bamamomma wrote:Your Name/Screenname: bamamomma
Baby's Name: Brooke Lynn
Date of Birth: December 25
Original Due Date: Feb 26
Weeks Pregnant: 31
Baby's Weight: 2lb 9oz
Baby's Height: 15 3/4
My birth story started days before I actually had Brooke. On Saturday Dec. 22 I woke and was sick, throwing up and just felt crappy. I went on to work and then to my mom's that night for Christmas with my family since I was suppose to be working late every day up to Christmas including Christmas day. Came home that night and felt better, cleaned up and did laundry and then went to bed. Now, the funny/bad part is that DF had gone to the hunting club that weekend. Sunday morning the 23rd I wake up and any time I try and move my back starts killing me and I was getting pains on the upper part of my stomach to the right side. I got a little scared thinking I might be going into labor so I called my mom. We determined that wasn't the issue since it didn't continue when I was laying down but she thought I needed to go to L&D. So she decides she's coming to get me and I call into work. I decided that I was gonna get a shower before going up there (very thankful I did). Once there, at first the nurse and us as well figure I probably have a kidney infection. However, once they took my first BP reading EVERYTHING changed. They drew blood and then the on call Dr came in and told me I was being admitted but didn't know for how long. By that evening my blood work wasn't getting any better and DF (who got a hysterical phone call from me to go home get a shower and come to L&D because I was being admitted) and I were told I would be having the baby soon. Monday rolls around and I'm still no better, I'm on complete bedrest and have been on magneseum. I'm to be delivered the next day, Christmas day. They start me on Pitocin but every contraction I would panic and my BP would be high. After 8hrs and a long chat with my favorite nurse who got the Dr. for me we decided it would be best to just stop the pitocin and I would be having a C-Section that next morning. The next day I was prepped and my family gathered around to help us welcome our little Brooke into the world. The NICU nurse had tried to prepare me and David for how things would go. My mom went into the O.R. with me because David didn't think he could handle being in there but waited just outside the door so he could go with Brooke to the NICU. At 8:34am my baby girl entered the world and cried. All I really remember is trying not to cry and saying over and over again, "Cry baby girl, cry, cry, cry" She was doing well enough that they were able to clean her up and swaddle her and let me see her. I just kept staring at her in amazement and trying to memorize every little feature because I didn't know when I would get to see her again. Luckily they got me in a wheel chair because I was still stuck in the bed until the next day on the meds for my BP and let me go see her that evening. All I could do was cry and poor David didn't know what to do. The first few times I went to see her all I could do was cry. I've dealt with guilt and I've worried. I'm slowly getting better and I don't cry anymore when I go see her. It's still hard, especially when I see other moms in there holding their babies but I at least get to touch her. She's doing fantastic! Breathing on her own, no more jaundice and they upped her feedings today as well from 3cc every 3 hrs to now it's 5cc. I'm so in love with my daughter (wow that sounds weird) that everything I went through last week doesn't even matter.
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