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I am head over heals in LOVE!
I didn't see the original post for some reason. :{
Congratulations to you and your family! That is great news! She's a big baby. I can't wait to see pics. of her. Andrea twin girls-Madison & Jordan 3/22/00 |
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I am head over heals in LOVE!
Congrats. :-)
Btw, my girlfriend's triplets share Isabella's birthday and she assures me it is the *best* day of the year to be born -- and obviously she is an expert on the subject so it must be true. --Janet Elliot, Hanna, Connor (10/21/96) Holly (4/4/01) "DeliciousTruffles" wrote in message ... Short version: Isabella Zora was born the evening of February 12 via repeat c-section. She was 8 lb. 4 oz. Long version: It all started on January 31st. I started having contractions about 1 pm every 20 minutes apart. By 10 pm, the contractions were more intense and 7 minutes apart. I called the hospital (1 hour away) and told them we (dh and I) were on our way. When we arrived at the hospital, the contractions were 5 minutes apart but then they stalled. They kept me there overnight as a precaution and then I went home in the morning. The contractions stayed very mild and were 10 minutes apart for about a week following. On Tuesday, February 10th, about 1 am I woke up to contractions. I managed to get a bit of rest and then called FIL about 8 am and asked him to catch the 11 am ferry. He arrived at the house by about 4:30 pm. All that day, the contractions were about 15 minutes apart. Around 10 pm they started to increase in intensity. By 1 am Wednesday, they were 5 minutes apart and quite intense. So off we went to the hospital. By the time we arrived they were 2 minutes apart and very strong. Then they stalled, again. They kept me for a few hours to see if they would start up again but they didn’t. I still had a contraction every now and then but not with the same intensity nor frequency. I checked myself out of the hospital around 8 am Wednesday, February 11th. I was now in pain, very exhausted, and extremely stressed. My blood pressure was still within normal range but it had risen. I was near the end of my endurance. What the cardiologist said to me a couple of weeks ago kept running through my mind, “Do whatever causes you the least stress.” I had lost confidence in my body because of the two false labours and the SVT episode. I didn’t have family support locally (they were all in Victoria – a minimum half-day’s travel). DH had to drive me 1 hour to the hospital in winter conditions through a mountain pass. I didn’t have a choice of doctors. The hospital was a regional one (not tertiary) so it wouldn’t do a lot of things. The VBAC attempt was now causing me greater stress than arranging for post-surgical help would. DH and I discussed our options and I called the OB I really liked. He could do the surgery but it would have to be Thursday, February 12th because that was his surgical day. I wouldn’t have a specific time because I was not a true emergency (but I was still classified as one so he could do it that day). Then we called the family members that could offer post-surgical support and see if they could do it. It wasn’t an easy decision but one of those ones you sometimes have to make. We arrived at the hospital at 2 pm, Thursday, February 12th. They did their pre-op testing and procedures. I called my doula around 3:30 pm to be there for 4 pm. Then we waited, and waited, and waited. I got bumped because someone broke both of his legs. We finally started heading to the surgical theatre around 6:30 pm. There was a bit of difficultly getting the spinal but nothing extraordinary. Isabella arrived at 7:17 pm. The surgery was uneventful (the best kind!) but Isabella had quite a bit of amniotic fluid in her. They also ended up getting oxygen (air?) in her stomach when they bagged her. So off she went with DH and the doula to Special Care Nursery to get a tube into her stomach (she has a bit if an abrasion on her cheek from the tape) to get it all out. I only had time for a quick glance and kiss. I was stitched (I didn’t want staples) up and carted off to post-operative recovery. I was determined to get to Isabella as quickly as I could. I pestered them and concentrated on bending my legs. I also had the foresight to bring my Avent Isis with me to help with the uterine contractions because Isabella wasn’t allowed in the recovery room to nurse (and yet they call themselves breast-feeding “friendly”). I don’t think those nurses ever saw someone pump there before. Finally, I was carted off to the Maternity ward about 9:00 pm (I think they just wanted to get rid of me and my incessant hounding of them). Isabella, DH, and my doula were notified and a few minutes later I was holding my sweet little baby. She started nursing around 10:30 pm (she was sleeping until then) and she really hasn’t stopped. My milk still hasn’t come in (it’s only been 2 days) so all she has had is the colostrum. She is truly amazing but my nipples and areolas are getting quite sore (I’m icing them right now!). I know she’ll be more satisfied once the milk comes in. Of course there is more but this story is getting quite long. -- Brigitte aa #2145 edd #3 February 15, 2004 http://www.babiesonline.com/babies/j/joshuaandkaterina/ "Readers are plentiful; thinkers are rare." ~ Harriet Martineau |
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I am head over heals in LOVE!
Congrats. :-)
Btw, my girlfriend's triplets share Isabella's birthday and she assures me it is the *best* day of the year to be born -- and obviously she is an expert on the subject so it must be true. --Janet Elliot, Hanna, Connor (10/21/96) Holly (4/4/01) "DeliciousTruffles" wrote in message ... Short version: Isabella Zora was born the evening of February 12 via repeat c-section. She was 8 lb. 4 oz. Long version: It all started on January 31st. I started having contractions about 1 pm every 20 minutes apart. By 10 pm, the contractions were more intense and 7 minutes apart. I called the hospital (1 hour away) and told them we (dh and I) were on our way. When we arrived at the hospital, the contractions were 5 minutes apart but then they stalled. They kept me there overnight as a precaution and then I went home in the morning. The contractions stayed very mild and were 10 minutes apart for about a week following. On Tuesday, February 10th, about 1 am I woke up to contractions. I managed to get a bit of rest and then called FIL about 8 am and asked him to catch the 11 am ferry. He arrived at the house by about 4:30 pm. All that day, the contractions were about 15 minutes apart. Around 10 pm they started to increase in intensity. By 1 am Wednesday, they were 5 minutes apart and quite intense. So off we went to the hospital. By the time we arrived they were 2 minutes apart and very strong. Then they stalled, again. They kept me for a few hours to see if they would start up again but they didn’t. I still had a contraction every now and then but not with the same intensity nor frequency. I checked myself out of the hospital around 8 am Wednesday, February 11th. I was now in pain, very exhausted, and extremely stressed. My blood pressure was still within normal range but it had risen. I was near the end of my endurance. What the cardiologist said to me a couple of weeks ago kept running through my mind, “Do whatever causes you the least stress.” I had lost confidence in my body because of the two false labours and the SVT episode. I didn’t have family support locally (they were all in Victoria – a minimum half-day’s travel). DH had to drive me 1 hour to the hospital in winter conditions through a mountain pass. I didn’t have a choice of doctors. The hospital was a regional one (not tertiary) so it wouldn’t do a lot of things. The VBAC attempt was now causing me greater stress than arranging for post-surgical help would. DH and I discussed our options and I called the OB I really liked. He could do the surgery but it would have to be Thursday, February 12th because that was his surgical day. I wouldn’t have a specific time because I was not a true emergency (but I was still classified as one so he could do it that day). Then we called the family members that could offer post-surgical support and see if they could do it. It wasn’t an easy decision but one of those ones you sometimes have to make. We arrived at the hospital at 2 pm, Thursday, February 12th. They did their pre-op testing and procedures. I called my doula around 3:30 pm to be there for 4 pm. Then we waited, and waited, and waited. I got bumped because someone broke both of his legs. We finally started heading to the surgical theatre around 6:30 pm. There was a bit of difficultly getting the spinal but nothing extraordinary. Isabella arrived at 7:17 pm. The surgery was uneventful (the best kind!) but Isabella had quite a bit of amniotic fluid in her. They also ended up getting oxygen (air?) in her stomach when they bagged her. So off she went with DH and the doula to Special Care Nursery to get a tube into her stomach (she has a bit if an abrasion on her cheek from the tape) to get it all out. I only had time for a quick glance and kiss. I was stitched (I didn’t want staples) up and carted off to post-operative recovery. I was determined to get to Isabella as quickly as I could. I pestered them and concentrated on bending my legs. I also had the foresight to bring my Avent Isis with me to help with the uterine contractions because Isabella wasn’t allowed in the recovery room to nurse (and yet they call themselves breast-feeding “friendly”). I don’t think those nurses ever saw someone pump there before. Finally, I was carted off to the Maternity ward about 9:00 pm (I think they just wanted to get rid of me and my incessant hounding of them). Isabella, DH, and my doula were notified and a few minutes later I was holding my sweet little baby. She started nursing around 10:30 pm (she was sleeping until then) and she really hasn’t stopped. My milk still hasn’t come in (it’s only been 2 days) so all she has had is the colostrum. She is truly amazing but my nipples and areolas are getting quite sore (I’m icing them right now!). I know she’ll be more satisfied once the milk comes in. Of course there is more but this story is getting quite long. -- Brigitte aa #2145 edd #3 February 15, 2004 http://www.babiesonline.com/babies/j/joshuaandkaterina/ "Readers are plentiful; thinkers are rare." ~ Harriet Martineau |
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