On May 23rd I went to the doctors office and my amniotic fluid was low, border line dangerous so she put me on bed rest as my husband and daughter were slated to go out of town Thursday thru Saturday for his sisters graduation. His family was gracious and said he didn't have to come, but it was important to all of us that they go, so on bed rest I went. To be honest I have no idea how women survive MONTHS on bedrest a few days drove me bonkers! They traveled to and from safely and had a wonderful time, and boy did I miss them, as this was the longest I had been away from my daughter EVER! It was really really hard and my husband was gracious enough to keep in touch so I wouldn't have a complete melt down!
Sunday was business as usual.....after church the baby seemed to not move quite as much as she had (both babies have been VERY active in womb), but I just kept going.....by evening I was pooped (I was pregnant so nothing new there), but I had noticed she still wasn't very active. Monday morning rolled around and she hadn't moved for two straight hours, so I called the doctor and she told me to get to the hospital and she was meeting me there......she has 16 month old triplets and a five month old all of whom were screaming in the background, so I felt TERRIBLE but followed her instructions. I called the usual suspects to watch K for me but was having no luck as it was still a bit early on Memorial Day, three phone calls later I got help and was on my way.
I arrived at the hospital to nurses asking me if I was Mrs. _____, because my doctor had been waiting for me. I was taking to triage and set up on monitors, in the meantime my doctor came and yelled at me for not calling sooner (she graciously yelled though). She informed me I would be having a Bio Physical Profile Sonogram done, and then we would go from there. On the monitor the baby seemed to have a good strong heart beat, but then I was set up to the Sonogram, after about 30 minutes the lady providing my sono, started looking concerned and informed me that she was going to find my doctor quickly (to which I started to panic). My doctor returned and looked at the screen, looked at me and said "you are having a C-Section in 30 minutes." It turns out our sweet baby basically had no fluid left at all. I lost it momentarily so she was gracious enough to call my husband and inform him to get to the hospital now or he may very well miss the birth of his child. It took about three minutes to calm down and then I went into surivival mode, picked up the cell phone and started making phone calls, all the while the nurses were having me sign papers, giving me an IV, the works.
I had to arrange for one neighbor to come get my car keys and pocketbook, get my bag and other goodies and bring them to me and our keys to my other neighbor who had our daughter, luckily her husband and daughter were minutes away and he is a doctor so he came and sat with me for a while, and talked me down off the edge, and assured me he would be in the operating room if my husband couldn't make it in time (what we would have done with L we hadn't thought that far). Plus I had to call and check in with my daughter who was still sleeping, and the neighbor that I assured I would be home quickly (famous last words). Needless to say my husband was busy at work trying to close everything up (thank you bosses for letting him close for the day) and going 95 in a 55 speed zone (thank you Lord for watching over him). Meanwhile I called a few family and friends (with what time I had), all the while J (neighbor and his daughter) were with me. My sweethusband made it in about 40-45 minutes, but he didn't miss anything because there was another emergency C-Section ahead of me so he didn't miss anything. He got to the hospital and there was a changing of the guards. The nurses kept telling him how organized and calm I was and that they normally don't see people in my situation that calm....he told them I was VERY O-C-D and would expect nothing less. Within minutes of his arrival we were whisked into the operating room, where the rest is history!
Another interesting fact is that while I was getting my spinal they had my husband in triage waiting and there was a lady who was in labor and dialated but her babies foot was sticking out so they were also preping her for a emergency C-section and they were wheeling her in immediately after me. All in all there were 8 emergency C-Sections on Memorial Day!
Thank you to everyone for your concerns and prayers we greatly appreciate them!