I was so unorganized this time around… In all 7 pregnancies before this one I have never experienced any signs of early labor, all of my children were born either roughly to their due date or a little bit later, so of course I did not expect it to happen this time…
Last Monday saw the start of a busy last week for me, the date for my c- section was booked for Monday 17th, so all those last minute pre baby things needed to be completed… And there was a long list! Monday was my last ultrasound and stress test appointment… Everything looked good, but this little boy was still breach!
Tuesday was my last midwife appointment, again everything looked good, still a breach little boy and a little bit of blood! We headed from the doctors office to find the hospital, then into Buy Buy Baby for a few last minute baby items and a few items for Mommy! I had a lunch date at a friends house on Wednesday planned followed by a birthday shopping trip for Paul’s Birthday on Friday, Thursday was meant to be a stay at home, housework day, Friday a grocery haul for the coming week whilst I was in hospital, Saturday we had a St Patricks day party and Sunday was meant to be a Florrie Day… All about this little girl before her life would completely change… Oh and of course inbetween all that I needed to dye my hair, shave my legs and cut my toe nails, a job that was not so easy to do at 39 weeks pregnant… Oh the joys!
So Wednesday started as planned with the addition of a few contractions… Lunch was lovely then we headed to the shops for Paul’s birthday presents, I was in a lot of discomfort, so after a while I decided to call my doctor… Of course he wanted me to go to the office to be checked, but it was getting late so we chose to go to the hospital later! More shopping, then a trip home to meet Paul… A quick shower and shaving session, just in case and we arrived at the hospital at 7pm… Yes I was contracting, so after a few hours of an iv to see if dehydration was causing me to contract, it was decided I would be having my baby that night!
PANIC… with a capital P, I wasn’t ready, I hadn’t completed my to do list, I hadn’t bought anything with me, this wasn’t meant to be the day, but it was happening!
The countdown to midnight started, tomorrow was Thursday the 13th, we wanted our baby born on the 12th if we could… The anesthetist was called away to an emergency so we were left waiting for another one to arrive! At 11.49pm on Wednesday, March 12th our 7lbs 5.8oz, 20 1/2 inches long, our baby boy was born… Now we needed to decide on a name, we had only had 9 months to decide, now we had 4 days before we left the hospital to give this tiny boy a name!
My recovery was as expected, but my little boy has had a slightly harder time, on the second day he developed low blood glucose, due to not feeding properly, he was shuddering and shaking, thankfully I noticed and the nurses were excellent and got him straight on the road to recovery, this was shortly followed by the development of jaundice, his bilirubin levels were high by Saturday and he then spent 12 hours over night under the ultraviolet lights, thankfully this helped and the billibubin levels began to drop!
We both came home late on Sunday evening… I have never had high blood pressure, but of course typically just before I was about to leave, when I got my final check over… My blood pressure was high… Crazy! After a quick nap and by lying on my left side my blood pressure dropped enough for me to be released into the normal world… Time to go home to our crazy house and our family, who by the way, are all totally, madly and beautifully in love with our little boy… Tate Jude, oh yes I forgot to mention, we finally decided on the Saturday evening found the perfect name for him!