Sunday, November 13, 2011
The "30 Week Post"
I have been trying to write this post for several days but once the harsher pain meds wore off and I could think straight, I was still too tired to write or focus. I am still too tired now, but I will do my best so pardon any incoherent rambling.
I went in to my doctor's appointment Tuesday morning to see how everything was going and I had dilated to a three, which was not good news. The doctor sent me over to the hospital for a non stress test and told me that he wanted me to move up to San Antonio in case I went into labor. While at the hospital Justin and I spent the afternoon with him running around and me on the phone trying to figure out how to get me transferred to San Antonio ASAP. We had planned on Justin driving me up on Wednesday because we didn't have a huge sense of urgency. However, one of the ladies who works at the clinic on base pitched a fit when she realized that my doctor and the hospital hadn't immediately med evaced me up so they decided to get a helicopter sent down to pick me up. I felt a little bad because I knew they were expensive and I didn't really think I was going into labor right away. After hours at the hospital, my contractions were all over the place and I wasn't really effaced.
Justin brought the girls by to tell me good bye and I was more sad to leave them behind than worried about the babies coming until the flight nurse checked me and I had dilated to a 5. I was shocked again and thought that meant I might have the babies the next day.
Turns out I was wrong and we should have had Justin leave for San Antonio when I did because after an hour long helicopter ride with some fairly painful contractions I landed and had dilated to a 7. I called Justin and told him to come up ASAP but knew he wouldn't make it in time because the babies were breach so the doctors wanted to do a C section right away. 40 minutes later I was getting an epidural and they took out the little ones.
As they wheeled me in several nurses commented on how calm I was. I wish they hadn't said that because as soon as that blue sheet went up in front of my face I started to feel more alone and nervous than I ever had, even with 15 people in the room. I couldn't see anything and was completely alone, except for the poor anesthesiologist who must be used to dealing with emotional women by now. As soon as I started crying, he gave me some fentynal (sp?) which not only got rid of the tiny bit of pain I could still feel but also helped me to relax. A nurse who had just gotten off her shift offered to take pictures of the babies with my phone since Justin wasn't there and I will be forever grateful to her.
The babies were taken off to the NICU shortly after and Justin showed up about an hour later. I had never had a C section before and was liking it until the epidural started waring off and I realized that Demoral did nothing for my pain. Long story short, it was a very long and painful night.
I will update more on the babies later but I wanted to at least announce that they were here and both doing well so far!