They hooked me up to a heart monitor, a fetal heart monitor, and a contraction monitor. They kept an eye on me for an hour. At the end of the hour they believed as I did, that it was simply pelvic pain that was hitting me all at once instead of gradually. After I assured them I wasn't feeling any pressure in my pelvis they sent me home with two Tylenol and an extra strength benadryl to help knock me out. When I got home I went right to sleep.
I woke up around 9 on Thursday and the pain was back. I decided to rest for a bit more and hope for the best. As hubby gets paid on Thursdays those are our errand days. He woke up at noon and started to get dressed. He asked if I was going with him (as I normally do) but I told him no as I was in more pain than before. He said OK and got me a pain pill and made me a sandwich. I took two bites and screamed. The pain rolled over me and I couldn't handle it anymore. Neither could hubby as he immediately got me dressed and rushed me back to the hospital.
Upon my arrival (after being signed in) I was rushed to labor and delivery and hooked back up to the monitors. Hubby wasn't allowed in the room at first as they ask personal questions first when you're alone. I couldn't even answer the questions as I screamed more and more. They checked my cervix and confirmed that I was fully dilated and baby was coming right now. I was in a state of shock as I was only 30 weeks 5 days. I started crying for hubby as I was NOT going to push without him there. I couldn't live with myself if he missed the birth of his son.
They assured me he was already being sent for. Just a few seconds later he walked into the room and rushed to my side. He held my hand and just before another wave of pain hit me the doctor said "on the next contraction you need to push". As the pain hit me I pushed with all I had, hubby "cheering" me on the whole way (after everything was done he told me that he still had no idea what was going on until he heard the doctor say "push"). 10 minutes of pushing and our son entered the world.
I immediately started asking if he was OK, if he was breathing, if he was alive. They all (including hubby) stated that he looked just fine besides being small. They took him off to the side to clean him up and I told hubby to get pictures. They took care of me and baby quickly and efficiently. I got to hold my little one for only a minute or two.
He was put into the NICU and hubby went with him as I finally answered the questions I was too unfocused to answer before. When my doctor came to talk to me, I was told that he would be in there for at least 4 weeks. Afterwards, he would be moved to the nursery and worst case scenario he wouldn't be discharged until his actual due date.
When I was left alone, I called my parents and told them what happened. They rushed to see me and baby. I stayed in the hospital for two nights and was discharged on Saturday around 2:30. Every day I visited my son in the NICU. I went back today to see him as well and will be going back tomorrow and every day that I can until he's finally home where he belongs.
I'm recovering just fine. I didn't need any stitches and I'm actually not in any pain so I'm not on any medication. Now, I'm just hoping the next month (or more) fly by.
First picture with mommy. 3.3 lbs 15.5 in long.
Dee in the NICU on his first day. Oxygen, feeding tube, and IV helping to get him strong.
Holding daddy's finger today. He's off the oxygen, his IV is out, he's eating 24ml each feeding (every 2.5-3 hours), feeding tube was moved from his mouth to his nose, and he's under the UV light to help prevent jaundice.
)o( Jena
