Alexandra17
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Alexandra (ali)
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Joseph Vincent 5 pounds 15 oz 3 weeks early
So, I am finally writing this and I never thought I would be typing what I am typing but here it goes..
I have LapBand, good days and bad days (throwing up and stuff)..since last Saturday I was not keeping a thing down though even liquids. I was annoyed but ususally I have one good day and one bad day so I was like no big deal, by Monday I was nervous and I told DH I was going to call my surgeon to ask him what I could do. THe nurse on the phone was "don't know what we can do if you have no liquid in your band, call your OB"..Called and they told me to head to labor and delivery for an evaluation and get hydrated. From that point on it was one doctor after the other, from bariatrics to ob. They didn't give me an IV for almost 3 hours and I was so hot and my mouth was dry. Anyway, they said there was three options, the band was just being a pain and we can figure out how to get my to 39 weeks and take it from there, the band slipped and take it from there or deliver. So the head of bariatrics (my angel) came over and with her team did a swallow study at 6:30 at night and I could hear her say yep that's a slip..she comes over to me while i was still on the x ray table and says, "you have a slip, get ready to have this baby and your band taken out". I almost DIED from shock. I started to cry and she brought in my mom and DH and told them to look at what happend so they knew she wasn't being too radical. Then on I signed basically my life into their hands and they say I was going in by 9pm. I got everything signed, prepped, phone calls, texts made. I got to the room before the OR and the anesthesiologist said that they are taking the baby first then lap band but he doesn't want to give me a spinal and general so he rather just do general. That meant no DH in room and no first look for us. I was so sad for him, I felt like I was robbing him of that most insance precious moment. Then lol I heard all the doctors argue about spinals and general and it wasn't fair but in the end, we just did general. As I was saying goodbye, we looked at each other in this whirlwind and for some reason all I could say was peace out cub scout see ya on the other side. I'm classy like that.
The OR I had to go to was a regular one, not a baby one. It was CROWDED. Two teams of surgeons, teams from NICU and otehr people. It was loud, bright, and I wish I was passed out. I saw the warmer, the laproscopic tools being put together, just about everything. They didn't want to put me right out because it was a big surgery so I heard everything until the first cut. Although I did get stuck with a staple but that was a mistake. Finally they pushed on his head for position and it hurt like round ligament pain times a thousand and I yelled through the mask and they were like it's ok it's ok..then I was out. I woke up and it was all done..I got wheeled into PACU and they gave me lots of meds . DH, sister and mom came in to show me our son. DH got to see him outside the OR and he was the proudest man in the world. He had to go to NICU for rapid breathing and fluid in his lungs. When they took me to my room, it was 4:30am and I asked to see him and they took us to the NICU and it was so dark and there he was on this oval bed on this nest it seemed. I felt so guilty that I slipped my band but in the end, he was great. I love him so much and am so amazed at my DH for being like super dad. Stony Brook made me feel like the best person in the world (one horrid Nurse Practioner but that's a whole other story), they did everything, they were outstanding, the doctors were perfect and I have to say, I was in the greatest hands.
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