Monday July 23rd- I have a regular OB visit with my midwife where I tell her what my peri had said, and express to her how nervous I am about going into labor and maybe we can move up my scheduled c-section date. She explains to me that I am still so early ( according to her records I am 35w 3 days) and that my OB isn't going to bump up my section date. We are having this convo while she checks me and to be honest it never even dawned on me to ask her what kind of progress I had. I was just so focused on speaking to my OB since he would be preforming the section. She tells me to come in tomorrow night (Tuesday) and talk to the Dr. She mentioned that while they were monitoring me I had a few contractions. Again I didn't think much of it. I went home and told Frank about the visit and went on with my day. That night was pretty rough, I was up several times with contractions but nothing consistent so I didn't think much of it.
Tuesday July 24- I woke up gave myself my lovenox injection at 7:30 am and when I got out of bed I felt a huge clump in my underwear, when I went to the bathroom I was under the impression that I was losing my mucus plug. I was so excited because I never experienced this with Frankie or Ava. Gianna's whole pregnancy was completely different, in fact she was head down in position for a few weeks and they always remained transverse. My mom came over and I told her I want to take the kids to the pool. She said I was nuts because it was so hot out but I insisted. Before we left I changed my underwear again because there were damp again. Before we headed to the pool we drove by my new house to see the progress they were making and then headed to target for a few things. While we were there my underwear felt damp again so my mom bought me a package of new ones. ( I was still clueless!) We ran into Frankie's nursery school teacher who asked how I was feeling and said I "looked done and ready" ( I heard that a few times this day!), after Target we headed to the pool to eat some lunch first. While there a few people told me how I was such a trooper for coming out in the heat and again how "done I looked" but also how beautifully I carried (all belly!). I ate a huge roast beef sandwich at 12:30 for lunch (remember this time) and then we headed down to the pool. I lasted there till about 2:00 when I told my mom it was time to go, I felt horrible, we headed out and stopped at the store on the way home where I picked up a package of hamburgers for dinner. The kids fell asleep in the car and my mom brought them up for naps for me. She told me to call her later and let her know what time to come back to watch the kids so I could go to the Dr (they had told me to call at 4 for an appointment). I intended to go up and shower but I was having contractions and just felt terrible so I laid down in bed instead, but first I changed my underwear again. At 4:15 I called the dr and they said to come in for 4, so I called mom told her to come over and I hopped in the shower and got ready. I got to the Dr at 5 but he wasn't in yet. He didn't get there till about 6:15 ish. I was miserable!!! and starving, so I ate a few pretzels I had in my bag at about 5:30ish. Another girl in the waiting room said, you really look uncomfortable, you should tell them, so I did. They told me to go leave urine and then they would hook me up to the monitor. When I went to leave urine my underwear was SOAKED, luckily I had that package my mom bought earlier at target still in my bag ( Yes, a huge 7 pair pack of granny Hanes, lol) and I changed. I then went and got strapped up, and yes I was indeed contracting. When my Dr walked in I was in the middle of having a really bad one, he goes "oh no Jilly, I don't like that face, what's going on here, are we having a baby in the office", He looked at the paper and said yea this isn't good, we are stopping the lovenox today and getting you on heparin because this baby wants to come sooner rather then later. As I'm starting to talk to him about being able to get a spinal I get another contraction (holy mother of God it hurt!!). He then asks me if I having pressure and if I think my water broke, and I'm all like oh yea tons of pressure but no water, just a lot of discharge. When he gets down to examine me, he asks if I'm sure my water hasn't broke. LOL I think I confused him so much that he has the nurse practitioner come in and they check me, and both say , umm Jilly, your water is broke, what time did this start? I was shocked when I told them 7:30 this morning they both looked nervous, I had failed the test they do that requires you to get antibotics when your water breaks and you go into labor. I was 2cm dilated but 100% efaced. They told me to walk across the street to the hospital right away and get to L&D, I was having a baby!!! OMG I freaked, I called Frank and he was like, wait, what??? we were so unprepared. It's now almost 7 and thank god he's a;ready on the bus on his way home. I then called my mom who was also shocked!!! She had my dad come overright away to watch the kids and got my bags ready for Frank to bring to hospital, but I told her to come with Frank, I wanted my mom there when I gave birth (not in the room, but in the hospital!!, and with me before I went into the OR). I sat in L&D triage for a bit, but got a room really quickly, by this time the nurse had to give me towels to walk on because I was gushing water everywhere!!! Frank and my mom got there really fast and were with me, thank god! I was a hot mess, the contractions were every 3 minutes and painful. The Dr told me they aiming to get me into thr OR at 11PM , they were waiting because I ate. My Dr told me that since I had taken lovenox I would have to be knocked out and since I was so early the baby would go to the special care unit. I was ok with this at this point, I just wanted her to get here safely. During this time though my blood pressure got really high and I started throwing up, it was terrible. The anesthesiologist came in and told me not to worry he was confident I could get a spinal and be awake. My OB didn't seem thrilled by he said it would be fine. At about 9:45 my OB said we cant wait, her blood pressure is high and she progressing to quick, I need to get into the OR. So by a little after 10 I was wheeled in and got my spinal. I was freezing and shaking and so scared. I told the anestesiologist how with Ava I had started to feel, I wanted to make sure he gave me enough. By OB waited a few and started poking me asking me what I felt, and I felt him pinching me. He WAS NOT happy and said he'd give me a few more minutes then wanted me out, but a few minutes went by and I didn't feel anything so on with the section they went. It started off ok, but I was still so shakey. But then it started!! I felt them and it hurt!! I was crying and then my blood pressure started going up and down and everyone was talking very serious all of a sudden. The anesthesiologist explained to be that because I had a bicornuate uterus the baby was up higher then they though, higer then where my spinal went and thats why I was feeling. That I had to hang in there and be strong just until they got her out and then he would give me more medicine to make everything feel better. It was the scariest moments of my life , I thought I was dying, all I kept thinking about was how when I left my house that afternoon, Frankie and Ava were napping and I didn't kiss them goodbye (never again!), I was afriad in that moment that I would never see my babies again ( yes thats how much pain I was in). Then at 11:04 pm Gianna Grace was born and I heard her beautiful cry, they let the nurse bring her over to me for a quick look and kiss and then, thats where it goes dark for me. At that point I started bleeding out on the table, they knocked me out and drugged me up and the next thing I remember was waking up in recovery to my mom, Frank and my Dr staring down at me. I had lost blood, A LOT of blood, I needed 2 units of blood that required me to stay in recovery over night, which meant Frank couldnt be with me. But before they left, they waited for me to kinda get a little more with it and broght the baby to see me ( She was Perfect and did not need to go to special care!!) She was 6lb 3oz and 18.5 inches long. I have to be honest, I do not remember seeing her that night, or much of that night other then being soooooooo thirsty. The next morning my nurse told me I was singing from the demorol they gave me, I was so embarrased! I will save my recovery for another post because this one is already so long!! But there you have the exciting story of how Gianna Grace came into the world, I didn't get into my room until about 10:15 wedesday morning and the baby came up around 11. We were in the hospitaluntil Saturday afternoon, and recovery is still in progress. But until that post here is just a photodump of the early days!
I am TRULY blessed!
I realize how terrible I look in this picture BUT this was in recovery when I had just woken up, and considering what I had went threw I don't really care how terrible I look, I care about that beautiful baby next to me!
my amazing mom
The 3 of us!
looking somewhat better the next morning!
Walking in to meet their sister the first time!!
My whole world!
First family photo!
Nana and her peanut!
*** I apologize for spelling and grammar, I'm exhausted!!***