Ok so where was I?
Awww yes, so it was time to push and my response was no. How in world was I going to push through this excruciating pain and why do people prefer to do this un-medicated?
Wait, let me rephrase that, "I SALUTE you women that have gone through childbirth without medication." 1 of my superhero's would be my mother that did this 7 freaking times.
I had to do it by default, only due to the medication wearing off and no one listening to me. This is another letter that should be sent to that damn labor ward. I am still angry about it. At one point I really thought my body was against me & that I was going to for sure die because this was more pain than anyone could bare. My husband tried to have me center my thoughts, breathe that Lamaze crap and calm down but that lasted all of a second and then I was back to screaming like a lunatic.
My husband said I used a lot of colorful language he has never heard me use ever before and I cannot remember saying any of it. The pain was so bad I would have literally given away all our countries secrets if I had them. There were a sea of faces around encouraging me to push and I remember one little petite nurse that rolled up a towel and told me when I push to pull against it to help. God bless her I am not sure it helped, what I think really helped was my husband telling me come on baby her heart rate is plummeting. I looked up at that monitor and my baby's heart went from 153 now down to 63 and I pushed with all of my might and then a cone head baby appeared with no sound.
I remember asking what's wrong with my baby, the nurse and doctor did not respond. As I watch them clean her up, I still felt the doctor trying to pull stuff out and I was back to screaming and asking why does this damn hurt why not give me pain killers, it was at this moment I saw a nurse inject something in my IV and the doctor saying " You didn't give that to her before?" and I dozed off knowing that I would never, ever recommend giving birth at this hospital to anyone.
I was in and out of it. I remember seeing hubby holding her and I said "whose baby is that" and fell asleep only to be woken up by the nurses to stand up and get changed. Wait what? Let me move along from the labor part because I hated that side and the people, now post partum was great and I loved ALL the nurses.
Ok so I got cleaned up and was being wheeled to my room. I was not in extreme pain but hubby looked so tired. He was holding my leg and encouraging me to push and even got firm with me when I said no.
The post partum room was lovely, complete with a Queen bed for mom and dad to sleep. It was around 4 am in the morning and I was still loopy and don't even remember asking about the baby. I woke up around 6ish and the bassinet was at the foot of my bed and there she was with bright beautiful eyes staring directly at me sleeping. I thought wow, that is my baby, she is mine. I got my phone and recorded her for a minute, took her out and put her to my breast and just bonded quietly and alone for a little while. As I laid her down I felt a wave of nausea and then things took a turn for the worse.
I threw up, and threw up, and threw up and it kept happening. I rang the nurse and they called the doctor. They never stopped the IV but assumed I would have been ok since I hadn't had anything to eat in days. It went on all day ( this was Tuesday) and all through the night, by Wednesday I felt slightly better and asked hubby to help me get up to take a shower and while in there I starting throwing up again and this time blood. We both were too worried that I couldn't stop than to worry about the contents so hubby called in the doctor.
What should have been a time bonding with my baby turned into hours & days of throwing up and seeing just about every specialist in the hospital.....
Part III to follow to wrap this up.
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