The Night Before...
I thought it would be good to let everyone know how all this started.
This was my bump the night before.
Ben and I went out to Salt Lake to hang out with friends Friday night November 21st. We had gotten home at 2:30 am after a late night movie. During the movie Blakelyn was kicking and being her normal sassy self. Once we had got home and fallen asleep I woke up at 4:30 am to go to the bathroom. Sat on the toiley and once I thought I was done peeing I noticed it wasn't stopping... I thought humm weird. Well 15 minutes had passed and I could finally get off and back to bed. In bed every time I would move I would "pee" myself. I was thinking ugh this is so annoying I hope this isn't one of the joys to being pregnant. So that night I battled getting in and out of bed running to the toilet.
Saturday I called my mom telling her what had happened that night. She said it sounds like frequent urination. I looked it up and it is something very common with pregnancy. As the day goes on I could tell something was off. Blakelyn wasn't kicking me like normal. I had tried Orange juice, Ice Cream, pushing at her all the things that normally work. Nope nothing. I then started to panic thinking.. what is wrong, is she dead? Then I felt guilty thinking those things. I decided to call the PA on call at my doctors office and see what she says to do. She tells me it sounds like you have a UTI and that I should go to an Urgent care and test my pee. Oh great I bet nothing is wrong and here goes a chunk of change, I bet everything will be fine. The PA at urgent care said it looks like my white blood cell count is high which means an infection or UTI along with all my other symptoms. After that I all I wanted to do was hear her heart beat and feel better about her in there. But nope they didn't have the equipment to hear fetuses heart beats. I did get to feel her kick one time waiting for the doctor to come in after all day of worrying and not feeling her kick or move. After our visit there he gave me antibiotics and sent us on our way.
Sunday rolls around. I peed myself off and on all night and day. I felt her kick a few times but nothing like what she normally would do in the past. I had people telling me she is probably stressed because I had a UTI and I was stressing myself.
Monday then comes around I still could tell things weren't right. I called my doctor office and tell then what happened over the weekend. We had an appointment Tuesday so the just bumped it up to Monday. I pick up Ben from work like we do for a normal appointments and check in. We get in the room and the PA comes in. We tell her whats been going on. She says ok.. well lets check baby and check whats been going on. FINALLY..... we hear her heart beat, she sounds like a healthy baby and measured exactly to date. She then goes in to check my (you know what) I tell her "just so you know I peed all over the bed" She pulls up the sheet and says... UMMMMM that is a lot of fluid, I am not sure if that is urine. My heart drops. She goes to get the fluid kit to check what kind of fluid it is. It wasn't urine it was amniotic. Well the worst thing happened.. My water had broke. I start thinking... how could that happen I am only 25 weeks pregnant, I have been milking this crap out and not doing anything I shouldn't be, what did I do wrong.... so on. Ben and I both burst into tears. Why us, how we going to get through this one. The doctor on call in the office comes into the room to let us know whats going to happen. He goes on to tell us, if we end up delivering now our baby will probably be special, I am going to have to be on bed rest at the hospital till I do deliver but we can deliver at 25 weeks. He checks us into labor and delivery at Logan and sends us on our way. I get rolled over to labor and deliver at Logan regional and they say we are going to be life flighted to ogden regional or the U. They are level 3 NICUs that takes our insurance. After telling our parents whats going on and crying more then I have in my whole life we get an ambulance ride to Ogden Regional and check in at 6:30pm.
The nurses and doctor tell me women stay pregnant for weeks with their water broken. So I was going to be on bed rest for as long as I could keep her in me. hahah that didn't work out for us.
Both of our families made it there and we were talking about life and what our lives were going to be like over the next few months. While talking I could tell something was up. I started getting more contractions. The nurse said they weren't long or close enough to be labor contractions and to breath through them. was just my body thinking it was time for a baby and we needed to trick my body into thinking we are not having a baby yet. Our families leave around 1:00 am thinking all was well and they would be back in the morning.
The doctor gives me some pain meds so I can sleep. They worked for about 30 minutes. I paged them in pain asking for more. The nurse said I just has some a little ago and to wait and she can give me some more. I waited in pain and finally she comes in at 1:45ish and gives me more.
The next thing I remember is it was 2:31am and my back hurt so bad. My contractions were less then a minute apart and getting stronger and closer together. I finally woke Ben up and told him something wasn't right. I swear I could feel her head starting to come out. I then page the nurse yelling, cussing and swearing in pain. They all come running in and say it's time.... They throw Ben his outfit to put on and start running me down the hall. I remember feeling her head coming and yell ''I can feel her coming" they tell me to not push, wait. All I wanted was Ben by me and I couldn't see him. He was behind us trying to put the outfit on and run down the hall. We make it in to the OR and the fun began. They get me over to the table and next thing I know Ben is saying... "oh no, I don't feel so good. I think I am going to throw up.... oh no I am going to pass out." The nurses bring him a chair and orange juice. His color starts to come back and then it was time to push. I got half way through the push and stop. The pain was unlike anything in my life. The doctor and nurse tell me keep going she is almost out. I give it one last push and out she was. All I wanted was to see her and know she was real. I get one glance and off she went to the NICU.
My placenta was super infected so the doctor had to go in and scrape it off my uterus wall. That was almost worse then giving natural birth. Once that was all done I could finally tell the pain meds were kicking in. We leave the OR and my mom was out in the hall outside the doors. I remember crying and telling her all drugged up I had my baby. Like she didn't already know. hahahah
After all that we find out I had a bad infection which caused my water to break. It was nothing I did wrong or could have prevented. No rhyme or reason to why it happened. It was a relief knowing I didn't personally do anything wrong.
"Keep your head up high, God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers."
