Surgery can be a scary thing to prepare for, but knowing when you will get your child in the outcome.. makes it a little easier. When I found out that we were pregnant with my daughter I knew that I would be having a repeat c-section. I wasn’t scared or even gave it a second thought.
As the weeks creeped closer and closer to our special day, I began to get heart problems. My husband and I were getting ready to take our 3 year old to see Santa at the mall when I first recognized my symptoms. As we were going down the road, I started to sweat, get dizzy, nauseous and my lips even went numb!! I thought I was just getting sick so I brushed it off and layed down for the rest of the night. The next day I couldn’t get out of bed, my heart was racing, coming close to fainting, dizzy and just really sick to my tummy. I called my ob, they sent me to the er immediately. As we spent hours hooked up to fetal monitors, having EKOs, EKGs, and ultrasounds to make sure I didn’t have a blood clot. They finally sent me home with a diagnosis that the baby was putting stress on my heart. They told me that if I didn’t feel better to come back.. 2 days later I was back in the er. Sent me home in 2 hours… refusing to do anything more for me saying “the tests wouldn’t change over 2 days”.
I am miserable… my husband pushed me every day to go to the er at a different hospital. He saw how sick I was and miserable I becoming. So over the next 2 weeks we ended up at a different hospital twice. They didn’t do anything but make me comfortable and pump me full of fluids. My heart rate spiking up to 159 at the highest. My husband was hoping that they would just take the baby to make sure that my health was ok. But they said she was ok and she wasn’t coming early.
We finally got into the cardiologist and they said that I had sinus tachycardia with abnormal rhythms. Wouldn’t affect the baby at all, only make me uneasy.
As 38 weeks, we took another trip back out to the delivering hospital with strong contractions every 5 minutes apart. I thought that she was finally going to come… 9 hours later and no dilation.. I got sent home, again. They said that if I am not dilating, I am not in full active labor. By this time, I was already scheduled for a c-section for the 22nd (Thursday). I spent the entire week with strong contractions, but we had to wait.
Finally!! This was the day we would meet our little girl. I arrived at the hospital at 5:30 in the morning and my c-section was going to be 7:30am. I was a little nervous, but more anxious to finally meet the little thing I have been growing for 9 months. They took me back to the OR and gave me the spinal, which went beautifully. I had a great team of nurses and the anesthesiologist was amazing to make sure I was comfortable the whole time. I was a little worried about my heart, but she assured me that I was ok. When my husband was able to come in, I think I was squeezing his hand so hard from nerves. They had my daughter out at 8:22. By this time, I had been under the spinal for about 30 or so minutes (keep in mind that they only last about 3 hours). They got her out with no problems. I was so relieved that it was over, I bawled. I knew she was ok, I heard her cry.. it was time to relax a little. As I am laying there, I keep hearing the drs talking about needing more sutures, its not holding, lost some more blood…. OMG!! What the hell am I hearing?? I ask my dr if everything is ok, she said they are having some problems getting my stitches to hold. I know my dr is a good dr, I wasn’t going to worry. I could see my little girl, I was happy.
My husband kept getting called my the family in the waiting room, so I told him he could go talk to them. THAT is when the nightmare began. It took them so long to get me sewn up! She said I have 2 more layers to go.. I started to feel my toes again… ummm… I don’t think I am supposed to feel my toes yet, they aren’t finished. I tell the anesthesiologist that I was starting to feel pain so shes pumping me so full of pain meds.. I am getting sick, so shes giving me anxiety meds and nausea meds. But the more they pull and stitch, the more I feel. I’m flipping out trying to tell them that I feel everything they are doing. So they try to give me a local but it didn’t help, I was already in excruciating pain. I true nightmare I only seen on an episode of Greys Anatomy. They rush to finish me up, as I am laying there screaming and crying from pain. The dr sat down and explained to me that my uterus was “tired” and that every stitch they did kept popping, they wouldn’t hold. They transfer me to the bed to go to recovery and I am puking all over the place- literally. From there its a blur- everyone comes back to see the baby in recovery, but I am throwing up so much I don’t even know which end is up. I still haven’t got to hold my new baby.
They bring us up to our room, allowing me to hold the baby, but had to take her because I am still throwing up. My cousin stayed with me most of the day to help care for the baby. I don’t remember her being there. But they said I had lost all my color. They came in and did bloodwork and said that I had lost so much blood during my surgery that they may have to do an infusion the next day. Thank the Lord that the next day I was ok, besides the pain. I will never EVER forget the pain that I endured to have my daughter. I don’t see these as complications during surgery, I see this as a nightmare, and wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.
I wanted to share my story, mostly to be able to get it out there and help me move past it. I was so scared and so grateful that I have an amazing husband to help me recover.