After I went
into labor and delivered Jordan nearly a month early, I was kind of expecting
to have subsequent children early. I wouldn’t have minded it either since being
pregnant during the hot Florida summer was pretty miserable.
I started
having contractions around week 30. I had been having Braxton-Hicks
contractions for a while, but these were more intense and reminiscent of labor
contractions. They would come at any time of day or night and could be
triggered by bending a certain way or for no reason at all. I mentioned this to
my doctor at a checkup and he said it was alright as long as there weren’t more
than 10 a day. Luckily I hadn’t had more than 10, but I did have a few
occasions where the contractions were very intense and I was afraid my water
would break. Once I was 32 weeks, my contractions had reached nearly 10 a day
and were quite painful and also coming about every 2 hours. My doctor and I
were afraid I was going into labor and decided the best thing for me and the baby
was bed rest. I didn’t have to lay in bed 24 hours a day or anything, but
basically I needed to limit my activities and take it easy.
I’m very
grateful that Chip was able to work from home and care for Jordan during the
next few weeks. Since Chip is a full-time student at the local University of
Florida campus he could do almost all of his work and studying from home. It
was a tremendous help having him there. Between that, and me taking it easy, my
contractions started to decrease. It was mentally exhausting though not knowing
when I would go into labor. Every time I had a contraction I’d wondered if this
was the one that would break my water and cause me to deliver the baby. Luckily
weeks began to pass and I still hadn’t gone into labor. Once I hit 36 weeks I
felt confident the baby would be ok if he was born.
Week 36 came
and went and then I was 37 weeks – a first for me! At my 37 week checkup the
doctor did an ultrasound and noticed that the baby was in the Frank breech
position. The baby’s head was in my rib cage and his feet up by his head.
Normally babies get into the head down position by mid-pregnancy, but for some
reason he hadn’t. The baby still had time to turn, but the bigger he got the
less likely he’d be to turn. If the baby didn’t turn head down I’d have to have
a C-section to deliver him, something I hadn’t really thought much about but wasn’t
keen on.
I had a few
options to try to get the baby to turn. The doctor could perform an External
Cephalic Version (ECV) at the hospital and try to manually turn the baby by
pressing on my stomach and trying to rotate the baby into a head down position.
It only had a 58% success rate, and from the YouTube videos I watched about
them it looked barbaric and painful. Also, the ECV had to be performed at the
hospital because there are some potential risks to the baby and it could cause
my water to break which would lead to an immediate emergency C-section. Another
option was to see a chiropractor who could perform the Webster Technique. The
chiropractor adjusts your hips and sacrum to try to open them up to create
space for the baby to turn. The Webster Technique is safe for the baby and
there is no risk to the mother either.
I opted for
the Webster Technique and saw a local chiropractor 4 times for adjustments. I
had never been to a chiropractor before, but was willing to give it a try since
I really didn’t want a C-section. The first time I went it was amazing! The
baby didn’t turn, but my back and hip pain was all but gone! It was such a
great feeling to not hear awful popping noises every time I bent down or moved
my legs. It also helped me sleep better since I could get more comfortable. So
for that it was worth every penny!
At my 38
week checkup the baby was still breech and my doctor wanted to schedule a
C-section for the following week. Unfortunately no doctor in this area will
deliver a breech baby due to insurance liability issues and safety concerns for
the mother and baby, so a C-section was my only option. So August 6 was going
to be the day we met our son. I was apprehensive about having surgery since
I’ve never had surgery before, but I was ready to have this baby.
August 6
arrived and Chip and I got to the hospital at 5 am. I didn’t sleep that much
the night before because I was pretty nervous and also excited to meet our son.
Once we got to the hospital we were taken upstairs to Labor and Delivery. We
went into the Pre-Op room where I got my hospital gown on and had to fill out a
bunch of paper work. Then the nurse started my IV of fluids and antibiotics.
Then I had to drink this tiny bottle of disgusting tasting liquid that was to
neutralize my stomach acid in case I vomited. It tasted like bubble solution
mixed with vinegar! At about 6 am my OB/GYN came in to say hi. The minute I saw
him I started crying. I told him I was scared and didn’t want the C-section but
knew it was what had to happen. He calmed me down and told me it would be fine.
A short
while later I walked into the operating room. Chip had to wait outside while
they started my anesthesia. It was so white and sterile in there and everyone
was wearing surgical masks and scrubs. I immediately became a nervous shaking
wreck. The anesthesiologist started my spinal and I started to cry. My OB/GYN
came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders and told me it was going to
be ok and that it would be the most textbook, boring C-section he had ever
done. That helped me calm down a little. Once the spinal was done they had me
lay down on the operating table. I started to freak out because I knew surgery
was about to begin and I could still feel everything. My legs felt heavy, but I
could still feel them. I told the anesthesiologist that they shouldn’t start
yet because I still had feeing and he said I’d feel pressure, but not pain. Then
they put me on oxygen, hooked me up to a heart rate monitor, and put cuffs on
my legs from my knees to my ankles that were to prevent blood clots. Then they
put up a blue sheet. I really started to get nervous and then Chip sat down
beside me wearing his scrubs and mask. All that was visible were his eyes. The
anesthesiologist leaned over and said that the surgery had begun. I started
sobbing.
I told Chip
to talk to me to distract me from thinking about how I was being cut open and
our child was going to be pulled out of me. He did his best, but I was a lost
cause. There are a lot of things about a C-section no one told me about, so
some things caught me off guard. Once the doctor made his incision into my
abdomen it got really hard for me to breathe. It felt like I had a lead weight
on my chest. I told the anesthesiologist and he said that was normal and would
go away shortly – in an hour. Not helpful! Apparently there is a pressure
difference between your chest cavity and the outside world and when you are cut
open your chest feels really heavy like that.
I also
wasn’t prepared for how odd and weird it would be to feel our son pulled out of
my body. Someone behind the blue sheet was pushing on my stomach where the
baby’s head was trying to move him down. Then I felt his head move down my
stomach and then be pulled out of my abdomen. It was very odd and sort of
unsettling. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable either.
Then I heard
the doctor say it was a boy and then I heard our son cry. I was still crying at
that point, but at least now it turned to happy tears. He was behind the blue
sheet so I couldn’t see him. I wanted to see the little guy who I was going
through all of this for. First they had to clean him up. Chip got to cut the
umbilical cord, something he didn’t get to do with Jordan. (Jordan’s umbilical
cord was cut by the doctor because it was wrapped around her neck.) Finally
they brought him over to me, but it was hard to get a good look at him since
the way they were holding him made him upside down to me. Then they took him
off to the nursery for some tests and to be weighed. I had to be sewn back up.
While they
were sewing me up I started to feel nauseous and had a weird taste in my mouth.
The anesthesiologist put some anti-nausea medicine in my IV. Then he had me
sniff what I think was a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol. Not really sure
why I had to do that. I started to feel better after that. He said the weird
taste was the nasty stuff I drank earlier coming back up – eww!
Then Chip
went off to be with the baby and the doctor finished sewing and gluing me back
together. Once he was done they removed the heart monitor and blood pressure
cuff from my arm and rolled me onto a gurney. I felt like a numb beached whale.
Lovely, but at least it was over and I made it through. Then I was wheeled into
the Post-Op room.
A few
minutes later Chip came in and said that the baby was 7lbs 13oz and 21” long. I
couldn’t believe he was that big. Just 3 days earlier the ultrasound estimated
he weighed 7lbs 2 oz. I thought ultrasounds usually overestimated, I guess not!
I felt ok
after surgery, probably since I was numb from the waist down. The nurse in
Post-Op gave me some pain meds in my IV that made me feel extremely tired. I
felt like I could barely keep my eyes open. Then a nurse came in with the baby.
I finally got a good look at my little boy and got to hold him, something I didn’t
get to do for over 5 hours after Jordan was born. It was so nice to get to hold
my little boy on the outside and not feel his little head burrowed into my rib
cage anymore. We then called our families to share the good news and to reveal
our son’s name – Ian John. Chip and I like to keep the name of our baby to
ourselves until they are born. People always want to know details about your
pregnancy, even strangers. This is a way for us to have something special for
just the two of us to know.
About 30 minutes
later the nurse came back to take Ian to get a bath. I was wheeled to a
recovery room. I’d spend the next 24 hours in bed with the cuffs on my legs automatically
inflating and deflating every 30 seconds or so and hooked up to a catheter.
Two hours later
my parents came with Jordan to meet baby Ian. I was pretty out of it when they
got there. My mother said I looked extremely pale. Apparently I didn’t look too
good as Jordan was scared of me when she saw me. I guess I looked as good as I
felt.
Once the
meds from surgery wore off and I could feel my legs again, I started to feel
how sore I was from surgery. The nurse gave me more of the same pain meds that
made me very tired. Eventually I asked to be given something else as that
medicine made me feel pretty bad.
The next day
the cuffs came off and the nurse wanted me to get up and walk a bit. It was
very hard to stand up. It seemed hard to stand up straight. I don’t know if I actually
was pulling my incision or if I was just extremely nervous to do so. A short
while later I took a shower. I felt so weak standing in the shower. As I was
showering I started having pretty intense pain in my shoulders. I figured I was
sore from being so tense from the day before so I made the shower water hotter
thinking that would help loosen my muscles. That was a bad decision. I learned
later from the nurse that the hot water makes your blood pressure drop. I
became very light headed and had to sit down on the bench in the shower before
I passed out. I shut off the water and called for Chip to come help me. When he
came in he found me trembling from being cold and white as a sheet sitting on
the bench in the shower. He grabbed some towels and wrapped me up and got me
out of there. The nurse came by a few minutes later and said the pain I was
feeling was trapped gas pain from yesterday’s surgery. The air that got into my
chest cavity when they cut me open was trying to work its way out. It is
painful! They can give you gas medicine to help with the discomfort, but
walking around is what is supposed to work the best. After another day of
walking and some medicine, the trapped gas pains started to get better. Then we
were released from the hospital.
Even though
I found the C-section to be an unpleasant experience, I am truly grateful that
our little boy was able to be safely brought into this world and most of all
was healthy!








