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I am 8 months pregnant. My DH and I are expecting our little girl to arrive sometime in February. I already have a two and a half year old little boy who owns my heart!
When I was pregnant with my son I didn't have that difficult of a pregnancy and rather had lots of energy to burn. I was out every day up until my due date and even after my due date I was out shopping or visiting with friends. I didn't have a problem at all.
When I was hospitalized for the birth of my son I had to have a c-section. (I have a heart condition that could be potentially fatal if they would have let me have him naturally. Not to mention he was 9lbs 1oz 21 1/2 inches long.) The doctor who performed my c-section had 9 to perform that day and I happened to be the first one that he did. Needless to say. . . he didn't take his time with the surgery and I ended up paying for it. We were out of the operating room within fifteen minutes. I couldn't hold my son for 3 hours after my surgery. My husband and his mother got to hold him before I could.
While in the operating room I lost 8 units of blood. They had to work quickly to get the bleeding to stop. I remember getting to briefly see my son in my husbands arms for the first time as I heard the doctor yell. . . "get them out of here." No sooner than a nurse ushered my husband and newborn son out of the operating room I heard the alarms from the machines going off. After I heard them and began to worry a bit I ended up loosing consciousness and not knowing what exactly happened. I came to staring up at the lights as they rolled me down the hallway back to the recovery room. I went back out before I ever got to the recovery room though.
I remember coming to while in the recovery room to look over and see them working on my son in the incubator. I still couldn't move. All I wanted was to hold him. . . And I couldn't even do that. All I could do was watch as my husband and his mother oooed and ahhhed over him. Of course my husband would hold him. This was one thing that I told the doctor to be certain of was that he was to hold his son before anyone else was.
The nurses kept coming in and making sure that no one was messing with me however. They would come in and check my IV and then take my temperature and they kept checking my fluid levels. I didn't understand at the time but apparently I lost 2 more units of blood once I was returned to the recovery room. Total I lost 10 units of blood. They almost lost me.
About an hour after the nurses finally got the bleeding under control and they were sure that I was going to be ok they left the room and I was allowed to have my husband hold my son in my lap so that I could actually see him properly.
My husband had to go to work a little later and left his mother in the hospital room to help me and attend to my newborn seeing that I couldn't get out of bed. Realizing when he got back to my room that I was in serious pain he asked. "are you ok?" I was crying so bad I said "NO!" he wanted to know what was going on. I told him that I had rang the nurse 3 or 4 times begging for pain meds and they wouldn't come in. They of course said "we will be there in just a min" but they never came in. The whole time he was at work (an 8 hour shift) I had not received any pain medications at all since the surgery which was a shocking ten hours before this. My husband went out to the nurses station demanding to know what was going on and why I was in there writhing in pain.
So of course they came in and gave me something for pain. That night they informed me that most women who have c-sections are up walking approximately 12 hours after the surgery but that I was in no condition to be up and about. (later I learned from my husband that one of the night shift nurses had told him that I had lost so much blood they were scared I would hit the floor if I tried to get up.) The next morning I was so tired and weak they decided that it was not good for me to get up then either. It was about 36 hours and a couple of units of blood later that I finally started to regain my strength and was able to get out of bed and walk. I was in the hospital for 4 days before they finally even considered letting me go home.
They only reason they allowed me to go home was because I made such a big fuss about it. I figured "if they aren't going to take care of me and they are going to make my husband and mother-in-law do all the work then I might as well be a little more comfortable at home." So they let me go home.
It would have been great if it had ended there but about a week and a half to two weeks later I ended up being re admitted to the hospital. For some reason I had started bleeding again and I lost a lot of blood at home. They kept me over night and monitored my blood levels which seemed so have dropped drastically from earlier in the evening. I was allowed to go home the next night under strict orders of bedrest.
I fought this battle for 2 months after my son was born. I barely remember the first month of his life (except for what my husband video taped).
Here is my concern. It has been two years plus since my c-section and I am 8 months pregnant now. Although I have a new doctor I am still scared to death of going back into the operating room. I am scared that they are actually going to mess up worse than last time and that I am not going to get to see my baby girl.
I know this sounds like I am crazy and maybe I have no real reason to be concerned but I am. I remember very vividly that pain after the surgery. I remember regretting not being able to hold my son and being in and out of it. More than anything I am concerned for my son. I think that if he is not waiting for me in the recovery room that I will lose it. I know that everyone's attention is going to be turned towards the new baby and I feel like he isn't going to have anyone there specifically for him.
I have asked some friends to come in and do certain "jobs" for me while I am in the hospital. My husband has asked his grandmother to come and stay for a couple of weeks so that he has some peace about leaving me and the babies while he has to work. I have asked a friend of mine (who is like my mother) to come and just be with me and make sure that I am ok during the hospitalization time. I have also asked another friend of mine to specifically be there for my son.
I am not sure that this is going to be logically what I am wanting but I think that it will help.
I guess more than anything I just need prayers to help calm my worrying heart. I am truly scared to death.
Does anyone have any information that may help me worry less?
When I was pregnant with my son I didn't have that difficult of a pregnancy and rather had lots of energy to burn. I was out every day up until my due date and even after my due date I was out shopping or visiting with friends. I didn't have a problem at all.
When I was hospitalized for the birth of my son I had to have a c-section. (I have a heart condition that could be potentially fatal if they would have let me have him naturally. Not to mention he was 9lbs 1oz 21 1/2 inches long.) The doctor who performed my c-section had 9 to perform that day and I happened to be the first one that he did. Needless to say. . . he didn't take his time with the surgery and I ended up paying for it. We were out of the operating room within fifteen minutes. I couldn't hold my son for 3 hours after my surgery. My husband and his mother got to hold him before I could.
While in the operating room I lost 8 units of blood. They had to work quickly to get the bleeding to stop. I remember getting to briefly see my son in my husbands arms for the first time as I heard the doctor yell. . . "get them out of here." No sooner than a nurse ushered my husband and newborn son out of the operating room I heard the alarms from the machines going off. After I heard them and began to worry a bit I ended up loosing consciousness and not knowing what exactly happened. I came to staring up at the lights as they rolled me down the hallway back to the recovery room. I went back out before I ever got to the recovery room though.
I remember coming to while in the recovery room to look over and see them working on my son in the incubator. I still couldn't move. All I wanted was to hold him. . . And I couldn't even do that. All I could do was watch as my husband and his mother oooed and ahhhed over him. Of course my husband would hold him. This was one thing that I told the doctor to be certain of was that he was to hold his son before anyone else was.
The nurses kept coming in and making sure that no one was messing with me however. They would come in and check my IV and then take my temperature and they kept checking my fluid levels. I didn't understand at the time but apparently I lost 2 more units of blood once I was returned to the recovery room. Total I lost 10 units of blood. They almost lost me.
About an hour after the nurses finally got the bleeding under control and they were sure that I was going to be ok they left the room and I was allowed to have my husband hold my son in my lap so that I could actually see him properly.
My husband had to go to work a little later and left his mother in the hospital room to help me and attend to my newborn seeing that I couldn't get out of bed. Realizing when he got back to my room that I was in serious pain he asked. "are you ok?" I was crying so bad I said "NO!" he wanted to know what was going on. I told him that I had rang the nurse 3 or 4 times begging for pain meds and they wouldn't come in. They of course said "we will be there in just a min" but they never came in. The whole time he was at work (an 8 hour shift) I had not received any pain medications at all since the surgery which was a shocking ten hours before this. My husband went out to the nurses station demanding to know what was going on and why I was in there writhing in pain.
So of course they came in and gave me something for pain. That night they informed me that most women who have c-sections are up walking approximately 12 hours after the surgery but that I was in no condition to be up and about. (later I learned from my husband that one of the night shift nurses had told him that I had lost so much blood they were scared I would hit the floor if I tried to get up.) The next morning I was so tired and weak they decided that it was not good for me to get up then either. It was about 36 hours and a couple of units of blood later that I finally started to regain my strength and was able to get out of bed and walk. I was in the hospital for 4 days before they finally even considered letting me go home.
They only reason they allowed me to go home was because I made such a big fuss about it. I figured "if they aren't going to take care of me and they are going to make my husband and mother-in-law do all the work then I might as well be a little more comfortable at home." So they let me go home.
It would have been great if it had ended there but about a week and a half to two weeks later I ended up being re admitted to the hospital. For some reason I had started bleeding again and I lost a lot of blood at home. They kept me over night and monitored my blood levels which seemed so have dropped drastically from earlier in the evening. I was allowed to go home the next night under strict orders of bedrest.
I fought this battle for 2 months after my son was born. I barely remember the first month of his life (except for what my husband video taped).
Here is my concern. It has been two years plus since my c-section and I am 8 months pregnant now. Although I have a new doctor I am still scared to death of going back into the operating room. I am scared that they are actually going to mess up worse than last time and that I am not going to get to see my baby girl.
I know this sounds like I am crazy and maybe I have no real reason to be concerned but I am. I remember very vividly that pain after the surgery. I remember regretting not being able to hold my son and being in and out of it. More than anything I am concerned for my son. I think that if he is not waiting for me in the recovery room that I will lose it. I know that everyone's attention is going to be turned towards the new baby and I feel like he isn't going to have anyone there specifically for him.
I have asked some friends to come in and do certain "jobs" for me while I am in the hospital. My husband has asked his grandmother to come and stay for a couple of weeks so that he has some peace about leaving me and the babies while he has to work. I have asked a friend of mine (who is like my mother) to come and just be with me and make sure that I am ok during the hospitalization time. I have also asked another friend of mine to specifically be there for my son.
I am not sure that this is going to be logically what I am wanting but I think that it will help.
I guess more than anything I just need prayers to help calm my worrying heart. I am truly scared to death.
Does anyone have any information that may help me worry less?