For those of you who haven't been physically in my life over the past week we have had a fun ride.
Last Tuesday night... March 1st... I started not to feel well. I threw up twice between 6 and 6:30 pm and tried to lay down but felt like crap. So at 7:30 I called the hospital and the nurse said it might be anxiety so to come in and they would do a non-stress test. Polar Bear was in TO working and had the car, so I called a friend to drive me. We got to the hospital at 8:30 and they hooked me up to monitors. I was starting to have serious tummy tightening, but not real contractions.... They did a bunch of test and said that I was starting labour. This resulted in the doctors calling other hospitals and deciding to transfer me to Brampton because it was bigger and has a level 2 NICU (I am only 33 weeks). We call my husband and he hurry's to Fergus where we currently are, arriving around 11:15-11:30. At 12:00 the ambulance arrives to transfer me. At 1:00 we arrive at Brampton Civic hospital, and 1:20am my husband shows up :).
So we are now in Brampton Civic... From 1:30am to 7:00 am we have slowly strengthening contractions until at 7:00am the doctor checks me before the shift change. At this point I am only 3.7cm.... So she seems unconcerned, figuring we had a long time. (although we warned her how quick our labour was last time). By 8:00am I was having full on contractions, they were long and hard and painful, and I was having a hard time concentrating on anything. The Nurses (who had just started their shifts) started calling the doctor... first one, then the other... both getting mad at whoever they were talking to. By 8:15-8:20 the new doctor came in and took one look at me saying that they need to move me, and checked with a quick ultrasound to see that her head was down. At 8:30 I walked to the delivery room while having contractions, they checked me and I was 5cm. At 8:45 they suggested getting an epidural being they contractions were so hard. They checked and I was now 7cm. They quickly sat me up, gave me an epidural (I had my water break while getting the epidural) they laid me down and got me to roll onto my back. At this point I started pushing. They doctor still had not arrived so the nurse got me to push a little. The rest of my water broke, and she saw a little meconium so she told me to just push. She stopped me briefly 'cause the cord was wrapped around her head, then I pushed again and she was out... it is now 9:10. They wisk her to the side and I can here her crying, my husband takes pictures. Then she's off to the NICU. 9:12 the Doctor walks in, I deliver the placenta LOL. So although it says which doctor delivered her she was ACTUALLY delivered by the nurse!
My daughter is a healthy little girl, with a full head of hair, and lots of facial expressions.
On Monday we were moved from Brampton Civic Hospital to Guelph General. This is awesome being it's so much closer to home!!!
Now everything is good, and the itching is mostly gone. But I think I've been having anxiety attacks. I have a hard time leaving her, every time I do I break down. My husband is ecstatic and bouncing off the walls. I'm happy but I feel like I should be happier. I should be smiling and bouncing like him. Instead I'm happy but reserved. I blame some of it on sleep deprivation and a lot on anxiety. I think I will get better when we finally come home. I know some part of me is preparing for something bad to happen, like I can't let myself get too excited because I still don't believe that everything is as good as it is. I'm waiting for the floor to drop out from under me.
So I will keep you posted on home coming time, and the constant battle with anxiety and depression. (I so did not want to be in a NICU again!!!!) Hopefully we'll be home soon!!
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