My Angel's
Birth.
When I was pregnant
with my first child I experienced everything a few weeks
earlier than any of the books said I should. I told
everyone that I thought I was farther along than my due
date. The doctor told me that they could better tell
by the ultrasound. When it came back I was told that
my baby was perfect for the gestational age and that I was
probably just more aware of my body than most women.
I went into labor 6
days after my due date. I had planned on a completely
natural birth, and on holding my baby after she was born.
I wanted to start nursing her as soon as possible.
When they hooked me up to the fetal heart monitor the
baby's heart rate was staying the same thought the
contractions. I was hooked up to it for about an hour
when the CNM decided to try and "wake" the baby up so they
would get more of a response. When she did the heart
rate shot up to 191 and stayed there for about 20 minuets,
at which point it dropped back down to 140 and stayed there.
They broke my water
and it was a dark brown color. I was told by the
doctor that a c-section would be best for the baby and asked
to make a decision. I couldn't even think, and I was
being asked to make a quick decision about something of such
great importance. My baby's life was in my hands.
Wanting the best for her I gave up hope for my plans
and opted for the cesarean. When the doctor pulled my
little girl out of me the first thing he said was that she
was an old baby. I had been right all along, and my
placenta had started to fail because she was inside of me
too long.
After she was born
they spent half an hour just sucking the meconium out of her
lungs. I saw her for ten minuets when I was drugged up
and then they transferred her to another hospital. I
begged the doctor to release me two days later so that I
could go and see my little girl. The hardest part of it was
not being able to hold her and seeing her with a ventilator
and tubes going into her head, arms, legs, and stomach.
If I had opted for a
vaginal birth my Angel could have been born dead and I would
have never seen her sweet smile or the way she gets so
excited to see me. I would have missed a great deal if
I didn't have her. Even though 6 months later I still
can't feel my stomach and doing sit-ups are difficult, my
sweet Selena is the best thing that could have happened to
me and she goes a long way in helping me heal.
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