Our Bug is 7 today! I can hardly believe it. I can't wait to finish the story from yesterday. So... the doctor on call told me to call back when my contractions were stronger. I decided I couldn't wait any longer, so I called our new sister-in-law of just 6 weeks, and asked her to come and spend the night with the triplets. Don't you know she wished she hadn't answered that phone call?! Thankfully we're still friends!
**If you can't handle medical terms surrounding a birth, pleae do not read!**
DH & I arrived at the hospital around 11pm. They checked me in and the doctor started challenging me as to why I was scheduled for a c-section the following week. Well, dear doc, let me count the ways:
-My body carried and delivered TRIPLETS by c-section... my womb is stretched and probably very, very tired
-VBACs are great for those who have carried one, not THREE
-With a VBAC on a compromised uterus, there is an increased chance of rupturing the uterus.
-The doctor who was managing my care agreed that a c-section was best
For some reason, she wanted to argue with me and tell me that I should try a VBAC .... and I was only 1 centimeter. I'm sorry but starting at 1 and having hours of labor to go, while putting the baby at risk, is not my idea of a good time. In comes the drama. The doctor realized that my water had broken... TWO DAYS EARLIER. Suddenly she became frantic and said I needed an immediate c-section. All of this happened while DH stepped out to call and friends and family to tell them that baby #4 was on his or her way.
In walks DH, only to find a very panicked Mama Henley. I had become completely nervous, and I think I was having a panic attack. Words were bouncing around like, "We need to get the baby out NOW. The baby is in an unsterile environment and it has been over 48 hours. Let's prep her for surgery NOW." I was scared to death. DH prayed for me and asked for anti-anxiety meds. They said I couldn't have anything for anxiety or nausea until the baby was born. I wasn't going to need anything after I knew the baby was okay, but at this point, I was TERRIFIED of losing our baby. I do trust the Lord, but I admit that I was afraid.
Thankfully, our 4th bundle of joy, whom we were convinced was a boy, was born at 1:00AM on July 28th! SHE weighed 7 pounds even and was 20 1/2 inches long. Our precious baby girl was perfect and was affectionately named after both grandmothers.
I had adored Dr. Smith at our practice. However, the 2 women in his practice steered me completely WRONG. I switched practices to use the doctor we had when the triplets were born. I just couldn't risk having that kind of care another time. It proved to me that we should all take ANY kind of medical care into our own hands. What kind of experiences have you had where you had to take your car into your own hands?
15 comments:
Adorable! Happy Birthday to him!
How did it go with Pacokeco?
After having an instrument left in me after my gall bladder surgery...the second time around (wasn't aware one could have their gall bladder removed more than once)I had to take matters into my own hands and stop listening to people telling me I was fine. I had to pass out on the ER floor before they would believe I wasn't fine. It's amazing how much better you feel after surgical hardware is removed from your stomach.
What a precious little Bug!!!
Happy Birthday to your sweet little girl!
What a beautiful picture of you and baby "bug"....your smile is infectious!!!!! Here comes the sappy part...I really do believe that the Lord gives each of us "gifts"!
It is up to us as to provide the LOVE!! You are all so lucky!
That is the most beautiful pic of the two of you!
Happy Birthday to your darling girl! I remember well calling the doc en route to the third birth, and his asking, "did your other babies come fast?" They did not, but I knew in my heart of hearts (and a couple of other places!) that Baby No. 3 was in a hurry, so I said, "they sure did!" and he said, "I'll meet you there!" When I arrived at the hospital, I was 8.5 cm and 30 minutes later had a baby girl!
My first baby, I was in labor, pushing and told the delivering doctor something was wrong. She told me the only way to get the pain to stop was to get the baby out. Fine, two pushes later baby is out, whisked away to NICU, and she then says "OH, your placenta ripped away from your uterus, that's what you were feeling." I just glared. I had an OB specialist with my second, because I had a problem pregnancy with my first. And I was a gereatric (sp) pregnancy (being 35 at delivery!). My doctor was a horses ass, thinking he was God Almighty, and we mutually despised each other. I told the nurse in triage, while in labor, I would cross my legs and hold in the baby until he was off call. And told my husband to get the checkbook out, because I would pay ANY other doctor to deliver. Luckily, he was no where around and my son came out fine.
Happy birthday to you little man! Wow 7 years...I cried when GG turned one this past week. With each week passing faster than the one before it, I'm sure 7 years has flown by in the blink of an eye.
Enjoy your day and Happy B'day again!
Oh my goodness...Hello I meant GIRL...gosh that's what I get for posting and reading at 1:20 AM...My sincerest apologies...I can read....I promise!
Happy birthday to your sweet precious GIRL!!!!
Happy Birthday, Cutie! I love birth stories - yours had me nervous, though. What a happy ending!
Happy birthday to you both! I know as mothers we want to celebrate the birthdays of our children, but I have always felt that mothers share the day...it was a partnership after all! The picture of the two of you is beautiful!
Best,
Colleen
PS Forgive me for missing your question about the espadrilles - I missed that it WAS a question. You can find them at Soludos.com
I got the pink & I love them.
Neat story...happy birthday BUG!!
I have learned that you are in charge not the doctors. You are the one who knows best! If it weren't for me Landon would not be alive! Happy birthday sweet seven year old Buggy!!!
How scary! I'm so glad all ended well!
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