Wyatt is 1 today! I cannot believe a year has passed already...
I thought i'd do a repost of Wyatt's birth story after a few (okay a lot! lol) pics for today. A reminder of how far he has come. So sweet and tiny.
Birth story
My doctor decided at 36 that it was probably best to do an induction because of the cholestasis I had. We figured I'd made it to 36 weeks and baby was healthy, but I was starting to feel worse, that it would be best to take baby before things got bad. So as of thursday afternoon I was put on the induction list and told to stay by the phone.
After a night of barely sleeping because of excitement, they called me around 9:30 the next morning, told me to eat breakfast and make my way in.
I don't think I got there until just before 11, as I had to wait for hubby to finish working and come get me. I got all checked in, and they took me to my labor room. I saw the little baby warmer, and all the other stuff and felt total panic. My little guy was gonna be born that day!
I had to wait while they did paperwork, i talked to the OB on call, and the doctor, and a bunch of nurses. They decided they would break my water and see what happens. The doctor tried first, but my cervix was long and thick, and she couldn't get it. So we had to wait for the OB to try. She came in and it broke right away. (this was 1pm) Unfortunately once they broke it, they noticed there was meconium in it. Thankfully just light, but enough that I had to have constant monitering, and they had to put the nicu team on standby.
I hung out for 2 hours chatting with the nurse, and generally feeling crampy, but nothing really significant was happening. The plan was to start pitocin after 2 hours if nothing was happening. So by 3:15 I had my IV hooked up, pitocin started, and antibiotics started (required because baby was gonna be preemie, and I hadn't had the gbs swab done). Right around the time (before the pitocin kicked in) I was starting to have to breath a bit through my contractions. But in between I was still joking with the nurses so I knew not much would be happening. I started getting pretty uncomfortable so asked them to check me. I was only 2cm. This totally crushed me, as I was 2 when they started the pitocin. I asked if I could get the epidural (had planned to go without, but realizing i was in pain and not getting anywhere really frustrated me). They said sure, but I had to wait until I was 3cm first.
Around this time (not sure of the actual time), baby started having some heart deceleration into the 90's. So I kept having to change sides I was laying on to bring his heart rate back up. Finally at about 5:30 I was in lots of pain, and they checked and I was a 3, so I could get my epidural! They had me all hooked up by 5:40. Ah sweet relief.... Or so I thought.... The pain of the contractions was gone, but the pressure was quite painful. I was still having to breath through the pain (although it was less thankfully). I said to my hubby "I think this baby is gonna be born at 6:15". He laughed, and said, 'ya doubt it... maybe 7 or 8'.
My legs were totally numb, and the heart decels kept going lower (60-70 during contractions), so I was flipping over every couple of min (not easy when you can't move half of your body). The pain was getting horrible from the pressure. They checked me at 6:10 and I was 6cm. I continued to flip positions, and breath (and cry) through the contractions. I felt the weirdest feeling, almost like a pop or something, and just cried out "baby is coming now". They checked me, and said I was 8. I could feel so much pressure, i was just crying. All I could think was 'why did i bother with the epidural, i have so much pain, and I can't even move and i'm terrified I won't be able to push baby out'. I started panting and trying not to push as they called in "team green" from the nicu (for the meconium). As soon as they got there, I just yelled out "he's coming", and with one push his whole little body was out. He was born at exactly 6:30pm. (5.5 hours from when they broke my water, and 20 min from when I was 6cm).
He screamed immediately, and his apgars were 9 and 9. I remember looking at him thinking he was too small. I had expected not to get to hold him, but next thing I knew they were asking if I wanted him. He was perfect. He weighed in at 5lbs 6oz, and was 18 inches long. I got to breastfeed him right away, and get lots of snuggles. It was awesome.
His cord was really long, so they figured he kept compressing it, which is what was causing the heart rate to drop.
Of course being a preemie, and being sga (small for gestational age), they had to do glucose tests. Ugh. This was a nightmare. They started in the low 2's, which meant formula. Luckily I was able to express a good amount of colostrum, so he got that first, then the formula. Policy was we had to have 3 good glucose tests (over 9 hours) and the 2 good 12 hour tests. We managed to get 2 good ones on the formula, and then had to start back at the beginning when his blood sugar went to down to 1.1. I was so frustrated and annoyed at this. But trying to be thankful he wasn't being taken to nicu for an IV.
We managed to get the glucose under control, but they wanted us to stay for 3 nights to keep an eye on him. I cried like crazy when they said I had to stay a 3rd night. It was my oldest daughters 13th birthday, and I had just really wanted to be there. Plus I wasn't getting any sleep in the hospital cause they don't let you sleep with baby, and he wanted to be held all the time. I finally had to break down and ask them to take him to the nursery. Too many nights with pretty much no sleep. I slept for 2 beautiful hours, and woke up feeling like a brand new person! lol
On monday morning the nurse came in the with good news that I could leave that morning with strict instructions not to skip the health nurse visit to check his weight and jaundice. My little guy left the hospital at 4lbs 14oz. So now we spend the next week doing nothing but nursing. LOL
