It’s been two weeks since Thomas arrived so I figured, it’s time to share how he came into the world!
We went to the hospital extremely early on the morning of the 6th. While checking in, Chris collided with the coffee I was holding for him and coffee went all over the floor and my feet. Winning! Haha!
Shortly after 8:00am, I went into the OR and sat down and started the process of freezing my ass off. Prep actually took a lot longer than my previous c-sections and it made me a lot more anxious. Finally, my spinal and epidural were done and Chris could come into the room. I was so happy to see him after that long prep. The surgery started and I don’t know why, but everything just seemed to take longer than my previous two. Maybe that’s to be expected but it just made me more and more nervous. Eventually, they were ready to get baby out and they started pressing on my stomach. And then they kept pressing. And kept pressing. And pressing. And pressing. Honestly, they probably pressed on my stomach very intensely for more than 10 minutes – it seemed like an eternity.
They didn’t talk to me about what was going on. They didn’t talk to Chris about what was going on. Nothing. It was extremely nerve wracking. I couldn’t even think straight to ask what was going on. We heard mention of a vacuum and again, that wasn’t discussed with us either. I was told later that I had a lot of scar tissue on my abdominal muscles and it made getting such a big baby very difficult. Eventually they got him out with the vacuum – all 10lbs 2.3oz and 22.5″ inches of him. There’s nothing better than hearing that sweet first cry. It literally floods your entire body with an insane emotion that you don’t even think is possible.
Chris went to meet our little man and make sure everything was okay and they started putting me back together. They had taken so long and pressed so hard that I started to feel pain – something that had never happened before and something that I never ever want to experience again. They had to give me more medication and it made me feel a little loopy and out of it. The doctor left in the middle of putting me back together for another emergency and let a resident finish up… only to come back 3 minutes later.
After Thomas was checked out and cleaned up, they brought him over to me once I was ready to go back to the recovery room and put him on my chest for skin to skin. We nursed as soon as we got into the room and the nurses told me he had low sugar levels and they wanted to re-check them in an hour after we had tried nursing. While he nursed, they checked my incision and my bleeding. They pressed on my abdomen and then shared looks with each other. Apparently, there was more bleeding and oozing from my incision site and lady bits than they liked to see. It didn’t help my already anxious nerves. Between the stressful delivery, them worrying about Thomas’ sugar levels, and then the concerns about my bleeding, my nerves were completely shot.
A doctor came by and said the bleeding was fine and after checking the sugar levels after nursing, they had to give Thomas some formula because nursing didn’t raise his levels enough and they wanted to avoid having to take him to the NICU to get tube fed. After 15ml of formula, his sugar levels were great and we went back to nursing and never had to go back to formula again. He had a touch of jaundice and ended up with a cephalahematoma from the vacuum – which didn’t help the jaundice situation. We stayed in the hospital for two days before I requested to be released and have been adjusting to a life with 3 kiddos.
We had to take Thomas to the pediatrician to check his jaundice levels twice after getting released and he was fine. There is still a touch of yellow in his eyes but overall, he doesn’t need light therapy and he seems to be doing fine with nursing and dirty diapers. It’s still upsetting to see the big lump on his head from the vacuum and I’m hoping it goes away easily. It’s hard not to feel upset about it because you feel like something bad happened to your tiny little baby and you wish you could have done something about it.
All in all, he’s healthy and I’m healthy and even with a stressful birth experience this time around, ultimately that’s all that matters!
The girls have been adjusting so well to their little brother and Ivy is a little obsessed. Well, a lot obsessed. It could be worse 😉