JenRose9/24: Jonah's Birth Story
Tuesday, December 04, 2007 7:32 PM
was put on bed rest at the end of week 33 of my pregnancy. Other than morning
sickness from weeks 8 – 12, I’d had a great pregnancy experience up to that
point. During week 32 I was on my feet for two days straight running a
conference for work after which I was in a fender bender auto accident."
The Beginning of Bed Rest
things finally settled down I began to swell all over. My blood pressure had
been moving higher and higher throughout my pregnancy, so the edema gave me two
of the three risk factors of preeclampsia. The doctor ordered some tests, and
sure enough, my protein levels were up as well, so off to bed I went.
twice-a-week appointments were my only link to the outside world. My friends
would come by to entertain me with tales that the whole world had gone crazy
while I was stuck on the couch. My husband was great too. He would come home
from a 12-hour day at work, and before he could even say hello I was giving him
cleaning orders. That was the worst part of the bed rest experience - nesting
Is this labor?
the middle of the night on November 9th I woke up with chills, a fever, and
contractions, all of which were gone by the time we reached Labor and Delivery
Triage. They sent me home after seeing no real pattern to my contractions. Off
to work went my sleepy husband and off to my regular ob appointment for me.
They decided that in light of the preeclampsia and my new crazy symptoms and
since I was full term and already three centimeters dilated they would induce
that evening. I was so excited that I
would meet my new little boy soon.
started calling the hospital at 6:00 p.m. to see if they had a bed for me. They
did not. They didn't have a bed at 7:30 and they didn't have a bed at 9:00, but
they told me to come on up anyway, so I did. I had called everyone earlier
while we were waiting for a spot, but told them not to come up to the hospital
until there was some real action. My mom and little sister were there before I
even got my IV, so they spent a very uncomfortable night in the waiting room
while my husband had a very restful sleep in a chair. I slept off and on
because even with the pitocin my contractions weren't that bad. The next
morning my best friend and my other sister arrived.
7:00 a.m. they decided to break my water to get things moving along. What an
experience! It was like someone took a warm water balloon and threw it at my
midsection. That’s when the contractions really started coming. My plan was to
go as long as possible without an epidural, but when I realized how much longer
it would be until the baby arrived, I went ahead and got it. The worst part of
the epidural was that everyone had to leave the room. I was really scared by
myself, but luckily it went quick and didn't hurt that much.
was good after the epidural. I was still three centimeters at noon, and more
friends were coming on their lunch breaks to check my progress. This made me
feel like I should really hurry up and have this baby! Around 2:00 p.m. I had
jumped to almost eight centimeters, which was great that was about the time
that my dad arrived. By around 4:00 that afternoon I was in some pain. It was
almost like with every contraction the baby was "running from the
light." You could see him scootching up in my upper abdomen with every
contraction. My new best friend, Anesthesiologist Number Two, came in and gave
me a booster shot for my epidural. This made it much better.
Every Mother's Worry
around this point I spiked a fever so they started me on antibiotics and said
that they would have to keep an eye on the baby and probably give him
antibiotics as well. This was the first time they mentioned that scary place
that no one wants their newborn to go - the NICU. They also prepared me that
there would be a few more people in the room "just in case."
wasn't long after that when they checked me and said that I was at 10 cm but
they were going to let the baby drop down a little more and then we would start
to push. This is when the fear set in. Throughout my entire pregnancy this is
what I was dreading - being in the stirrups and pushing. If at any point they
would have offered a c-section, I think I would have taken it. But since that
wasn't an option, up into the stirrups I went.
pushed for about 25 minutes, and just when I was worn out and so hungry I
thought I would pass out, out came Jonah Xavier. He was a very pink little
baby, probably due to the fact that he was born with a 103 temp. Basically I
was boiling my child in my body. His lungs were fine, and he started crying as
they cleaned him up. He weighed 7 pounds, 8 ounces and was just adorable. I
sent my husband with Jonah to the NICU while they patched me up. I had a slight
tear that required some stitches, but nothing too bad.
proud daddy did get to pass by the waiting room to show off our little guy to
our friends and family in route to the NICU. He got to feed him his first
bottle since we wouldn't try breastfeeding until the morning. After they
finally got me settled into a room and I finally got some soup and something to
drink. I got to get my first real look at the baby around 11:00 that night. He
wasn't keeping his temperature up, so he would have to spend the night in the
incubator. The next morning after we were all rested Jonah was able to come to
our room and we were able to start breastfeeding. He was a champ at it. By his
two-week appointment he was up to 8 pounds, 8 ounces after dropping down to 7
pounds a couple of days after he was born.
Now That We're Home
has been the perfect addition to our family. He has Josh's features and my
bright blue eyes and light hair. He loves to cuddle and we love to snuggle him.
Thanks for reading my birth story. It was an amazing experience.
to Jonah Xavier, born November 10, 2006
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