a new ice diaper. The doctor came in to see me on this day and it was the horrid midwife. I didn't want to see her. This was my recovery time, she was a set back. She told me that I should go take a sitz bath in the bath down the hall since my room only had a shower. I didn't want to because I figured it was just a jetted tub that I would have to try to sit down into and get back up, so, I opted out. My nurse came back by to tell me about the exit class that we needed to take before checking out. We signed up for the 5pm class. Meanwhile my friends Sharon and Steph came to visit us. That was a fun visit. After they left we had to get ready to go to our exit class.

This was my first time changing clothes since giving birth. I slowly got into the little sun dress type thing I had brought and finally put a bra on for the first time there, what was the point, carter was latched the whole time. But since I was going to be around men that weren't docs or nurses, I figured i'd do the nice thing strap them down. We got out the room door with like a minute to spare but this was my first time walking further than the bathroom door, so it took me like 5 minutes to walk down the hall. We got into the class and I see plastic chairs!

Do you know what plastic chairs mean to a woman with 4 tares in her who-ha? Pain! I had to sit on the side of my thigh and switch back and forth from side to side. All the other women looked so comfortable. Robert held Carter in his lap but kept dosing off. It was so embarrassing. I had the only baby that cried and the only snoring husband that I had to keep nudging to wake up so he wouldn't drop carter. I couldn't wait for the class to be over. The cool thing was tho that we got diaper bags and stuff after the class. I still use that diaper bag. I never bought another one.

We walked around for a little bit before returning to our room where we ordered dinner and I got back into bed and lost the bra again because Carter went back to his resting spot aswell. I finally ordered desert with my dinner. I hadn't yet because I figured I was no longer pregnant and needed to start eating less sweets. Ha, I was so wrong. That was the time I should have spent eating whatever I wanted, it was the last time I was going to restaraunt food served to me in bed for 3 meals plus snacks a day. Next time, I'm going to spend all day eating, just like Carter. My parents came in for a little bit to visit again and give me a little break. Ofcourse they figured I really needed it considering I was at the point where I was falling asleep in mid sentance and even when I was texting or talking on my phone. They all told me that I would be sitting talking away and suddenly my jaw would drop and eyes would close for like a minute and then id wake up talking again. While my parents were there id get like ten minute naps before Carter was ready to eat again. He was so fussy when he wasn't latched, we even got desparate and tried to give him a paci but it didn't work, he didn't want it. Anyway, it was bed time again for everyone but me.

Finish up our last day and the sad goodbye next..

Friday, December 3, 2010

Time to push and meet my little T-Rex!

It was just after midnight and all through the house, not a cre- oh wait wrong story....

It was just after midnight and it was time to start the big time pushing. We rolled me to my back and scooted me up a bit. Then my midwife pulled up the stirups and placed my black feet in them! This was when we noticed I forgot to wash my feet and I had been wearing flip flops that turn your feet black. My mom was so embarrassed. I really didn't care. Its not like they smelled, they were just black from the shoes. I apologized to my midwife anyway for putting dirty feet in her face. She didn't care.

So the feet stir ups, not comfortable. I think I had like 3 pushes using those. My contractions were really painful and the position I was in wasn't helping. She pulled up these other holders that hold your legs at the calves and those were amazing. Just that little change made all the difference in the world. My contractions were bareable, I could push and it was comforting to do so.

Things seemed to be going great. However, I had not only the catheter from they epidural now I had a small one that went in for monitoring my contractions better because I couldn't push with that band around my waist and she attatched the heart monitor to my baby's head, so that I didn't have to wear that band too. So, I was way more comfortable but now I looked like some test project, lol. My mom, my dad and robert took turns helping with the pushing. It was so hot in that room by this point. I was sweating like a pig! By 2 am I was asking for sips of water between every contraction. I had about a minute between pushing and it was strange that I was able to carry on a full conversation about I don't remember but I know it was something good because I can remember laughing a lot.

My mom decided that she needed to get a wet towel and dab me with it because of how over heated I was. That made me even more hot and mad. So now I'm trying to push and dodge this wet towel and carry on talking all at the same time. My mom was going on about something at the same time she was wiping my arms and then my underarms and then with the same towel, my face!! I didn't have deodorant on and so I got a face full of smelly armpit. My mom didn't even realize she did it because she was jabbering on about something and here I lay defenseless as she keeps going over my face and I'm trying to tell her that it stinks. She and everyone else finally heard me and it became the joke of the night! Everyone laughed so hard that couldn't help but laugh too but then I was forced to lay with smelly pit face for the rest of my labor.

The mood is light and my eyes were focused on the contraction monitor. I was amazed that my contractions were now going off the charts and yet I could handle them better than the half mass ones I had been having before I started pushing. It was crazy. Anyway, I kept pushing and pushing. I could see his head in the mirror and that became my focal point when I wasn't watching the contractions.

Finally after about 3 hours of pushing, my son's heart rate was hiting up over 200. He was starting to get tired. We needed to discuss options for getting him out quick and safe. My midwife said we could either use forceps or go for an emergency c-section. At this point, I didn't care either way. I prefered forceps but when it comes down to it, I wanted whatever was going to get him out safely. The doctor on staff that night specialized in forceps and so we decided one more push and if he came down far enough for the forceps we were going that route, if not we were going c-section. The nurse called for the doctor and called nicu for all the nicu nurses to come aswell.

When I was 5 cm, my mw broke my water and there was meconium in the water (he'd gone to the bathroom) this meant that when he came out we didn't want him to breath right away. They needed to suction everything out of him before. This was the reason for all the nurses. Plus, there was one to push on my stomach if needed to help get baby out.

Everyone was there and the doctor was srubbing in and my midwife told me to push my hardest. I did! I pushed like my baby's life depended on it. Amazingly, he came right down to wear he needed to be for the forceps. I was so happy and relieved. My mw and the doc switched places, my mom pulled up a seat right beside the doc and my husband stood at my head, my dad next to my mom and I had 2 nurses on one side, one nurse on a step stool on the other side, one by the baby station and one by the doctor. The doctor put a bucket on the floor between her legs which was something I didn't remember happening with my sisters pregnancy, so, I paid close attention to what that was for.

Everyone was set and ready to go. 1,2,3 puuuussssshhhhh! I feel him come out and I hear this blood curdling scream come from my mom. I litterally thought I died on the table and was having some out of body thing for about a second and a half and then she started crying and saying she was sorry, there was just so much blood and she'd never seen childbirth before. Next thing I know, its just me and the doc and everyone is over with my baby. I was trying to listen for him but I knew it'd be a minute because they were suctioning him. I finally heard him cry. Everyone was talking about how big he is and I've yet to see him. One nurse came over to be with me while the doctor was stiching me up. I had torn in 4 places! One inside down the back, one outside down the back and two outside up the front. I also had metal burn from the forceps. I remember telling the nurse over and over again, "It burns, It burns." She kept telling me, "I know, that's what happens with forceps. I'm sorry"

Everyone got to hold and take pictures with my Little Baby Carter LynLee before he finally got to come to me. Once I got him, nurses were taking pics of us, my mw was taking pics and my parents. I was just happy to finally have him in my arms. We haddent weighed him yet because everyone wanted to be there for the weigh in and all the nurses and doctors had to go out for a quick meeting and were coming back for the weigh in. They were taking bets! It was funny. Everyone came back and my lil man weighed in at 9lb 11 and 1/2oz! And 21in long with a 39cm head! I can't remember which nurse won but she was right on the money.

My wonderful sleepless stay in the most amazing birthing center in the world is coming next!